Adult content ahead so be warned(°^°)
Lucian was kissing Rosaline with more and more intensity, trying to find the pleasure, the coursing pleasure he had found just by hugging Elara but he still couldn't find that.
His mouth moved against Rosaline's with force, almost bruising, but there was no spark, no blinding rush that had set his blood on fire when Elara had been in his arms.
Instead, every touch here felt hollow, as though he were clawing through emptiness, searching for a satisfaction that refused to come.
And it made him even more agitated, making the agitation visible in his advances. He kept kissing her trying to forget the pleasure he had felt when he had sunk his teeth into Elara's neck but it was nothing like that.
The memory burned behind his eyelids, Elara's gasp, the intoxicating taste of her blood, the way his wolf had howled with completion.
