Page 43 of Forsaken Desire
A dress? I barely contained my pursed expression. Dresses meant heels, and heels meant discomfort, and then ending up walking like a chicken . . . how did I knowthat?
I frowned so hard my eyebrows furrowed.
I must have worn them in the past. My memories, they were coming back? I grinned up at him.
“Let’s go,” I chirped, hopped in the car, and buckled my seat belt. I raised an eyebrow at him, still hovering outside the door. The corners of his lips twitched, and he leaned his large, oversized body into the car, enveloping me in sweet vanilla.
Just as quickly, he was out of the car, closing the door. I wiggled in the seat as his lean, muscled body strode across the front of the car. My mate was so damn hot.
I was lucky to have found him.
The view wasmiraculous from the highest floor of The W Hotel and Resort. The faint light coming from the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed caused the slightest glare, making me squint.
It was suddenly extinguished, allowing me to see the night sky with the bright moon hanging effortlessly.
It looked like I was on top of the city.
A shiver crested down my spine. The moon was a beauty, its draw tickling through my veins.Shifters are children of the moon.
Another memory. That wasn’t something Tate had taught me.
“Are you okay, darling?” Lucian pressed his front against my back, his hands skimming down my bare sides. I figured he’d stepped out of the bathroom based on the light turning off, but I hadn’t been able to pull my attention from the miraculous view. A view I couldn’t have imagined before now.
As someone who lived their current life having only seen the pale, bland walls of prison, this was magnificent, no, otherworldly. From up here, the golden lights illuminating a beautiful courtyard looked like a children’s toy. The artfully arranged flowers spread around the circular roof of the pavilion flowed around it, too far for me to make out more than white blooms.
Lucian nipped the shell of my ear, wrenching me out of my thoughts. I leaned back into his embrace.
He hadn’t put a shirt on, so my bare skin pressed against his bare chest. I craned my neck to look up at the smooth line of his jaw leading to his aristocratic features.
His gaze was fixed on the swell of my breasts being pushed up by the new bra. Just as he’d said, when we arrived at the suite, both our clothes had been waiting for us. Every article I could think of. Not only that, but a bag with all sorts of shit I had no idea how to navigate. From facial creams to various foundations. I did my best with the knowledge I had and applied the mascara and dabbed foundation on . . . but the rest would require more time on my end, more education.
I couldn’t deny the small thrill of the thought. All this was so new, but he was at my side; I would be okay.
The hyperfocus of his gaze sent shivers down my spine. He lookedhungry.
I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, not fighting the wave of desire.
“We’re going to be late?” I whispered.
“I don’t care if we are.” His husky words forced me to clench my thighs together. Otherwise, I would have pressed my palms to the pulsating spot between them to soothe the need.
His fingers grazed the top of my breasts, leaving behind raised flesh. I exhaled harshly, causing my hair to flutter. After bathing, I’d used a diffuser on it and it pulled out the natural waves of my hair. He dipped his hand into the cup of the bra, lifting the weight in his palm.
“Lucian?” He ignored the question in my voice and pulled my breast out.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I was riveted by the pale of his skin against my darker skin tone. His thumb swiped across my pebbled nipple.
I gasped, arching my spine, grinding against the hardness pressing against me. His other hand lifted from my hip and slid into the other cup, pulling my breast up similarly. With both hands, he squeezed gently.
Unable to contain my whimper, I wiggled my hips back against him.
“Lucian . . . "
“Yes, Princess.” His husky voice pulsed another wave of desire between my legs. He was so damn hot it felt sinful. “What does my mate need?”
I wet my lower lip, mustering up the courage to spit out what I wanted.
“You,” I whispered, my eyes drooping to the skyline.
