With skillfull fingers, he gathered the fabric of her dress and pushed it upward.

Then suddenly, his cool hand rested against her exposed thigh.

Almost instantly, the second followed.

His hands spread across her hips and pulled her trembling body tightly against the hard pulse of his arousal.

The sensations nearly pushed Mirabelle’s mind into overload.

Her head fell back against the wall as a helpless sound escaped her lips.

Goosebumps spread along the fox beast’s arms as he looked down at her.

Her sideways tilted ears.

Her eyes half-lidded, tears of pleasure clinging to the corners.

Her flushed face.

Her swollen red lips.

The way her breasts rose and fell against him with every uneven breath while a fine sheen of sweat glimmered across her skin.

Lucien had never seen anything so unbearably tempting.

So desirable.

He swallowed hard.

One hand slid lower, settling firmly in the curve above her bump, while the other traveled forward and slipped beneath the thin fabric covering her.

"Ahhh—"

Another helpless moan escaped her the moment his cool fingers touched the furious heat between her thighs.

Her eyes flew open, the normally slit pupils widened into round dark moons.

The fox male’s green eyes absorbed every detail greedily.

He wanted to remember this moment forever.

Then he finally moved his fingers.

Slowly.

Carefully.

His touch traced unfamiliar patterns that sent ripples of electric pleasure racing through her core.

Mirabelle held her breath in anticipation before finally exhaling it in a trembling gasp.

Lucien barely allowed her time to recover before his mouth claimed hers again.

His left hand intertwined with hers before pinning both of them high against the wall above her head.

The slight painful pull in her arm only intensified the burning ache low inside her.

With her free hand, she grabbed the collar of Lucien’s shirt and clung to it like someone drowning.

Around them, the gathered fabric of her skirts rustled softly.

His fingers drifted dangerously close to her entrance.

Mirabelle inhaled sharply.

Then Lucien’s mouth immediately captured hers again.

His lips.

His tongue.

They trapped the last remaining part of her brain still capable of coherent thought.

The rest of her dissolved into pure bliss.

Slowly, tension coiled tighter and tighter inside her, feeding the unbearable heat consuming her body.

She wanted more.

And so she demanded it.

"Your wish is my command," the fox male whispered against her ear, his cool breath brushing the sensitive skin of her throat.

At the exact same moment, one of his fingers pushed inside her.

Mirabelle had thought she knew what this was supposed to feel like.

She had been completely wrong.

This body experienced everything differently.

More intensely.

Her eyes rolled back.

Fireworks exploded through every nerve in her body.

Slowly, Lucien pushed deeper.

Warm wetness welcomed him immediately while her inner muscles tightened instinctively around his finger, holding him there.

"Fuck... you’re so tight."

A growl rumbled low inside Lucien’s chest.

His green eyes had darkened completely now, as though night itself had settled over them.

He wanted to be inside her so badly.

And he knew that if he continued much longer, he would completely lose control.

So abruptly, he pulled his finger back out.

The sensation tore a broken gasp from Mirabelle’s lips.

Lucien lifted his hand and inhaled slowly.

Then he licked his fingers clean.

Mirabelle stared at him in shock.

Partly because he had stopped.

But mostly because no man had ever done something like that before.

It felt unbearably intimate.

Humiliatingly intimate.

A desperate part of her wanted to hide her face.

But a far larger part wanted him to keep touching her.

Lucien’s gaze locked onto hers while the taste of her still lingered on his tongue.

"You taste..." his voice roughened, "...dangerously addictive."

Then suddenly, Lucien dropped to his knees before her.

His hands gripped her hips while simultaneously holding her dress lifted around her thighs.

And the lips that had just been kissing hers pressed against her core instead.

At first, his mouth moved carefully.

Soft sucking motions.

Then his tongue followed.

Slowly.

She grew wetter with every passing second. It felt as though all the heat inside her body had melted into liquid and gathered there between her thighs.

Searching for something to hold onto, Mirabelle buried her fingers in his hair.

The strands slipped through her hands like silk.

But she barely noticed.

All she could truly feel was his mouth on her.

The taste of her spread across his tongue like fine wine: rich, addictive, and impossible to forget once experienced.

She tasted soft and sweet at first, but underneath it was something feral that made every predator instinct inside him tighten possessively.

Slowly, his lips and tongue moved against her until they settled into a merciless rhythm.

Above him, Mirabelle trembled and moaned helplessly, completely unaware that someone could walk through the corridor at any moment.

Of course, Lucien had concealed them with his magic.

But with the way she smelled now — and how sweetly desperate she sounded — even he couldn’t guarantee nobody would notice something.

Then his restraint finally snapped.

His tongue pushed deep inside her.

At that exact moment, Mirabelle’s eyes fell shut because the sensations overwhelmed her completely.

Behind her eyelids, lightning flashed. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

It felt as though her entire body was racing uncontrollably toward the edge of a cliff.

And then—

with one final flick of his tongue—

she fell.

Mirabelle could barely feel her own legs.

Wave after wave still rolled through her body, softer now, but no less overwhelming.

Her skin tingled everywhere Lucien had touched her, and her mind drifted somewhere hazy between exhaustion and bliss.

Breathing felt strangely difficult, every inhale catching halfway inside her chest before leaving in shaky little gasps.

But the unbearable heat inside her had finally eased, melting into a heavy warmth low in her stomach instead.

Below her, Lucien remained perfectly still for a moment, one hand firm on her thigh to keep her upright.

He watched the way her body trembled.

The unfocused shine in her watery eyes.

The tiny shivers that still ran through her whenever his thumb brushed absentmindedly across her skin.

The fox male looked genuinely affected.

He was completely captivated by her.