Chapter 41

Scarlett's POV The air between us heated. The breeze stayed cool, but our bodies warmed each other. Lucien's gaze pinned me in place, his silver eyes darkened with heat and possessiveness. I could feel the tension radiating from him in the confined space of my bed. His hand was already placed at my back, pushing me closer to him—our chests touched, and I looked up at him, still breathing heavily after our kisses. "You'll be the death of me, little wolf," he groaned hoarsely, still locking eyes with me. The heat inside me was rising—too quickly. My mind was blown around like dry leaves in a storm. I could feel every nerve in my body tingling at his presence, his nearness, the way his eyes slowly roved over me as though he was taking inventory of every part of me. Fuck. He was just…goddamn sexy. How could a man be so sexy?! "Hmm, tell me, little wolf. Did you bewitch me, huh?" he said in a low tone, and I could feel his breath on my lips. Dayum. That's unfair! Before I could even decide