Lucian

“Kissing was so very intimate. Emotional, even. While sex was carnal, kissing was passionate. It filled in an entirely different way. Lovers kissed. It was almost meant to claim someone, to keep them, taste them, and have them for only you in that private way.”

“You asked me to give you something,” Lucian continued, not taking his frustrated gaze off hers for a moment. “You needed to be safe, and I’ve done that. That meant to me I needed to make sure you didn’t have to go back to that life at all.

“I already told you. I’m not a good man.”
“I don’t want a good man, Lucian,” Jordyn whispered.
“You should. A good man who will give you everything you want, keep you safe, and adore you the way you deserve. You should want that.”
“Funny, isn’t that what you’ve been doing?”

“A female that drives me insane, but you probably don’t even realize it. Skin the color of cream, and eyes like the sky. My hand molds perfectly into the curve of your waist and you fit against my chest beautifully. You smell like peaches. Your laugh is kind of musical. I watch you all the time, wondering if you’re going to change somehow, and you don’t.

“Thank you.”
Lucian’s dark brow rose. “For what?”
“Keeping your promise and giving me safety. Taking me out of something I couldn’t escape myself.
Being you, I guess.”
“Only for you, bella mia.”

“What do you want?” he asked her.
Jordyn’s lips ghosted into a smile against his cheek. “Now?”
“No games. Just tell me.”
“You. I want you.”
“Ho bisogno di te. Need, sweetheart. I need you.”

“You want me to need you.”
“I do,” she agreed softly.
“Good, because I’ve never needed someone, Jordyn. Not once. I’m going to follow your lead with whatever this is.”
“Show me, then. Show me what need is, Lucian.”

“Just let me apologize, Jordyn. I don’t want you to be someone else. I don’t need you to be anybody but exactly who you are. Maybe the way I’ve gone about this whole thing has made it seem like it, but I want you for you.

“I want you,” Lucian ground out through clenched teeth. “On me, soaking me, fucking me like you do.”

“High above her head, their fingers tangled together against the pillows. Hazel eyes stared into hers as gasping pants turned into rising cries. There was no gimmick to their love-making, no fast and dirty words or fucking. It wasn’t needed. Her body responded to his so well without it.”

“For a brief moment, Lucian simply felt her.
“I need you to move,” Jordyn said hoarsely. Every muscle in her body felt wound up like a coiled spring ready to snap. “Please, just move.”
Lucian laughed deeply. “Are we over gentle, sweetheart?”
“So over. Fuck me.”

“You know I love you, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good,” Lucian murmured heavily. “Because tonight, I want to fuck you like I don’t. If I have to leave tomorrow, I won’t be able to touch you for who knows how long. I want you to feel me for days, bella. In you, on you … my fist in your hair, fingers digging into your sides leaving marks, my teeth on your skin … everywhere.
I need to know if that’s okay,” Lucian said quietly, a huskiness saturating his words.

Lucian’s mouth curved with a wicked smirk as he released her nipple. “Hurts, doesn’t it? You like a little pain. Tell me what I want to hear, beautiful girl, and we’ll really get started.”
“Sweetheart, say it.”
Jordyn yanked on his hair, giving back that pain and making him look at her.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Christo, sì,” Lucian groaned in response.

”Revenge was sweet.
At two feet away, Lucian’s Eagle met the man’s forehead, stopping him.
“I told you it’d blow off your face.”
It did. Lucian didn’t flinch at the after spray of fluid, blood, and matter.”

“Pull out a gun and I will shoot you,” Lucian said loudly. “Move and I will shoot you. Look me in the eyes and I will shoot you. It’s pretty fucking simple. The quicker we say what we want to say, and get what we came to get, the faster we’ll be gone.”

”Where is Will Vetta?” Again, no one answered. Lucian pulled back the trigger and didn’t even blink.
“If I can’t have Will today, I’ll take second best as a prize, Ron. I think we’ve both earned it.”
“I don’t want Jordyn,” Ron tried to say.
Lucian shrugged. “But Will does. I won’t let him have her and you’re a damn good example to make.”
That effectively ended the conversation for Lucian. And Ron’s life.

„I want the kind of love from a man who knows and notices everything about me. From the silly little things, to the big things, and all the in-betweens...

She didn't want a good man. She wanted her kind of man."