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“Maybe some cookies, but I really don’t need anything.”

“Mind if I tag along? I think a little alone time would be good for Raven and Wolf. I’m sure they have a lot to talk about,” Eli says with a wink.

I elbow him in the ribs. “What if I want to do some talking with you two?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that,” Jayce says. “But I already told Wolf I was going to get more food.”

“Why do you call him Wolf?”

“It rolls off the tongue easier,” Jayce shrugs.

“Am I intruding?” Lucien asks from the doorframe.

“Not at all. These two were just about to head out on a couple errands. Was there something I can help you with?”

“I thought about washing up, but I can’t figure out the workings of the handles of the bathtub.” His face scrunches in a frustrated expression that I find adorable.

“I can help you with that,” I smile and kiss Eli again before he and Jayce leave. “Go easy on yourself, Lucien. It’s a whole new world. It’ll take some getting used to.”

He’s quiet as I lead him to the bathroom but I can feel the tension rising in him. When he doesn’t say anything by the time I’ve set out a towel and turned on the shower for him, I can’t just let it go on.

“Hey, talk to me,” I say as I step close enough he can’t ignore me. The conflict in his eyes is easy to read.

“There’s just so many unknowns. I’m worried about Stella. But now I’ve got to navigate a new life and find a job when I don’t technically exist anymore,” he rushes out in a rambling breath. “And then there’s us, I feel like I have no right to want you like I do.”

“Well that, you need to stop,” I say bluntly, putting a hand on his chest. “We’re meant to be together, Lucien. I know you feel it just as much as I do. This is a fresh start. No courting necessary. I’m yours.”

His gaze meets mine and he smiles, the green of his eyes sparkling with heat. “You’re sure?” he asks one last time. From the way he’s balling his hands into fists and biting his lip as his glaze slides slowly down my body, I know he wants me just as badly as I want him.

Stepping back, I strip the tee over my head and drop my shorts, leaving myself in the cute, lacy, pink boyshort and bra set.

“Raven.” He says my name like a prayer but I’m not going to give him the chance to take this slow. I want him and I think he needs the connection more than he realizes.

“I’ve decided we should conserve water and just shower together,” I tease as I drop my boyshorts and kick them aside, giving him a full view of my ass. He swallows hard and I can see the bulge in his pants now. “Are you coming?”

My words are said with fake innocence as I turn to face him and drop the bra, letting my breasts free for his viewing. The way this man slides his eyes over every fucking inch of me has me clenching my thighs together in a way to relieve the ache forming. I’ve felt sexy and cherished before, but the way Lucien studies me, like I’m truly a gift sent from the gods, has my chest warming.

“Oh, I’m following you,” he promises, lifting his shirt over his head. I step back into the shower as I watch the show. My tongue darts out to lick my lip as he reveals his muscled chest. His clothes hid his muscles well but the man is defined. A solid, chiseled torso leads down to a deep vee just above his pants. When he lowers them it reveals a small dusting of copper hair that leads right to a very impressive dick. My mouth waters at the sight of him, hard and leaking precum for me, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

The moment he steps in and presses his body to mine I know we’re doing the right thing. There’s no hesitation now as he grabs my hip and pulls me in, slanting his lips over mine. His lips are soft and demanding as he dominates the kiss. When I part my lips on a moan, he takes advantage of it, teasing his tongue into my mouth. I’ve never felt so consumed by a kiss, but the way Lucien kisses me has fire moving through my veins, the warmth overtaking me until every brush of our skin has me ready to combust.

I could lose myself in kissing Lucien, but I want so much more than that. His grunt of protest as I pull away has me laughing, giggling harder as his breath catches when I drop to my knees.

“I’ve never…” he trails off as a blush tints his cheeks.

“It was a different time, Lucien. I understand. I’ll be gentle with you,” I promise. His expression flits from adoration to amusement.

“Never said I want it gentle, Raven. That doesn’t seem your style.”

“It’s not.” With that smartass remark, I part my lips and guide his cock to my mouth. He gasps as my tongue darts out to lick the precum off of his tip. I love how expressive he is, the little noises urging me on as I swirl my tongue around him, my fist wrapping around the base to keep him in place.

“Fuck.” Hearing him swear is a sure sign that this man is coming undone already.

Now all I can focus on is blowing his mind, so I take Lucien in until he hits the back of my throat. He lets out another soft whimper as I swallow around him, humming low in my throat just to torture him a bit more. Water cascades down my back and over my hair and face as I pull back, but I ignore it as I push my head forward until my nose brushes his skin. His breathing is ragged as I blow not just his dick, but his mind.

“Raven,” he pleads with me but instead of pulling away, I hollow my cheeks and give him everything I have. In less than a minute, his hands grip my hair and he shoves his hips forward, holding me in place as he comes down my throat.

His grip loosens and he has to use a hand on the shower wall to brace himself. I’m more than a little proud that I’ve completely shaken him up but if he thinks we’re done already, he’s lost his mind.

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