Chapter 91

• Lucas moans low in his throat, dropping his head to watch my fingers as they circle my clit, my breath hitching beneath his intense gaze.
• “Fuck, cum for me,” he growls, his voice thick with need.
• His hips stutter for a heartbeat, then resume their punishing rhythm, each thrust drawing out a cry from my lips as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. The warmth of his breath fans across my skin, mingling with the sweat between us. I tremble beneath him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.