Aria’s back hit the bed with a large heavy thud, the silk sheets of the bed sliding under her as heat rose through her veins.

Her body felt hotter, warmer, hungrier.

She needed him.

And so she looked up, and her breath caught.

Not from the hard fall on the bed, no, on the way, Lucien’s large naked form loomed directly over her.

For what felt like an eternity but what was most likely just a moment, she laid there, her breasts rising and falling in rapid rhythm as her gaze loomed ...