Sera didn’t know how to breathe.
Lucien’s c**k was right there.
Huge.
Hard.
Moon goddess help her, it was monstrous.
Veins bulged along the shaft, pulsing, alive and so engorged. The head was swollen and angry, dark with blood, drooling a line of pre-c*m that slid down the shaft and clung to his fingers as he stroked himself slow.
He was teasing her with it. Showing her exactly what was going to ruin her.
Sera’s mouth fell open. Her cheeks burned hotter than fire.
She had seen a c**k before.
Once.
Just once.
It had been Thorne’s. Her stupid stepbrother.
She hadn’t meant to see it.
Hadn’t meant to freeze outside his bedroom door that day, watching through the tiny crack when she heard those low, broken sounds.
Thorne had been sitting on the edge of his bed, pants shoved down
