He was the kind that didn't demand or threaten but simply existed, as fundamental as breathing.
She was his. She was theirs. And right now, in this room, with the world hammering at the door and her body trembling beneath his hands, she was the only thing that had ever made survival feel like more than just not dying.
"Stay with me," he murmured against her temple, curling his fingers and feeling her whole body bow toward him. "Just stay right here."
Her tail tightened around his arm. Her fingers tangled in his hair. And the sound she made, his name, broken into syllables by pleasure, buried itself in his memory like a blade he never wanted removed.
Lucan's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, curling inside her as she writhed against him. The sensation made Felicity's breath catch, her silver-white hair spilling across the sheets like moonlight.
"L-Lucan," she whimpered, her fox ears twitching with each stroke of his fingers. "Please... don't stop."
