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“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Lucian whispered. “Those people gave me everything.”

“And you feel guilty because you miss what was taken away.”

“Sometimes. Mostly I’m just stuck trying to figure out what I was supposed to be.”

“You told me once that you knew John loved you,” Jordyn said quietly. “Was that a lie?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“Then he wouldn’t care who you are, Lucian. The son Antony raised, or the boy he helped make. It wouldn’t matter.”

“I’m never going to know for sure, though.”

“Like I said before, you need to figure out if not being able to have answers is something you can live with. It’s your life. No one else’s. Don’t you know anything about your future you want for sure that is solely yours and has nothing to do with your past?”

“You,” Lucian said instantly. “I want you.”

“You had me before you told me any of this. I’d like to think you’ll have me long after, too.”

“No one else will,” he stated, a possessiveness filling his tone and sending a shiver up Jordyn’s spine. “I wouldn’t let them.”

“No one,” she echoed. “Come to bed. It’s late and you’re tired, Lucian.”

Lucian did, but he didn’t crawl onto his side like Jordyn thought he would. Instead, he pulled the blanket off her and slipped between her thighs, sinking into a waiting embrace. For a long while, he stayed like that, still and silent.

It was only when his talented fingers began unclasping the buttons of the dress shirt she pulled on before coming to find him earlier that Jordyn finally understood what he wanted now. Lucian pushed open the shirt to expose her chest without a word, his mouth coming down to dot along her breasts, up to her collarbones, and underneath her jaw. Gentle, sweet kisses of his lips and tender flicks of his tongue striking out to taste her skin.

Softly, he touched her, his fingertips skipping across her flesh, waking up nerves and desire. Heat curled in her belly, driving her thighs to close around Lucian’s sides as his hardening length ground into her bare sex. Instinctually, her hands found purchase to the strong lines of his back and shoulders, her fingers digging in to hold him closer, and to feel him better. Arousal soaked between her thighs, and she yearned for him to fill her and take her.

“I want to love,” he murmured along the curve of her right breast. “Love and then sleep.”

“We can do that,” she replied in a moan. Lucian’s teeth enclosed her nipple, making Jordyn arch into his mouth and gasp. “Jesus, Lucian.”

“Again,” he demanded, grinding harder into her sex, his fingers grabbing tightly to her hips. “My name in your mouth just like that, sweetheart. Like you adore and love me, only me. Like I’m all you need and want.”

Jordyn whimpered low. “You are.”

“Say it, Jordyn.”

“Lucian, please …”

He was only gone from her body for a moment, long enough to grab what he wanted from the bedside table, but every inch of her felt it. A loss, a piece of her gone. It wasn’t normal.

Jordyn didn’t want it to be.

When he climbed back between her opened thighs, his boxer-briefs were gone, and a condom was sliding down the hard shaft of his cock. More wetness seeped from Jordyn’s pussy, her sex clenching at the sight of Lucian’s hand fisting his length.

She was always so wet for him. Her body wanted more, craved him constantly. His touch, his mouth, his hands. Everything. All of him.

This time was no exception.

Jordyn welcomed Lucian’s weight willingly as he covered her body with his. Lucian took her without warning, but for the flick of his gaze piercing into hers as his cock thrust into her core. She was ready for him, her body took his intrusion without any trouble at all. The sensitive tissues of her sex flexed around him, stretching her full … so fucking full. The high cry of her bliss as he bottomed out with that one, smooth plunge was caught in his mouth taking over hers.

High above her head, their fingers tangled together against the pillows.

It was only a second that he stayed still, but she felt it all. The pulse in his shaft that seemed to match her racing heartbeat. The twitch in his muscles as he held back from pulling out and diving into her again. The tiny quiver in his bottom lip grazing hers.