Chapter Sixty-One
IT WAS ME WHO TURNED DESPERATE THAT night.
Lucien’s arms snaked around me, dragging me out of troubled dreams and pulling my back into his naked body.
I didn’t know what time it was. The exhaustion from Dillon’s relentless drilling ached in my bones, but the moment Lucien’s heat enveloped me—bare skin to bare skin—it felt as if I’d stepped into the heart of a flame that would never burn me.
We fit. Not physically, but existentially.
There was no me or him, just us.
The room was nearly pitch-black. I could just make out Whisper as he lifted his head, yawned, then settled down again as if knowing what we were about to do.
The love I’d unleashed earlier had nowhere to go. I’d choked it down and bottled it up but now...Lucien was here. He was here and I loved him and frost whispered across the blankets, thin veins of ice etching the walls to glitter on the ceiling.
My need for him sharpened into something feral.
Without speaking, I reached for him, my fingers inching down his scorching body, locking around his hot erection.
His breath caught against the back of my neck. His mouth found the sensitive curve beneath my ear, his lips branding me in the softest kiss as his hands moved over me like he’d already memorised every inch.
The fire in him answered the frost in me and it was as effortless as breathing to arch my back, bring him between my legs, and surrender to his domination as he slid inside me.
His husky groan as he filled me made every part of me come alive. My skin turned luminescent while his sparked with fire. Silver shine and golden glow, we rocked together in the dark.
Each time he thrust, he pushed me deeper into all those feelings of love and possession, devotion and connection. Slow and gentle, he took me from behind, drowning me in sweetest pleasure.
We moved together as if we’d rehearsed this in another lifetime. Every slow roll of his hips wasn’t just sex...it was a vow. A quiet understanding that we’d found each other and would never, ever let go.
My fingers gripped his forearms as he hugged me from behind. His rhythm turned deeper as he kissed the curve of my shoulder. His breath grew rough against my skin, his control thinning, his heat rising to meet my ice that transformed the walls with fractal patterns.
Ecstasy built, coiling tight in my core until I felt like I’d shatter into pieces.
And when he buried his face in my hair and whispered my name, I couldn’t hold on anymore.
My orgasm broke over me with heart-clenching waves.
He followed me.
His groan as he spilled inside made the bond between our souls flare brilliantly hot and scarily cold—as if acknowledging the horrifying truth that we were never meant to survive alone.
We’d tried and suffered through a lifetime of pain.
But now we had each other.
He was mine.
I was his.
And nothing—not mountains or monsters, rage or revenge—could break us.