Eden's Black Rose

wind. Something she’d never done a day in her life. Everything in her existence had been so bloody predictable, so safe and sheltered. Just once, she wanted to live and to feel what it was like to be with a man and not have her life or reputation hanging in the balances. Not have her mother hanging like a noose around her neck, waiting to snuff out her last breath. Or have the witch hunters burning her home to the ground while she slept.

Serina lay in Lucian’s arms so content, feeling his desire for her pressed firmly against her bottom. She wiggled causing a rush of air to escape him. Do it once more, Serina. See what happens. This could be fun. She pressed her bottom in closer. Lucian threw his head back and wore a look Serina wasn’t entirely sure was pleasure or pain. She scanned his thoughts and smiled. Pleasure. She never felt more alive or more a woman. Seeing her nipples blossoming before her eyes, excited her senses, and heightened her desires in other areas of her body. A strange burning developed between her thighs that she enjoyed.

He bent to her once more, with parted lips his eyes hidden beneath, long black lashes. His cheeks were flushed and his scent reminded her of the air, fresh and clean after a rainstorm. Once his lips pressed against hers he moaned as he deepened their kiss. Concerned she did something wrong, she broke away from him. “Did I hurt you?”

He rolled his eyes up every delicious inch of her. “I don’t believe you could ever hurt me, unless we never get to finish this some time soon.” Lucian’s face was all male. The want, the desire, the need etched into his very being. “M’lady, I know we can’t, well no, actually we could do this, but not tonight. Not like this. I want