When they reach the door, Lucian unlocks and it pushes it open, and the moment they step inside, Anna turns to him with urgency, hunger radiating from her entire being.
Her eyes, dark with need, lock onto his lips, her body already moving to close the distance between them.
She leans in, her breath hot against his skin, desperate to taste him, to claim him, but Lucian steps back just slightly, just enough to keep her at bay.
"Okay, okay... just a minute." His voice is calm, teasing almost, but there's something sharper underneath, something controlled.
He raises his hands in surrender, but at the same time, he takes her wrist, guiding her deeper into the room.
The space is bare except for a bed, its presence almost ominous in its simplicity.
The air is thick, charged with something electric, something raw.
Lucian walks her back until the mattress meets the back of her knees, forcing her to sink onto it.
