Page 53 of Forsaken Desire
I know.
I couldn’t speak, so I kissed the tip of her nose.
“I don’t know if the name on my ribs means anything or if it was just fate. I don’t know if I used to belong to a pack. I know nothing of who I was.”
You do.
My heart squeezed, the muscle pulsating with pain. I’d left her alone to suffer.
I kissed her forehead.
“You never have to worry about anything.” A growl coated my voice, hiding the pain.
I fucking hated myself.
“There’s nothing to worry about.No onewill harm you.” I’d kill them as easily as that mutt that had touched her.
She stifled another yawn. With my body, I encroached on her space until she had no choice but to lie on her back. She stretched her arms outward, and the move elicited a small shiver.
“I don’t think I can shut my mind off enough to sleep,” she huffed.
I could help with that. With my index finger, I slid the hem of her dress up, slowly exposing her smooth, brown thighs. Her torn panties remained in my pocket, along with her phone, so she was fully exposed to me as soon as the dress pooled around her waist. The shaved tuft formed a strip.
“Lucian,” she breathed. My cock stiffened, ready to fuck her again. But I wanted to bring her pleasure and worship her body. I squeezed her knees, spreading them and leaving her exposed. Her slick pussy on display for me.
I leaned down and ran my nose up her slit and rubbed against the bud at the top. Her scent was delightful. Underneath the earthy smell were hits of vanilla—the smell that was purelymyfemale.
A shiver crested down my spine, and I slid my hands onto the blanket, bunching it. I speared my tongue into her sweet heat, taking all the slick I could collect.
I could eat her out for hours.
With my tongue, I thrust inside her, pumping into her channel. Her inner walls gripped at me, her hips writhing toward my face, begging for more. So I gave it.
I didn’t hold her down. This was the passion I wanted and craved. Her little moans and cries were music to my ears.
I squeezed the sheets so hard, my knuckles popped. My cock was stiff to the point of pain, and I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding against the bed as I ate her out.
She suddenly sucked in a breath, her body stiffening, her back arching. I slowed the quick pumps, wanting to feel the grip of her channel on my tongue. Josephine stiffened, her lips parting on a scream.
Her channel clamped on my tongue. I moaned, lapping every bit of her slick coating my lips. Her body writhed, hips shoving against my mouth. Another gush of her liquid coated my tongue. She was so deliciously wet.
My beautiful mate fell apart so perfectly for me.
“Lucian,” she whimpered. It was all I needed. My cock pulsated and jets of cum warmed the front of my pants. Bliss fueled my body, and I didn’t stop my frantic grinding against the bed, licking and tonguing her sultry flesh.So fucking good.
Her body suddenly went limp, and she panted, her chest rising and falling harshly. The dress she wore parted at her breasts, holding them from spilling free.
Fuck. She was a morsel.
I crawled a bit higher on the edge of the bed until my cheek rested on her belly. Her hand slipped into my hair, and she played with it.
Unbelievable warmth spread through my veins. I nuzzled my mate.
Reserved, sweet, and all mine. She hadn’t tried to run from me when instinct forced my dominance on her.
She’d accepted and taken that part of me.
And yet . . .
