Chapter 143

ELORA'S POV How do I explain this? This feeling when we have each other's tongue deep into our mouths with a mix of saliva here and there. The kiss wasn't gentle, it wasn't rough either, it's just a bit…wild. Lucas kissed me like he'd been holding himself back for a while and finally snapped. His hand was warm at the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us…no thought, no logic, just the heat and warmth of our breaths. For a second, I let myself fall into it. Into him. Into the way his lips moved over mine, slow but desperate, like he wanted to remember every tiny detail. Like he was terrified I'd disappear again. And God, I wanted to disappear into him, just for a moment. Just long enough to forget the ache in my chest, the chaos of Lucian, the betrayals, and the constant pressure sitting on my shoulders. Lucas felt safe, familiar, warm…like the one stable thing in my life that never wavered. Maybe that's why my fingers re