Confession

Medeia's hands trembled as she touched Lucian's chest and felt his heartbeat was getting faster. It turned out she wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed by the kisses.

Lucian wasn't the first man she'd kissed, but he was the first one who could make her heart and mind go crazy.

His kisses felt so gentle and warm, unlike the cold and rough ones she had experienced before. 

They were unhurried, sincere, and filled with a tender emotion she had dream on.

It felt as if Lucian had adored her for a long time, loved her in silence, and didn't want to lose his chance to give her more kisses.

Really? Does he really love me?

But why? She was unlovable and broken, a demon queen who had committed countless sins and mistakes. How could someone like Lucian, with his kind heart and gentle soul, feel that way about her?