Lucian closed his eyes for a minute.
Lilith’s scent at four thirty in the morning was something entirely different from her scent during the day. During the day it was warm and clean and underneath everything...that unique scent that was just her.
But at four thirty in the morning after hours of sleep.....
It was devastating.
It felt warmer, and there was something underneath it that was soft and sleep-warm and entirely unguarded that made Zev slammed forward so hard as if he was trying to take over, the force was so hard that Lucian had to grip the door frame with both hands just to stay on his feet.
He was not going inside. He told himself
He was absolutely not going inside.
But in the end he couldn’t stop himself, he opened the door and entered the room.
The room was dark except for the moonlight coming through the curtains.
Lilith was asleep on her back in the center of the bed.
Lucian stood in the doorway and looked at her.
Her dark hair spread across the pillow in every direction. Her lips slightly parted. Her chest rising and falling slowly in the deep even rhythm of someone completely under. One arm thrown above her head. The other resting across her stomach.
The sheets had tangled around her during the night.
Pulled down to her waist.
Her sleep shirt had ridden up slightly....just enough that the hem sat at the very top of her thighs....and her legs were slightly apart.
Lucian didn’t move from the doorway for a long time.
He should leave. He told himself to leave.
He knew that was the best thing to do right now.
He was very clearly aware that he should turn around and walk back down that corridor and go back to his room and sit with the whiskey he was not going to drink and wait out the rest of this night the way he had waited out every other night for years now.
He looked at Lilith sleeping.
At the way the moonlight fell across her face. At the mark on her throat, glowing faintly gold even in the dark. At the slight part of her lips and the way her lashes fanned across her cheeks and the way her whole body had given itself completely over to sleep.
He crossed to the bed, stood at the edge of it.
His eyes moved down her body slowly. Over the sleep shirt. Over the tangled sheets at her waist. Over the bare skin of her thighs where the sheets had pulled away.
Her scent was everywhere in this room.
On the pillow. On the sheets. in the air itself.
Lucian breathed it in and felt the curse go from sharp to unbearable in the space of one breath.
His hands found the edge of the sheets and he moved them aside carefully.
Lilith shifted slightly in her sleep but did not wake. Just turned her head slightly on the pillow and exhaled and went back under.
Lucian looked at her.
At the bare skin of her thighs. At the small scrap of fabric between them. At the way her legs had fallen slightly further apart when he moved the sheets.
Her scent hit him again and it was stronger than the last time.
Lucian knelt at the edge of the bed.
Lilith POV

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