Lucian's only goal tonight, when he first laid his eyes on her, was simple: don't lose control.
Do not ruin it.
Wait.
Just wait.
But after listening to her continuous nagging while she wrapped her scarf around him, he could hear the chains he had locked himself in begin to crack. Her scent filled him, clinging to his skin, reaching into a part of his mind filled with unholy thoughts.
Before he knew it, he felt the last thread of his sanity snap.
Then his hand reached out, cupping her face to keep her still. The next second, his lips were on hers. He felt her hand grip his chest in resistance—the first sign he should've stopped.
But he didn't… he couldn't.
Her lips were too sweet, sinfully delectable.
Her warm breath spread through him, sending heat from his mouth down to the very ends of his nerves, making him crave more… and more of her.
Wake up, he told himself. Don't… ruin it.
