Lucas's hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
There's heat in his eyes. Golden flames flicker in their depths, reflecting the fire burning between us. I shiver as he teases his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt, a shudder that starts deep in my core and ripples outward.
His hands slide up my stomach, burning trails of need across my skin. "You didn't answer my question, Luna."
His fingers brush under my breasts, never quite touching what I need. I arch forward with a gasp. "Wh-what question?"
"Are you sure you aren't doing this on purpose?" My nipples peak beneath his teasing.
"I'm not—Lucas…" My plea is breathless, and he chuckles.
"What do you want, Luna?" Again, the way my thighs clench and desire pulses between my legs when he calls me that. Shit. I'm drenched.
His lips brush my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending another shock of need through me. "Do you want me to breed you, Luna?"
