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“Funny—that’s what I call you in my head,” I tell him.
“What?” He looks shocked.
“My angel.”
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“Because I didn’t think I’d escape my fate, and then you came along and saved me.”
He remains quiet for a while, his expression unreadable. He’s no longer smiling. And just when I start to think I’ve committed some kind of faux pas, he moves closer to me, enveloping me with his scent—a heady combination of earth and wood.
“Can I kiss you, Elena?”
I look into his eyes and my breath hitches. He isn’t asking for permission. He’s informing me of something inevitable. My eyes drift closed as his mouth closes over mine. His lips are hard and unyielding, turning my world on its head.
Pleasure zings down my spine as he slips his hand under the back of the shirt, caressing my spine. I shiver slightly under his touch as I open my mouth for his exploration. Wetness floods my core as his tongue glides over mine, heating me up from the inside out.
Tentatively, I slip my hands up his hard chest, clutching his shoulders, reveling in his taste. I moan into his mouth as he nips on my lips, sucking gently and sending shivers of sensations to my core.
He kisses his way down the side of my neck to the pulsating corner of my throat. When he sucks gently on it, pleasure swamps my blood, my knees going weak. His grip tightens around my waist as he holds me up. Then, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him.
He pulls back his head and stares at me, his eyes ablaze with hunger. “I’m going to make love to you, Elena.”
Once again, it’s a gentle command. One that I am helpless against.
“Yes,” I rasp, surrendering to the urgent need inside me. “Yes, please.”
Chapter Four
Lucian
Yes, please…
My cock jerks at her response, and suddenly I’m walking out of the gym and toward the staircase. Elena’s blue eyes hold mine intimately, and I revel in the untamed desire swimming in their depths. Holding her body securely against mine with my right hand, I let my other hand roam her soft skin, gliding my fingers up her back as I press featherlight kisses to her throat and earlobe, delighting in her small moans of pleasure.
Her eager response makes me drunk with desire, and the need to see her come undone beneath me intensifies. She takes my ministrations in stride, and even though she seems inexperienced, I love that she boldly slides her hands feverishly down my back and up my nape. The sensations are making me go haywire, and pleasure surges down to my shaft until it’s hard and aching.
I let go of her neck, sliding my arms down her curvy ass to her thighs. “You have the most expressive eyes, angel,” I murmur against her lips as I carry her up the steps.
Elena exhales. “Really?” she whispers against my lips, blushing softly.
“You do. And it’s giving me ideas,” I murmur, then shift my lips to her ear. “I can’t stop imagining what your expression will belike when I sink my cock into your wet pussy.” I lightly nip at her lips.
I pull back just in time to hear her soft gasp and see her blue eyes turn liquid with heat as she shivers in my arms. I didn’t think my cock could grow any harder, but it expands painfully, straining against the confines of my shorts.
I’m good at making plans. When it comes to people, I always know where they stand in my life, and I create my boundaries based on that.
But Elena is the one variable I didn’t plan or prepare for. I find all my walls collapsing when it comes to her. And even more incredible—I find myself looking forward to the unknown with her, like life with her could be an adventure.
As I walk down the hallway with her in my arms, I nip softly on her lower lip and pull at it, sucking it gently into the heat of my mouth. Her shirt has slid up to stop just above her ass, and she’s not wearing any underwear, so my hand curves inward toward her center.
I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, and they come back wet. She tightens her arms around me and instinctively jerks her hips in response, causing a deep groan to leave my throat.
“Fuck. I love how wet you are for me,” I rasp against her lips, my gaze holding her eyes captive. She moans softly at my words, her eyes growing darker.
“I bet you’ll get even wetter if I slide my fingers inside you,” I say, groaning when her hands reach up to grip my shoulders tight. “Should we test that?” I ask, slipping my forefinger between her wet lips, grinding my teeth against the bolt of desire that grips me as her muscles clench fervently around my finger. I rub mythumb gently over her clit, watching her. She whimpers softly and lowers her eyes, her face turning even redder.
Damn. She’s so adorable. And so sexy.
