Her fingers froze for a moment, but he turned away his hand lifted, gripping hers lightly and guiding it back into motion. "Just keep going," he said, his voice softer but no less commanding.
She swallowed, her pulse racing as she resumed. Her hands trailed down the ridges of his shoulders, gliding over the smooth skin of his upper back. Every motion seemed to draw a reaction—a subtle twitch, a sharp inhale. When her fingers brushed the nape of his neck, she felt him stiffen, then relax with a low groan that sent a shiver through her.
"Lucien…" she started, unsure of what she even meant to say.
"Keep saying my name like that," he interrupted, his voice deeper now. "Then see what happens."
