Lucas's gaze lingered on the three women before him, their faces still flushed with the pleasure of his dick, tongue and fingers.
Selene leaned slightly toward him, her smirk lingering though her breath was uneven. Beneath that sharp tongue and stubborn pride, there was a yearning that betrayed her act of defiance.
Nyx on the other hand, her eyes softened when they rested on him, carrying both admiration and a hint of wonder. It was not just his strength that stirred her but the strange freedom she felt when she was with him, a freedom she had never known within the walls of her father's palace.
And Lira, sat with her hands fondling his chest, her head slightly lowered, but her gaze flicking up toward him whenever she thought he would not notice. Of the three, hers was the purest devotion. She needed no words, no declarations, because her entire being radiated her trust in him.
