SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

My world tilts as my orgasm crashes through me, hitting me square in the chest, raw and unrestrained. My scream echoes off the kitchen walls as I collapse against the counter, my body limp and trembling, with every nerve ending still sparking with aftershocks.

Lucien’s mouth doesn’t leave me-- not until I’m begging, whimpering, and clawing at his hair like I’ll drown if he doesn’t stop. My body screams for me to pull him closer, but my mind ...