Page 71 of Forsaken Desire
“Don’t leave me,” she cried. My heart shattered, the muscle turning to dust.
“Josephine.” I couldn’t take the tears dripping from the corner of her eyes. “Josephine,” I said louder.
She didn’t rouse. Her arm lay limp over my lap, and it suddenly stiffened, clasping me like I would disappear. “Don’t leave.”
Each letter of her broken whisper was a shard to my organs.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
“I’m here, Josephine. I’ll never leave you.” Emotion coated my words.
All I could do was rub her skin. Eventually, her tension melted away.
Selfishly, I couldn’t tell her what had happened even if I discovered the truth. My part in it was too grave. I was the male who was supposed to be there for her in every way, and I had failed.
I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and tried to breathe through the agony writhing in my chest. My mate was hurting, and I had caused it.
I continued to foster it by not telling her that I knew her before. But regarding her accident, I wasn’t lying; I’d do my best to find the answers, and if she was at fault, I would have the documentation doctored. Hurt would never touch her again. I’d ensure it. And that meant her never discovering my rejection, because if she did, she’d never look at me the same.
If my precious mate no longer wanted me, I wouldn’t survive. I would burn the world down to keep her with me.
27
Ilay against Lucian in his large bathtub, reveling in the warmth. He’d eventually calmed me down from my verging panic when I’d woken with gentle touches and convinced me to take a bath with him.
Water splashed over my chest, trickling down my breasts. Lucian swiped his thumb against my hard nipple.
The touch sent tingles to my clit. I lifted my hips like he was touching me between the legs. I couldn’t help but react to him.
His hand spanned against my rib cage and slid down, but his hand traveled lower and lower. He grazed the neat strip of hair between my legs. A shiver crested up my spine, and I exhaled harshly.
His fingers massaged my pubic area and slowly inched lower.
“Breathe, Princess,” he ordered huskily. I did as he said, relaxing against him. His skillful fingers caressed the entrance of my sex, rubbing and touching without going in.
Lucian pressed his lips against my ear and growled. The sound sent shivers down my body, making my core contract.
I gasped, trying not to wriggle and send the water over the lip of the tub. His other hand slid back up to my breast, cuppingthe weight and gently squeezing. While he kept up the soothing squeezes, one of his digits slipped inside me.
My lips parted on an inhale.
He chuckled, and my channel clasped his finger.
“Greedy little mate.”
He thrust his finger inside again and worked a second in beside it, increasing the pressure. There was too much feeling, and I couldn’t stop writhing. He rubbed against the walls of my channel, making my legs twitch like crazy. Every inch of my body was beginning to stiffen.
Then he curled his finger, touching something deep and intense. I came with a cry, at the mercy of his gentle pumping.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, riding the wave of delicious relief.
The swell crested, easing the tension in my limbs. Whimpering, I grabbed his forearm, loving how his arm flexed as he pumped his finger inside me.
I settled in the cage of his arms.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Lucian groaned into my hair.
