The room pulsed with the raw sounds of passion—moans, sighs, the rustle of bodies shifting urgently against each other.
Lucian moved over Serena like a man possessed, his every thrust hungry and unrestrained, a wildness in him that could not be tamed. It was as though some primal force had been unshackled inside him. Every motion was frenzied, rough, unrelenting, as though he had just been released after years of captivity. His body surged forward, again and again, seeking deeper connection, more sensation.
But while his body acted with single-minded intensity, his mind was not at peace.
There was a voice, that same persistent voice, growing louder with each passing second, echoing in the back of his head like a war drum. It warned him, again and again, of the danger. He had no protection. He could not afford to release his seed inside of Serena. He knew this. The consequences could be dire.
