Page 72 of Forsaken Desire
“I’m not done with you.”
He tugged me higher, curling his arms under me while he stood. Liquid dripped down my body, and I threw my arms around his neck to steady myself. He easily curled me in his arms.
“You’ll get the floor all wet,” I admonished. He reached over my head toward the shelf to the side of the tub and pulled. He plopped one of the towels on my belly and another on the outside of the tub.
With care, he wrapped it around my torso and stepped out, getting to his bed quickly. We dropped onto the bed together, his weight landing on me.
He buried his nose in my neck and nuzzled. I couldn’t help but laugh, writhing at the ticklish sensation. Once he kissed his claiming mark on my neck, that had settled into my skin like the faint blush of a birthmark, he slid down my body, hovering over my chest.
He kissed the tattoo spelling out his name. I shivered, running my fingers into his hair.
My fingers slipped out of the strands as he traveled lower. He spread my legs, peering down at my sex.
“Your pussy needs a rest,” he rumbled, touching my entrance. Even that had me going. My channel flexed like he was inside me.
He rubbed my thigh and slid to my hip. With a smooth nudge, he rolled me onto my belly.
I flopped with my cheek against the mattress. My hands fell at my sides, and I spread my fingers.
His steps retreated.
Without moving, I waited with bated breath.
Footsteps nearing told me he had returned. Then it was his touch against my ass. He grazed my skin, massaging with both hands, rubbing his thumb into the stiff muscles of my lower back.
I moaned, becoming limp.
Once I felt like a noodle, a wrapper sounded, and then a loud pop. He spread cold lube along the cleft of my ass, slowly working his finger against the puckered entrance.
“I’ll make every part of you mine.”
He pushed his finger into my ass with ease. He retreated it with a hum, before pushing two fingers in. He slid them in and out several times, making me pant, before they disappeared. The bed jostled, and his warm shaft slapped against the cleft.
Slick gathered between my legs. Even though I was raw from him fucking me and claiming me, it didn’t stop my need. The press of his tip against my second entrance caused me to tense.
“Shh, darling, relax.” One of his hands gently rubbed my lower spine where my ass began. He pushed inside, and his massaging hand kept me nice and relaxed.
This oddly full feeling was kind of nice. He pumped and glided into my ass, stopping shy of his knot pushing inside me. I cried out at the foreign intrusion.
His hand settling on the mattress jostled me. Our rough panting mingled.
Lucian withdrew, the pressure stealing my breath. His next thrust jolted me forward. Now that I’d relaxed, there was something so sinful and delicious about my mate fucking my ass.
Another pump had me crying out, slick dripping from my sex.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled. With my hands pushing into the mattress, I started to push my ass backward, taking him harder. Each time, he managed to stop before his knot entered.
A whine slipped from my mouth, and he groaned into my ear. All that served in doing was turning me on more. I pushed back harder, and his knot pushed against the tight entrance.
I gasped, feeling it shove inside the slightest bit. As soon as the stretch began to feel too intense, he pulled back.
“I won’t knot your ass until you’ve gotten used to me.” His whispered words were pure decadence. I wiggled under him.
“Claim me,” I whined, wanting him to move. He chuckled and finally gave in, pumping with quick, shallow jerks. I bunched the bedsheet, crying out and pushing back greedily.
“Lucian,” I whined. He grabbed my hair, pulling it back with a gentle tug. Shivers erupted down my spine. His palm settled on my breast, squeezing.
My release forced me under, stealing my breath. I cried out, the orgasm seeming to come from a different place. His cock remained inside my ass, but I couldn’t stop moving.
