Page 36 of Semi-Fallen

“You’re sure?” he asked one more time.

She nodded, grabbing his hips with both hands. “Yes,” she whispered. “Very.”

She felt his powerful body tremble at her words. His eyes dropped to her lips, then lifted again. “You understand that there’s no rejecting the mating bond if we do this?”

Lane repressed an eye roll, but just barely. She let go of his hips to sign, I never wanted to reject it in the first place! That was all you. I always wanted you, and—

Whatever she’d been about to sign next was lost on a moan when he thrust into her, not stopping until his hips met hers and they were joined completely.

“Mine,” he growled.

Mine.

Lucien grabbed both her hands, pinned them at either side of her head, and laced their fingers together. Lane wrapped her legs around his waist and held him as tight as she could as he drove into her, over and over again, controlled but deep, while his mouth plundered hers.

She thought she’d taken all of him because she’d never felt so full in her life. Then he proved her wrong by shifting his hips and somehow sliding in even deeper.

He pulled back just enough to let her read his lips as he said, “You feel amazing. So tight. So wet…”

“Then let go,” she whispered. “You won’t hurt me.”

Lucien didn’t answer. He must’ve gotten the message, though, because he let go of her hands to shove an arm under her, hoisting her up higher to steady her as he pumped into her harder and faster.

His jaw clenched as he tightened his grip on her and angled his hips so that the base of his cock hit her clit with every thrust. All she could do was thread her fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life.

It didn’t take long for her to come so hard that she’d probably be dehydrated for days. His name tore from her lips on a ragged scream, most likely shattering every window in the house. Her vision blurred and every muscle in her body clenched and contracted.

He followed her over the edge shortly after, thrusting into her one, two, three more times before his entire body tensed and he dropped his forehead to the nook where her shoulder met her neck. She couldn’t see the groan on his lips, but she felt it against her skin.

It could have been hours, minutes, or days later that they stayed in that position, him collapsed on top of her, her toying with his hair as they both struggled to catch their breath.

But now that she was starting to come out of her orgasm stupor, she found herself wondering what was going to happen now. Was he going to tell her it’d all been a mistake? That she’d taken advantage of his weakened state? That they were—

He lifted his head and said, “It wasn’t a mistake.” She shuddered at the ferocity in his eyes.

She didn’t seem to have the strength to lift her arms to sign at the moment, so she whispered, “I know. But I didn’t know if you knew that. And…how did you know what I was thinking?”

He sighed. “I can’t begin to explain how, but I felt you thinking that.”

Weird, she thought.

“Yes, very,” he murmured.

His expression was such a mix of awe and horror that she laughed. Out loud. Which was something she hadn’t done since, well, ever. It was…liberating.

Lucien’s gaze traveled over her features as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “So beautiful,” he said.

The heat in his eyes was enough to give her a sunburn, and she knew in that moment she’d never get used to—or tired of—having that look directed at her.

Mine.

That’s when she realized she could finally move her muscles again. She let her fingers slide down his back until she had a nice, firm grip on his ass.

The sharp hiss he sucked in was intensely gratifying.

She gave him a good, hard squeeze before whispering, “How about now? Can you feel what I’m thinking now?”

A squeal escaped her as she found herself flipped over and onto her knees, then she moaned as he slid into her from behind.

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