Lucan's gaze darkened as he heard the commotion outside. Let them wait. The world beyond this room ceased to exist as he lowered his head again, his lips finding the soft curve of her neck.
None of it registered past the woman beneath him.
"Let them wait," he growled against her skin, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers. "You're mine right now."
He trailed his mouth down her collarbone, savouring the way she shivered beneath him. His hands slid down her sides, feeling every delicate curve of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. When his fingers reached her thigh, he hooked them under the hem, slowly pushing the material up to reveal more of her golden skin.
"I need to taste you," he whispered, his voice reverent as he descended lower, planting open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh. Each touch of his lips seemed to leave an invisible mark, a claim only he could see.
