Page 14 of Forsaken Desire
She returned to the bathroom and shut the door. While she was gone, I added a cell phone to the list I sent to my assistant.
I leaned forward on the bed, and it creaked under my weight. I added deliverable groceries into an e-cart, making sure I had enough meat.
There wasn’t much I knew how to make, but steaks and mashed potatoes were doable for tomorrow night. I opened my contact list to my human assistant and sent them a list of dishware, a thicker blanket, and instructions to leave it at the front door of this address. Then I ordered some takeout for tonight.
The shower shut off by the time the order was confirmed.
After shoving off the bed, I approached the bathroom door in time for Josephine to open it. I collected her into my arms, tightening my grip until her squeal turned into a grunt.
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His embrace was vise-like, and my heart skipped multiple beats. I couldn’t move from how hard my pulse pounded. A burn started at the bridge of my nose.
Him holding me felt so good. I curled my fingers into his dress shirt, clutching it. He mimicked my attempt to get closer.
Heat radiated from his large form, seeping into every inch of my senses. With his arms still around me, he started pulling me backward without letting go. Until he lay down on the bed and dragged me onto his lap. Both my legs were draped over one side of his legs. I squeezed my arms tight to my side to keep the towel secured. Keeping myself in line would be harder than I thought. All I wanted to do was touch him.
What if I scared him away with my clinginess?
I pressed my lips into a thin line.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured, lowering his head until the tips of the strands grazed my cheek.
Insistently, his nose pressed against my neck as he audibly inhaled. A wet sensation lashed across my throat, and I jerked in his arms. Tingles erupted across my skin, raising goose bumps.
“Did you just lick me?” I mumbled, more from shock than actually asking the question. His chest vibrated, and those thick, muscled arms banded around me tightly, bringing me flush to him.
His hard cock pressed against my hip, and my face warmed, the riptide of my blush traveling down my neck. It was suddenly burning hot in here. He would be my firstanything. At least from what I remembered. Not that I didn’t know what sex was or how it worked. Tate used to go on about her conquests in great detail. When she discovered I didn’t remember anything from my life, she took pleasure in shocking me with every sordid detail involving sex.
I pulled my knees up until my feet settled on the mattress. Scooting closer, I stopped once his hard shaft settled against my hip.
Breathing became a little more difficult and without meaning too, I wiggled. The movement applied pressure to my clit.
I exhaled a breathy moan, and he stiffened.
His eyes caught the light filtering out of the bathroom. His pupils dilated, and his gaze became unfocused. His nostrils flared as he took in a lungful of air. With ease that frightened me, he gripped my thighs, stood with me in his arms, and turned to place me on the bed. I landed with a huff, my arms sliding off his shoulders as he loomed over me. He inched lower on the bed, which creaked with each movement.
I dropped to my back, finding myself staring at the ceiling.
The towel was yanked free. I gasped, gawking up at him. Thank Moon I was angled so my side with the tattoo was in the shadows. His gaze stopped at my breasts. Under his attention, my nipples puckered.
The look in my mate’s eyes . . . I clenched my thighs together. His large hands engulfed my knees. He parted them, forcing them open wide, as far as I could stretch. I took the opportunityto lay my arm across my midsection, using my arm to cover my ink.
He hummed, and the sexual purr made my core clench.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so wet for me.” I held my breath as he lowered. He grazed his nose up my slit, stopping against my clit.
I pushed onto my elbows, wanting a better view. I accidentally moved my leg, and he growled. His hands resettled against my inner thigh, the large palm almost engulfing it. My eyes widened, and I froze. The light from the bathroom washed pale across his features. He looked violent, hungry, and wild—close to losing control. I licked my lips, staring into those ravenous eyes. I frowned at him but didn’t look away. Another growl against my core sent waves of pleasure through my pussy.
Oh, he wanted me to submit to him.
I sucked my lips into my mouth, biting them, but I didn’t back down. His eyelids narrowed, and a louder growl seemed to become a physical thing, which reached for my clit, wrapping around it.
An odd tension spasmed through my lower body, accompanied by heat. My mouth parted on a moan. He exhaled so hard I could feel the heat of his breath waft against my sex. His growl heightened a notch, and my body exploded.
I broke our stare as my head thrashed from side to side, plastering my damp hair to my cheeks. Waves of pleasure rippled through my pussy as it throbbed and tried to hug something that was not there. I’d never experienced something so mind-altering. My belly tightened as a ripple shuddered over my skin.
Lucian rubbed his nose against my clit, and I twitched, letting out another moan. I couldn’t help making noises; they came out with such volume it was embarrassing. The small throbs subsided, and I went limp.
