Page 16 of Forsaken Desire
“Mine,” he snarled, and his hands wrapped around my hips, forcing me still. I nervously licked my lips as I watchedhis edginess slowly fade. His shoulders finally relaxed, and he purred and bent to lick the moisture off my thighs.
“I’m sorry,” I cracked, and he chuckled against my pussy, his laugh vibrating my clit. I sucked in a breath, wiggling in place. “I don’t know what that was. I-I’ve never done that?—”
“Princess, never apologize for doing that again.”
I fell back and swung my arm over my face. I didn’t know how I managed to keep the other one across my rib cage with the force of my orgasm. The heat of my skin would surely sear through my arms. The bed dipped and creaked until Lucian hovered over me. Even without looking at him, I could feel his gaze.
I peeked over my arm to find a grin spread across his damp lips. Smug bastard.
His weight dropped on top of my breasts, and his face hovered over mine, patiently waiting. My thundering heart didn’t abate. He would not relent. I’d just met him, but I knew on a fundamental level that he would be the most stubborn male to ever exist. I sighed and dropped my arm. His face lowered so only a few inches separated his steady stare from my face.
Even though he was my mate, I couldn’t help the embarrassment. Only hours with him and he’d caused such thrilling reactions from my body, and it wrecked me to a dangerous level. Already, I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I was scared.
The urge was intense and pressing. I’d never really thought much of another’s touch, but he made me wanteverythingfrom him.
I licked my dry lips as the back of his hand brushed against my cheek. He was fated to me. My one and only. The only person I should trust. There was no reason for me to have these reservations.
“Can I touch you?”
His body jerked over me, and he blinked, almost owlishly. It caused fluttering to erupt in my stomach. How was he so cute and dangerous at the same time?
“You never have to ask, Princess, I am yours to do with as you wish.” My heart expanded to the point that I wasn’t sure my body could contain it. I slowly lifted my arms and hooked them around his wide torso.
He groaned and dipped his head to the crevice of my throat. He inhaled deeply, and from how close he was, his hair tickled my cheek. I turned my head a bit and rubbed my nose against his head, near his ear.
He shuddered, and more of his weight fell onto me. So he wasn’t completely on top of me then.
“Lucian.” I stopped and pressed my lips together. He hummed questioningly. “Did I pee on you?”
His breathing stopped for a beat, and then he laughed; his chest shaking my bed and body. He lifted to his elbows, still chuckling.
“Don’t pout,” he murmured, and I smoothed my expression.
“I’m not pouting. I’ve never pouted in my life,” I huffed, offended. His lips curved in a smirk, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“No princess, you didn’t pee on me. You came.” Tate never mentioned coming meantthat.
“Oh, do all females do that?” The question fell from my lips, and I fastened them shut, pressing them together. The only way he would know was from experiencing it.
“Relax your body, baby,” he whispered. “I don’t care to think of anything but you. I couldn’t care less what others do or don’t do.” As easily as breathing, he took my worries away.
I harrumphed and pressed my lips together. He’d put my jealousy to rest so easily. Maybe it was because I felt his sincerity. I saw the softness in his gaze when he looked at me. Itmade my stomach flutter. Lucian smiled and rubbed my bottom lip.
Then was also the fact that he was older than me. And hot. And . . . everything. Of course he’d done this. Plus, he’d hired a hooker, which was a fucking big-ass red flag waving in my face, yet all I could think about was how he held me.
A thick clog shoved its way into my throat. I didn’t like the thought of his past. Not even a little. It pissed me off and made me want to ask so many questions, but I wasn’t emotionally ready for the upheaval that would cause. Especially since this was so new. I really needed to chill out. I’d only met him today, and I was already obsessing. I peeked up at him through my eyelashes. Well, it was fucking hard not to.
“Don’t retreat from me,” he ordered.
I jumped at the sharp tone, pulling out of my head.
He squeezed his eyes shut, a tremble cording his muscles, and violence seeping into his tone. Conflict was something I knew well, something I’d become accustomed to. My instinctive reaction to his tone was to freeze. To wait for his next move.
“Promise me, Josephine,” he continued in the same tone. “If you have any concerns, you come to me. Never block me out.”
That was hard. Retreating was my default . . . But he was my mate.
“I promise.”
