Chapter 88 The Discipline Of Desire

• Lucian rested his hand along her throat and stroked her jaw with his thumb, slow and easy. “Are you curious, Mira? Do you wonder what the feel of the straps pulling along your cheeks would feel like?”
• She nodded. “Yes.” She was curious but afraid. Mira felt him straighten something along the edge of her neck and chest and remembered the collar he’d bought for her. She hadn’t noticed the weight of it until then. It felt natural to have it on.
• As his hands moved down to her breasts, the air rushed from her lungs. His light caresses had her body alive and aching. “Lucian…please.”