Page 73 of Forsaken Desire
Finally, my senses returned, and I raggedly panted. Lucian’s pumping hips stalled, and he moaned my name.
Fuck, that was hot.
Warm jets filled my ass, and his cock popped out, spraying his cum over my lower back.
His shaft ground against my butt, and he panted in my ear, his grip on my hair loosening. The whole of his weight fell on top of me. As heavy as it was, it was comforting. I wouldn’t be able to stay like this long with my breathing restricted, but I liked it.
Lucian rolled to his side, taking me with him. He continued gently pumping his cum-covered cock against the cleft of my ass.
I nestled into the bed, riveted by the sound of his breathing.
“Sorry, I messed things up for you,” I yawned. “That you didn’t get the land.”
Lucian clasped me tight to him.
“You saved me,” he whispered, his low voice rumbling. I shivered, placing my hands over his while he gently pumped inside me again.
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Iyawned, stretching my arms out and my legs out like a starfish. How long had we slept for?
“Lucian?” I mumbled. He wasn’t in bed. With a final stretch of my limbs, I pushed up onto my ass, enjoying the twinge I felt as I settled onto it. The silky sheet pooled at my waist, exposing my breasts.
I was still raw and aching from my claiming, but the soreness from my neck had significantly tapered. A black T-shirt was on the edge of the bed, with a piece of paper folded in half on top of it.
I plucked it, immediately opening it.
I’ll be home soon, Princess. I left your breakfast downstairs. Eat.
Lucian
My heart jumped, and I grinned, laying back on the bed. He was so cute. I squeezed my eyes tight, kicking my feet.
Get it together, Joey.
I exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the flutters in my stomach. Once I was upright, I pulled the shirt on and grabbed my phone resting under it.
Lucian was liable to make my heart stop if he kept being so amazing. I slid off the bed and put on my slippers. I couldn’t help the slight skip to my step as I descended the stairs.
I trailed my fingers over the banister until the bulbous end and shuffled down the hall that spat me out in the foyer, then took the other path leading to the kitchen.
With every step, I swung my arms to stretch my muscles. Where had he gone?
A clear cloche covered a large plate with fruit and pancakes, a small pot of syrup beside it. I lifted the handle, uncovering it, and it released steam. He’d even covered the orange juice with a small saucer. I plopped on the chair, grinning at the spread.
The juice was the first to go. I chugged it down, the slightly sour taste coating my tongue. I wrinkled my nose a bit and swallowed again to push the taste down. It was almost like one of the oranges hadn’t been ready. It was still good though; it was definitely freshly squeezed. I’d had enough artificial drinks to know the difference.
With my fork in hand, I got to eating my fruit. Then scarfed down the sausage, leaving the pancakes for last. I’d missed eating like this . . .
I frowned—another thought from my memories.
A pulse in my temple started up.
I was getting a migraine.
An echoing bang came from close by. Excitement filled my stomach, and I stood.
“Lucian?” I called. There was no answer. The silence felt off.
