Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 123

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 123: Promises**

The air was thick with unspoken emotions as Emma gazed into Lucien’s eyes, a torrent of feelings swirling between them. “You protect me,” she murmured, her voice steady yet filled with an earnest intensity. “You fight for me. You’d give everything for me.”

With a tender resolve, she continued, “So let me protect you in my own way.”

It was only blood, she reminded herself, a mere physical substance that could be replaced with a few potions. After all, she had spilled far more than this while hunting beasts in the wild.

As her words faded into the stillness of the room, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the space between his brows—a kiss that was both slow and tender, infused with a warmth that seemed to linger in the air.

Being bonded to Lucien was an experience unlike any other. Now, with his beast mark etched upon her, she could feel the tumultuous emotions coursing through him—his guilt, his unwavering devotion, and the fierce love he held for her. Each sensation pulsed within her chest like a living flame, igniting her very soul.

The intensity of that wild surge hit Emma like a bolt of lightning, electrifying and overwhelming, making it impossible to turn away. Her fingers brushed over Lucien’s lips, tracing their shape as if she were trying to memorize every contour.

His crimson eyes flickered with an inner heat, glowing brighter and dimmer like a flame struggling against a fierce wind.

“Emma,” he whispered, his voice a low, rough murmur that sent shivers down her spine. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”

She could see the muscles in his throat work as he swallowed, every fiber of his being taut with restraint, a tension that made her heart race.

Before she could form a response, Lucien’s hand slipped around her waist, pulling her close, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Their lips met in a soft yet burning kiss, deep and slow, as if they were savoring the moment, drawing it out like the sweetest of desserts.

He laid her down gently, his fingers trailing across her skin, coaxing her deeper into the warmth of their shared intimacy. By the time he finally released her, Emma felt as though she had melted against him, a puddle of warmth and affection.

Lucien’s gaze drifted down to her, sweeping over the delicate fabric of her thin nightgown. A faint smirk danced on his lips, teasing and playful.

“This outfit,” he said, amusement coloring his tone, “Silas picked it, didn’t he?”

Emma blinked, suddenly aware of the scandalous garment she wore.

Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, embarrassment washing over her in waves. “That idiot Silas,” she thought, mortified. How could he not pack a single normal piece of clothing for her?

Lucien chuckled softly, the sound low and teasing, a melody that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. “I’ll have new clothes sent up today. You can keep this one for special occasions. It’s not exactly something to lounge around in.”

Emma’s blush deepened, the heat creeping up her neck. “I wasn’t planning to wear it around the house,” she protested, the very idea of strutting down the hall in such attire making her want to sink into the floor and disappear.

The thought of facing anyone else in such a revealing outfit was enough to make her heart race with embarrassment.

Lucien’s smile softened, his tone gentle as he reassured her. “I know you’re not that kind of woman. Silas just has terrible taste. I’ll deal with him later.”

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