Lucas was attempting to control the urge to simply throw Lucy down where she stood and stake the ultimate claim upon her. His eyes seemed to darken, and Lucy heard the small growl he was unaware he made. She felt her body tremble harder, his look seeming to say he wished to devour her. She was the supplicant to the man before her, his very presence filling her with submission. She lowered her eyes, her hands twisting in the thin fabric of her gown, one that she realized was almost transparent. As she became aware that the nipples of her breasts were clearly visible as they strained against the bodice of the gown, she moaned and began to lift her arms to cover herself. The silence was broken by a single command. "Don't." Lucas had no intention of allowing his bride to hide any part of her from him. Her hands seemed to hover in the air as if uncertain of their proper place. "Put your arms down, Kitten," Lucas said as he kept his eyes on her. "You will not cover yourself from me.
