Alina's POV
Lucian's smirk deepened, dark and hungry. His fingers dug into my waist, gripping hard enough to send sparks racing over my skin. Without a word, he spun me around and shoved my front against the nearest intact counter. Dust and debris crunched under our shoes, but I barely noticed. My palms slapped against the cool, ruined surface as he kicked my legs apart. I bit my lip hard.
His body pressed into mine from behind, hard and scorching. I felt the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining against his pants, grinding slow and deliberate against my ass. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating straight through me.
"That's my Queen," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and teasing. "Always so fucking needy for me… just as much as I fucking need you." His whisper brushed my ear and sent hot waves racing down my spine.
