Page 26 of Forsaken Desire
He hummed against my lips and pulled away, rising onto his knees. I panted, watching him from under my eyelashes. Lucian worked his fingers into the tip of my shorts and slid them down my legs, unhooking them from my feet and tossing them. Thecoolness between my legs made it obvious how wet I was for him. The beam of moonlight fell across his face.He was so fucking fine. I pressed my lips into a thin line.And so mine.
Once the shorts were discarded, he lowered onto his hands until he hovered over my face. One of his palms slid under my shirt, and he slowly dragged it up. The graze of his skin raised goose bumps in its wake.
Between my legs had become hypersensitive, and I didn’t want him to stop touching me. He kissed me once and kept his eyes on mine as he lowered his mouth to my exposed breasts. Lucian took the hard bud of my nipple between his lips.
Gasping, I arched off the bed, shoving toward the warmth of his mouth. My stomach was alive with nerves, and I couldn’t stop panting.
Lucian flicked his tongue around the areola and sucked the tip into his mouth. When he lifted, my breast noisily popped out of his mouth, and he continued crawling up my body. I could only watch my mate in a trance.
His thigh pressed higher against my core, wrenching a gasp from my throat, and he hovered over my face.
The familiar build of tension tautened my body, and I touched his shoulders, smoothing my hands over the broadness and winding my arms around the back of his neck like he’d disappear if I stopped.
He tucked his face against my neck. I shivered, my fingers digging into his back.
“My precious mate,” he marveled, lips grazing against my throat. Just his words hiked my hips up. I wanted more, but his slacks were in the way.
After sliding my hand over his chest and scooting down, I undid the hook of his slacks and dipped into his pants to grab his thick shaft.
It throbbed in my hand.
He groaned, his hips thrusting and shoving his length into my palm.
The sensitivity between my legs became excruciating. I wanted to be claimed by my mate—my fate.
Garnering more courage, I slipped my fingers into his hair. He was my mate, my everything. Our mate bond hummed in my chest, the sensation heady and delicious.
“Lucian,” I whimpered. He groaned, and his palms settled on my waist. He lifted my hips, guiding me in a delicious grinding motion. My legs began to shake from the building intensity. “Lucian—I—This—” My moan cut me off, and I shot into an orgasm. I frantically moved against him, grinding down as I rode the wave. So much blissful pleasure. I leaned forward and pressed my teeth into his chest lightly, at first. My stifled primitive urges rushed forward. I sank my teeth deeper into his skin.Mine. Mate. He grunted, and I immediately slackened my jaw.
“Sorry,” I breathed, wincing. I couldn’t claim him until he knew who I was, so it was a good thing it wasn’t a Blood Moon tonight. The only time bonds could be completed. I refused to bind him to me until he knew everything, because he deserved to know who he was tying himself to. His hands flexed at my waist, and he slid up until he cupped the sides of my breasts. Heat flared up my chest, making its way to my cheeks.
“Claim me all you want, Princess,” he said, voice raspy. The insistent prod of his cock against my leg caused my pussy to clench. His hazel eyes settled on my bare breasts, and the irises dilated. A hum left his throat, the sound sexy, I couldn’t help grinding on his thigh again.
The feel of his mouth against my needy flesh rushed through my brain. He felt mind-blowingly good. Lucian slid down until his leg was no longer between my thighs. He fixed his eyes on my breasts.
Immediately, I lifted my hands to cover myself, but he pressed my hands to my side.
“Don’t hide yourself from me, Princess,” he murmured. My chest pumped with my ragged breaths. He slowly lowered and placed his lips to the tip of my hard nipple. “They’re such a pretty brown color.” He kissed my other nipple, and my body jolted like I’d been electrocuted. The zing traveled to my pussy, and my hips lifted toward his weight on me.
“Lucian, please . . .” I trailed off. I knew what sex was, but the words stuck in my throat. But I didn’t need to say any more. He jerked as if he had been struck, and a growl spilled from his mouth. My channel fluttered at the sound, needing to be filled.
“Is my mate needy?” he murmured. My lips parted. His husky words were like a caress. His nose rubbed against the skin between my breasts, and he dragged it down until he was at my belly button. Then he stilled.
What was he looking at?
His fingertips rubbed against the thin tattoo across my rib cage. I gasped and tried to shoot up to find something to cover it with. I hadn’t meant to show him.
“I’m not a weirdo, I swear,” I choked out. “I got it a long time ago, while I was still—” I clamped my lips tight. I almost outed myself. My heart was beating so hard that it was a surprise I hadn’t passed out. Lucian didn’t move, still caressing my tattoo. I swallowed hard, trying not to writhe under his touch.
“Years ago?” he growled.
“Y-yes,” I whispered. Another rumble built in his chest, and this time there was a violent edge to it. He lunged to hover over me. I startled, but I didn’t have time to brace myself because his lips were on mine, licking and tonguing me. He kissed me with such fervor that I couldn’t help but grind up to try and feel his abdomen against my bare sex. I was so slick. I whimpered and writhed.
His hand cupped the tattoo, and he pulled back the slightest bit to growl, “Mine.”
In a swift move, he rolled me onto my belly and yanked my hips up until my ass was in the air.
I gasped from the suddenness. He tossed me around like I weighed nothing. My cheek smushed into the pillow. He pressed his hot mouth on my sex, but his hands remained on my hips. His tongue speared through my entrance, and he hummed.
