Gone Wild (Wild Hearts #1)

Branson

I lay Lucien on his back, and he sinks into the mattress like it’s a burrow. Like it’s a safe, downy hideaway where bad things don’t exist. His legs fall open as though it’s the most natural thing in the world, something he’s always been meant to do, and something I’ve always been meant to witness.

I observe him, frozen. Paralyzed by his beauty. I can’t move. Or blink. All I can do is gape at the sight before me. His lips are puffy and so pink that they look like they’ve been bitten. His eyes are baby blue and luminous with lascivious intentions.

He looks too perfect to be real. He looks like he should be untouchable. Put on a pedestal and looked at only.