(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
My body was still trembling with aftershocks when Lucas pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. His breathing was heavy, but I could see the way his jaw clenched in a desperate bid to control his own lust.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured against my skin, his hands already sliding beneath me. His cock popped out of me, and I gasped at the sudden empty feeling.
“But you’ve not—” I started to say, but stopped when he kissed me.
“Later,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “There’s no rush.”
I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled embarrassingly. “I don’t think I can walk yet,” I admitted with a breathless laugh.
Lucas’s lips curved into a rare, satisfied smile. “Good.”
Without warning, he scooped me into his arms. I yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me toward the bathroom.
