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Evelyn’s nails rake down my back as I hoist her higher against the window.
“Lucian,” she gasps. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated, and for once, there’s no pretense, no mask. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of her desire.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll cherish you. You’ll never be lonely again.”
She pulls me closer, her lips finding mine. She kisses me like she’s trying to drown in me, to lose herself in the fire that burns between us. There’s no hesitation anymore, no restraint. She surrenders to me entirely, stunning in her submission.
It’s just the two of us, intertwined, our breaths blending in the silence of the penthouse.
Together forever.
Chapter 30
Evelyn
There’s magic in being held by someone who sees the darkest parts of you and still refuses to let go. Lucian’s arms are a fortress, unyielding and warm, as he carries me to the bedroom. His lips trace a path of fire along my collarbone, murmuring dark promises against my skin. Promises of protection, of possession, of a future intertwined so tightly that not even the ghosts of our pasts could tear us apart.
He lays me down on the bed with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the intensity in his eyes. His hands move to my blouse, undoing each button slowly, deliberately, as if he’s savoring each second. I watch him, my breath hitching as he reveals more of me—not only my body, but the truth I’ve tried so hard to bury.
I’m a monster.
And he still wants me.
His fingers brush the skin beneath my ruined blouse, mapping my ribs. Each touch is electric, a brand marking me as his.
“Perfect,” he says. “Every part of you.”
The years of fear, of looking over my shoulder, of holding my breath and waiting for the past to catch up—they start to dissolve under the heat of his gaze. He sees the rot beneath the surface, the bloodstains I can never scrub clean, and he calls it perfect.
I swallow hard, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. No one has ever looked at me like I’m something precious, something worth cherishing despite the cracks and flaws. Lucian gathers me closer, his lips finding mine in a kiss that’s both a promise and a claiming.
My hands reach for him, pulling him down to me. The buttons of his shirt give way beneath my fumbling fingers, revealing the hard planes of his chest. I press my palm flat against his heart, feeling the steady, powerful beat beneath my touch. It’s the most solid thing in my crumbling world.
“Lucian,” I whisper. His name is a prayer, a plea, a confession.
He lowers his head, his mouth finding the pulse point at the base of my throat. His lips are hot, insistent, and I arch into him, offering myself up completely.
There are no more secrets between us now, no shadows left to hide in. Lucian knows the worst of me, and he hasn’t run. He hasn’t recoiled. He’s claimed me even more fiercely.
His hands slide beneath the waistband of my skirt, fingers tracing the curve of my hip before dipping lower. I gasp as he finds the damp heat between my legs, his touch reverent. He knows how to map my body, how to find the places that make me unravel, and he uses that knowledge with devastating precision.
“You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips. “Every scar, every secret, every shadow. You’re mine, Evelyn.”
I don’t argue. Not when his words ignite something fierce and primal inside me, something that mirrors his dark devotion.
He strips away the remnants of my clothes with agonizing slowness, his eyes mapping every inch of skin revealed. My skirt joins the discarded blouse, leaving me bare beneath his scrutiny. He touches the faint scar on my hip, a relic from a childhood fall, with the same reverence he touches my breasts. Every part of me, flawed and broken, is worthy of his attention.
His fingers dip lower again, parting my folds, testing my readiness. I whimper, my hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, seeking more of his touch. He chuckles, a low sound that vibrates through the room. “Impatient, love? You want me to claim you properly?”
“Yes.” The word is torn from my throat. “Claim me. Make me forget everything but you.”
Lucian’s hand leaves me for only a moment as he sheds his clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. When he returns to me, kneeling at my feet, his body is a masterpiece of sculpted muscle and controlled power. His eyes burn into mine, holding me captive as he leans down, his lips hovering above mine.
“There’s no forgetting, Evelyn,” Lucian murmurs. “There’s only acceptance. This is who we are. Broken. Dangerous. And utterly devoted to each other.”
Then he enters me, slow and deliberate, filling me completely. It’s not just a physical joining; it’s a fusion of souls, a merging of two fractured beings into something whole.My body arches to meet his, accepting him fully, unconditionally. Tears stream down my face, but they’re not tears of sadness or guilt.
They are tears of joy.
