Chapter 90

• My pulse thundered in my ears as Lucas’s hands skimmed down my thighs, thumbs parting me without hesitation. He exposed me—completely and deliberately—to his gaze, and I felt the weight of it settle deep in my belly. His stare was unrelenting, possessive. I opened my mouth to speak, maybe to demand he say something, but the words withered on my tongue the moment he leaned in.
• His tongue—hot, textured, and devastatingly skilled—pressed flat against my center.
• I gasped, my hips jolting back in surprise. The contact was rougher than I expected, and the friction of it made my breath catch. Lucas paused just enough to acknowledge my reaction, the barest flicker of amusement in his eyes, before diving in again with more intent. His wide tongue dragged slowly between my folds, ending at my clit in a firm, deliberate circle.