Chapter 72. The Depth Of His Contempt...

Zayn was still shocked by Lucien’s behavior. The younger man looked at him with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling fast, lips trembling as if he wasn’t sure what he had just done. That first nervous kiss had been clumsy, innocent, almost fragile.

But Zayn’s heart was already burning.

Even though Lucien didn’t know how to kiss properly, Zayn leaned in, taking the lead, guiding him gently. Their mouths moved together, slow at first, then deeper, more urgent as heat began to spark between them.

Lucien’s breath caught when Zayn’s hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His body stiffened, then slowly melted into the kiss.

The kiss grew intense, their breaths mixing, until Zayn could no longer hold back the hunger that had been building for so long. He pushed Lucien softly back against the bed, his own body following, his weight hovering above him.

Lucien’s eyes widened, but he didn’t resist. Instead, his trembling fingers clutched the fa