Chapter 80 Fantasy Awakened

• As Lucian’s hand skimmed across her clit, Mira gasped. Oh God, she should not be this wound up. Hell, she had experienced intercourse before without feeling a tenth of the need she felt in that moment.
• “You are so perfect, Mira. I want to watch you fly apart for me.” His voice was low, velvet-wrapped hunger as he swirled his finger over and around her clit. “Will you come for me, Mira?”
• When he pushed one finger inside her slick warmth, then added a second, her body arched off the counter. His pace was slow, deliberate, waiting for her answer.