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Something inside Evee told her to move on. To go upstairs and shower as she’d proposed earlier.

Instead, she stood staring at him, neither saying a word. Before she knew it, Evee sensed what almost felt like human hands push her closer to Lucien, seemingly without her consent. Suddenly, Evee found her lips on Lucien’s, kissing him fiercely. His hands cupped the sides of her face and he returned the kiss, matching her ferocity.

The moment her lips touched Lucien’s, Evee felt such a thirst overtake her, it was like every ounce of moisture in her body had been depleted, her body suddenly dehydrated. So much so she could have drunk the entire Mississippi River and would still be craving more.

His full lips, so delicious, succulent.

Lucien’s mouth moved over her chin, down the side of her neck.

A moan escaped Evee’s lips, and she whispered, “Don’t let me go … don’t.”