The Cost of Unraveling
Lucien
The door clicked shut behind her, and silence folded in like a breath held too long.
My legs still trembled. My pulse still thundered.
The air was heavy with her jasmine, salt, fire—and my c**k was still twitching like it hadn’t gotten the message that she was done with me. For now.
Gods.
What kind of creature did I help create? What kind of force had I once loved into existence—and forgotten to fear?
I let out a shaky breath and reached for my waistband, fingers unsteady as I tucked myself back into my pants. My shirt was still wrinkled and half open, and I didn’t bother fixing it. There was no real point in pretending I was composed.
The collar on the pedestal no longer glowed, but its presence pressed in like a second heartbeat. I dragged a hand thr
