Isla's lashes fluttered as her eyes opened halfway, the hazy, vulnerable look in them stealing his breath. She swallowed hard her voice barely a whisper. "Lucian..." The way she said his name was soft, unguarded, and, filled with trust-sent a jolt through him.
He cupped her face with his free hand, his thumb, brushing over her cheekbone. "I'm here," he assured her, his tone firm but soothing. "You're, safe with me."
Her lips parted and for a moment it seemed like she wanted to say something, but instead, she leaned into his touch, her body surrendering to the sensations he was creating.
Lucian could feel her starting to let go, the tension in her shoulders easing as she gave herself over to the moment. He leaned closer, his lips hovering just above hers, his breath mingling with hers.
