Page 49 of Forsaken Desire
The pull of the fabric, his frantic movements, his pants, all served to flame my lust.
He returned his hands to my hips and smoothly lifted me up the column, only to drop me onto his cock. The invasion stole my breath, as did the slap of our skin meeting. The dig of his fingers into my flesh pinched deliciously. I gasped, raising my chin, and he didn’t hesitate for a moment, kissing me with a fervor that curled my toes.
He groaned, grinding his knot deep, keeping himself sheathed. A heel slipped off my foot and clattered on the floor. With the same foot, I pressed my ankle against his ass, using the perch to arch my hips more. I wanted him stuck to me—always.
He lifted his mouth, placing kisses against the line of my throat and nuzzling against my skin. Shivers erupted along my spine.
Lucian pulled back a bit and thrust with short pumps. Cries spilled from my lips. I didn’t care if anyone heard. This felt too good.
A sharp pain assaulted my throat, but the wave of my orgasm overtook me so hard that it only turned to pleasure. I screamed, my voice echoing off the cavernous hall.
The skin of my neck gave way to his blunt teeth.
I squeezed my eyelids shut. Fuck, he felt so good. Another orgasm crashed into me. My channel throbbed around his cock, clasping him hard.
“Lucian,” I moaned.
He snarled against my throat, his pace ramping up. The slap of our flesh meeting echoed down the hall, mingling with my cries.
I clawed at his suit, yanking and pulling like it would somehow ground me. He continued fucking me. Raw, needy, and desperate. All I could do was take it.
The aftershocks of my orgasm sent tremors to my toes. He ground his knot against my clit.
I didn’t think I could take any more.
Mewls spilled from my mouth.
His pumping slowed, and I thought he was about to come, but then he slid his hands up to my waist, jerking me off his cock. The wet pop mingled with my cry. Lucian’s lips were still curled with anger. He turned me, and I caught myself on the column, my fingers curling to press my fingertips into the granite. With one hand banded around my waist, he hoisted me up, forcing me to press my palms against the column surface. He rammed his cock deep into my core.
I shouted, the blaze of electricity assaulting my limbs.
“Don’teverrepeat that,” he hissed. My mind reeled. All of that was too intense; it scrambled every thought. “You belong with me,” he snarled into my hair. I whimpered, my hips pushing back to shove against his cock. He ground his swelled shaft against my ass while his fingers curled under my dress, tugging it up with the glide of his hand. Goose bumps rose under his touch.
His teeth sank into my shoulder, in the same spot.
I screamed, the orgasm washing over my limbs with such intensity that my legs trembled. He kept a stiff hold on me, pumping his knot into me. Each graze slid against my clit. I couldn’t hold still because of the sensitivity.
Everything felt like too much. My arms shook from holding me up.
He shoved his finger against the bud of my ass, ripping another scream from my throat; prepping me for when he would take me there, too.
“Lucian,” I whimpered.
His harsh pumps slowed, the frantic movements calming.
“Relax, darling,” he murmured, voice thick. “Take your mate.” He rubbed his finger against my ass with more pressure, adding sensation to everything that was already tight and aching.
I whined, arching and grinding back, wanting his knot to swell.
“Lucian,” I chanted like a mantra.
He groaned, his hips pumping and thighs slapping against mine. The passionate sounds of fucking only made me wetter. Need dripped down my thighs, the wetness cool against my skin. His precum and my slick mingling.
He swiped his tongue across the bite mark. The sting wasn’t as bad anymore, and I was sure that had to do with the bliss playing along my nerve endings.
He slowed, giving a final grind against my sex. He withdrew his cock from my sheath, and my slick and his precum dripped down my thighs. I groaned.
“What about you?” I breathed.
