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“You’ll finish,” he says. “I’ll lock you in a room and chain you to a desk if I have to.”

Kneeling on the window seat, I slide my hands under his black cashmere sweater to feel his hard abdominals. “But I might like that.”

Lucan kisses my forehead, pulling me closer.

“Consider it arranged.” He runs his hands through my hair, scrunching the strands at the base of my skull and tilting my head. “We have a few hours before my family gets here. Then come the caterers and decorators. It’ll be hectic. We should enjoy the peace while we can.”

“Yeah?” The corner of my mouth twitches in a smile. “What did you have in mind?”

Since arriving at the lodge in the morning, we’ve already had sex three times.

He traveled to Brussels for work earlier this week, and our four days apart left us both in shambles. Because I had exams, I had to stay at Darkbloom instead of going with him. He practically devoured me on the tarmac when I met his private jet at the airstrip.

We live at the penthouse most of the time, but I still have my dorm room for when he’s away. Being with my friends on campus is nice, and having a social life without worrying that a killer is after me is even nicer. I’ve joined a book club, a French language club, and the Ghosts of Darkbloom Society. I’m yet to meet any ghosts, but the parties are fantastic.

Whenever I’m on break from college, Lucan likes to surprise me by taking me somewhere new. So far we’ve traveled to Singapore, the Maldives, Italy, and Bhutan.

Except for holidays. We spend those with his family, who now feel like my family.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” asks Lucan in amazement, like he can’t believe his luck.

I try to look away to hide my embarrassment, but he holds my head steady.

“Do you?” His voice vibrates in the root of my spine.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I whisper.

“Good. What else do I make you feel?”

“Loved.”

“Mmm. What else?”

He hooks his thumb in my mouth, tugging down my bottom lip. Keeping eye contact, I take his wrist and push his hand under my skirt.

His pupils flare with arousal as he feels my wetness through my underwear.

“This,” I say. “You make me feel this.”

With a groan of anticipation, he plunges two fingers into my tight entrance, still fisting my hair with his other hand.

My eyelids flutter closed with the sensation of his firm thrusting.

He kisses me deeply, tasting like wintergreen gum and cocoa. His tongue drives to the back of my mouth, and mine pushes back just as hard.

Shedding our clothes in fitful bursts, we don’t even make it to the bedroom.

Lucan fucks me right there on the window seat, with me moaning his name as he strokes me toward climax.

When we recover from sex, Lucan and I dress for warmth and head outside.

“I want to show you a place,” he says as we walk down the driveway that’s covered in trampled autumn leaves.

Dense woods surround the lodge and an icy blue lake. The bare branches against the silver sky create a serene, minimalist beauty.

My lungs fill with crisp air. “What place?”

“I used to go there with Parker and Hannah when we were kids,” replies Lucan. “I didn’t show you last year because it’s a hike and you were recovering from your injuries.”