Chapter 50

• Eventually, my body could take no more, and I fell back to the chair, panting, limp. I brushed a tendril of hair away from my mouth, and then let my hand flop to the side. Only, instead of the chair, my fingers found lucas. More specifically, found his thigh, and then his zipper. And the massive, iron-hard erection straining behind it.
• Yet, before I could do more than register what I’d accidentally touched, he was pinioning my wrist and pulling my hand away. “Not yet, freya.”
• “Doesn’t it hurt?”