Page 15 of Forsaken Desire
I groaned and rolled my head to the side to glare down at him.
“You come so prettily, Princess.” There was more awareness in his gaze now, and the primitive urges no longer controlled his actions.
His long, masculine fingers glided up my hips, caressing the skin. He pressed butterfly kisses to the top of my thigh. He returned to my core. Suddenly, he thrust his tongue inside me.
“Lucian,” I squeaked and tensed to get up. To stop his progression and get away. I wanted to take off running to ease the pounding of my heart. I’d been too busy ogling his massive frame. I only got a flash of his wide grin, and he repeated the thrust of his tongue. My face was burning, and it only spread down my chest. The embarrassment caught up to me, and I tried to close my legs.
Lucian forced my thighs apart, ignoring my resistance. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden exposure.
“Such a good, wet girl,” he murmured, and I became a lifeless noodle. This was intense and new. The orgasm he wrung from me had already fried my brain, and it didn’t seem like he was done. It took everything in me to keep my arm covering the ink. Even though my side was in the shadows, I didn’t want to risk him seeing it until I was ready to address it.
“Lucian,” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around this. That was my first cataclysmic orgasm, and now this sexy, older, god-like man bent between my legs to give me another. I couldn’t have conjured this from my fantasies. I wouldn’t have known how, that was how sexy he was. Thank Moon, I’d shaved down there. His dark hair fluttered and grazed against my thighs as he dipped his head. What was he—“Lucian!”
My shout turned into a choppy breath as his tongue lapped at my wet pussy. My channel flexed with every flick of his tongue. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to be filled more. His mouthpressed harder against my sex, and the pressure was perfect. Immediate toe curl. My spine jackknifed from the bed, and I whined.
My face was hot with embarrassment, but I couldn’t stop my whimpers and cries. I slapped my palm over my mouth, cutting off my scream. He paused his feast and lifted his head to gaze at me. The corner of his mouth curved up, and his white teeth flashed predatorily. I had no time to think before his head lowered again to lick me.
The smooth rasp of his tongue slid into my folds, dipping into the hidden depths with gentle possession. He rolled it to the top of my pussy, and I mewled.
He stilled at the sound, groaning against my core. My entire body tensed and it felt like liquid leaked from my pussy with how wet he made me simply from making a sound. At the following roll of his tongue, I shot into a spine-tingling release. My thighs twitched to close, but all they did was fasten at his ears as he continued rolling his tongue from my entrance to my clit.
The euphoric high lowered an inch, and I found my fingers curled into his hair and my mouth opened on a cry.
“Breathe, Princess.”
As I sucked in oxygen, obeying his instruction, my lungs expanded painfully as they filled. I had forgotten to breathe.
My mate was incredibly talented.
He lifted, and wetness glinted off his lips and mouth.
Lucian was a crime against humanity. How did he have me in knots like this?
“Good mate,” he praised and flexed his fingers into my thighs. “I need more from you. Remember to breathe.” His deep voice held an edge of a growl.
“W-wait,” I stuttered.
It felt like cotton coated my mouth.
My mate didn’t listen, and his tongue speared into my depths. I arched with a whimper, my fingers twining in his hair. My hips twitched, and I tried to shy away from his insistent tongue, but he didn’t allow me to.
Lucian thrust his tongue in and out of my sheath, the shallow pumps forcing my legs to widen and the intense pressure turned sharp and delicious. From one movement to the next, I was grinding my wet heat against his mouth.
My eyes wouldn’t leave the seductive sight of his face buried between my legs and the way his head moved from side to side with the luscious flicks of his tongue.
My moans turned to whimpers, and without warning, another wave of heat blazed from my core and shot through every vein. The bed dipped under my fingertips as I pressed them into the mattress, bunching the comforter near my ass. I pulled myself up, exerting effort. My muscles were incredibly weak, but I wanted to see him eat me.
I hissed between my teeth as he slightly lifted, but it was enough for me to see something come out of me and spray across his face. My head fell back as I continued to come in a long, dragging orgasm that took the sensation from my body.
Was I floating?
He must have taken me to another dimension.
Reason invaded as my pussy throbbed with aftershocks. No. No. How embarrassing. Had I peed on him?
“I-I am s-s sorry,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. I weakly propped myself up, and I could barely look him in his glinting eyes. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, and he growled.
I tensed again, loving the sound of the rumble. I feebly tried to back away.
