78 I am Yours 2
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Mara
I found him on the couch, sitting quietly, a man holding too much inside. His face was blank, but I could feel him-still, waiting, tightly wound.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him, legs resting at his sides. I cupped his face and made him look up at me. His eyes were quiet, but beneath that calm was heat. Emotion. Need.
I leaned down and kissed him. Deep. Slow. Certain.
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“I love you, Lucian,” I whispered against his lips. “Don’t ever forget that.”
He didn’t speak.
“I might’ve crushed on your brother for years, but I never loved him. I fell in love with you. We’re bound, Lucian. There’s nothing to worry about where my heart is concerned.”
Still silent.
I pressed my forehead against his. “Right now, what matters is finding out who’s trying to kill you. Because that’s the
threat. Not ghosts. Not the past.”
He didn’t answer.
“Lucian?” I asked softly.
Suddenly, he stood-lifting me with him, pinning me against the wall. His eyes burned into mine, wild and hungry.
“I was saving the lake for later, Mara,” he growled-and my whole body reacted. God, I hoped I wasn’t too sore.
“You should’ve come anyway,” I said, teasing.
He smirked. “I was avoiding Tina.”
We both laughed, breathless.
“The house you rented is perfect,” I told him, looping my legs around his waist. “We can finally act like a proper couple. Cook. Stay naked. Make love wherever we want.”
He kissed me, all fire and control.
“You’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking,” he murmured, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently.
I watched him strip-slowly, methodically-and it was like watching a lion shed his skin. Every flex of muscle made my breath catch. His abs, his arms, the way his body moved-it wasn’t fair.
I peeled off my shorts, heart racing. I was soaked, and from the way his eyes darkened, he knew it. I stripped off my T-shirt. Naked now, completely his.
“My beautiful wife,” he murmured, stepping out of his shorts.
He knelt at the foot of the bed, eyes locked on mine as he pulled me forward. My ass was right at the edge, and then-his mouth was on me.
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I moaned, startled, as his tongue found my clit. He didn’t rush. He devoured me. Every flick, every slow circle, had me shaking, my fingers digging into the sheets.
I opened wider for him, losing control, screaming his name before my whole body trembled under the weight of the
