Page 50 of Sensual Games

Just because I could.

It had beena long day but in a good way. For once, I was happily exhausted because that exhaustion came from getting Mom settled in at the sort of facility where I wouldn’t have imagined her staying at in my wildest dreams. All afternoon, I walked around feeling like I should pinch myself but afraid to. I didn’t want to wake up if it was a dream.

It wasn’t a dream. It was very real, just like walking into Lucian’s apartment was very real with him pulling me into his arms and covering my mouth with his. Consuming me, but that was what I wanted. To be consumed. To give myself over to him after holding back. No more fears, no more guilt. It was the two of us against the world.

He backed me away from the front door, picking me up so I could wrap my legs around him. It was like before, the last time we were here, only this time, there wouldn’t be any interruptions.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked once we were in his bedroom, where he took me to the bed and laid me out across it. Without saying a word, he started to undress, pulling off his polo and jeans. The whole time, he looked at me, watching as I slid out of my shorts and T-shirt. I was so sure this would never happen again. Now that it was, I wanted to savor every second.

What did I want him to do?There was only one answer. “Love me. Just love me.”

“That comes easily, Poison… you live in my heart.” It was like he wanted to prove it, crawling up the length of my body, peppering kisses over my skin, then finding my mouth again. Yes, this was what I needed. This was all I would ever need. Ever since that first night, some part of me knew it was supposed to be this way. We were meant to be.

I couldn’t get enough of him—the scruff on his cheeks against my skin, his flexing muscles under my hands, and the way he eased me into pleasure, whispering in my ear while he played with me, teased me and built me up. “So sweet. Getting nice and wet for me. Nice and wet for when I fuck you,” he rasped, sliding his fingers in and out of my soaking pussy.

“Yes… yes, Lucian…” My head rolled from side to side, my eyes closed, sensation sweeping over me until it was all I knew.

“Is that what you want? Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes.” I lifted my hips, straining for him. “Please.”

“Not yet.” Even though he was hard as steel and practically digging into my hip, he chuckled when I whined my frustration. “Not until you come for me, Poison. That’s all you have to do. One little orgasm. Can you do that?” he asked in his deep rumble of a voice, breathing hard in my ear.

Could I? I didn’t have a choice. It was building so fast, bigger and bigger, so big it overwhelmed me. I rode his hand, working with him until it all was too much. I could only squeeze my legs shut, clutching him close as I came hard enough to make my ears ring and my heart damn near explode. The waves went on and on, finally slowing until there was nothing but small aftershocks left.

His lips brushed my skin, his chest heaving, his body so warm and so perfect. Rolling me onto my side so I faced him, he draped my leg over his hip. Then, all at once, he was inside me, filling me, reminding me I was no match for him. For this. This all-consuming, earth-shattering connection.

I stared into his chocolate eyes as he moved, taking me slowly and going deep. The late afternoon sun streamed in, turning his skin to gold and bathing us in warm light as we made love.

My body sang thanks to the way his hands moved over me, teasing me from ankle to earlobe. I was lost in sensation, my whole body, one throbbing nerve that pulsed to the rhythm of his deep, sure strokes. “I love you,” I breathed out, and my heart sang. Would I ever get tired of saying that? No, just like I’d never get tired of his kisses, his soft grunts, and the sounds of him losing himself in me.

“I adore you.” He devoured my throat, and I threw back my head, offering more. All of me, whatever he wanted, because he had already given me so much more than I ever knew existed.

I was going to come again, and I welcomed it. “Oh, my God…” I gasped, grinding against him. “Come with me.”

He closed his eyes, teeth gritted, and I knew he was close. “Yeah…” he groaned out. “That’s right, give it to me…”

I did, the tension exploding in my core, heat flooding me when he gave over and let himself come. There was nothing like this. Wrapped in each other, just the two of us in our own world, coming down from what we could only do together.

He spoke first, his voice low and soft. “I hope you know you have a lot of that to look forward to.” He placed slow, soft kisses against my forehead and my cheeks before letting out a deep sigh.

I buried my face in his neck, inhaling him while his pulse fluttered against my cheek. “I hope you know I expect it.”

“Already demanding.” There was a little bit of a growl in his voice. He pulled his head back, smirking. “Not a day into this relationship, and you’re demanding sex.”

Winking, I replied, “Would you expect anything else?

EPILOGUE - IVY

SIX MONTHS LATER

“It is so generous of you to have us over for dinner like this.” I meant every word, though I was afraid it came off sounding trite and empty when faced with the sort of splendor the Diamond family lived in and the elaborate meal that Connor and Pepper Diamond had put together for me.

To think Lucian grew up this way. I had only ever seen this sort of wealth and luxury on a screen. At least before I became involved with Lucian. He had treated me to a look at how the other half lived—an impromptu shopping trip to Beverly Hills on the private jet and last-minute box seats to the hottest show on Broadway, all because I’d told him I liked one of the actresses in the play. So many expensive, exquisite meals. Throwing around cash meant nothing to him so long as he knew it made me happy, and when it came to Mom, he was still going above and beyond. Thanks to the top-of-the-line facility he’d arranged for Mom, she was thriving. She was making friends and even showing cognitive improvement under the care of the doctors and specialists he provided.

But this? He might as well have grown up in a museum. Gorgeous art covered the dining room walls from floor to ceiling, almost concealing the silk wallpaper behind it. There was marble underneath my feet, and the high ceilings made the space feel more like a cathedral than a home. There were breathtaking views from every window—the dining room looked out over Central Park, for instance. The apartment’s historic charm had been left untouched, something that did my heart good as I admired the fireplace behind the dining table and the intricately carved mantle on top of it.

Pepper bustled around the table, adjusting the flatware and lighting taper candles that made the crystal stemware sparkle and gleam. A gorgeous floral arrangement sat in the center of the rectangular table. The aroma of roses and gardenias hung in the air and mixed with her citrusy perfume as she walked past.

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