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Maybe there is more too? I just haven’t realized it yet.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispers.
My chest tightens, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I missed him too, but I’m not there yet. He can have my body, but there’s no way in hell I’m giving him anything more so quickly.
So instead, I say, “Shut up and fuck me.”
His gaze darkens further, and he grinds into me, his dick pulsing and stretching me. His hand goes to my hip to hold me in place while he slides out and slams back in.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my nails aching from grabbing the sheets so hard.
“I love hearing you,” he says as he slowly pulls out and slams back in again. “And the best part is there’s no one to be quiet for.”
Lucian sits up on his knees, grabs my thighs and pounds into me like his life depends on it. Each thrust, I’m met with a bite of pain that fades into the best pleasure I’ve ever had. My dick bounces against my stomach, each contact of skin bringing me closer to orgasm. I’m so on edge, if he breathed hard enough near my dick, I’d erupt. But that’s exactly what he wants. He enjoys seeing me lose control just as much as he likes giving it to me.
What I have with him is something I didn’t think could exist. It’s a safe space that fills me in ways nothing else can. If only it could be like this forever…
“Fuck, Lucian,” I growl, thrusting against him, needing him deeper. “I’m so close.”
“Not yet,” he snaps. “We come together today.”
I clench my jaw, breathing heavily out of my nose as I fight off the orgasm. His words make it all that much harder. Him dictating how we come always was hot. It wasn’t always easy to obey, but I tried like hell. Just like I will today.
“Almost, baby,” he says. “I’m close too.”
I grab my dick at the base, squeezing to hold off the orgasm.
“Lucian, I can’t—”
“Not yet,” he snaps, his nails digging into my thighs as he slams into me faster. Each swipe of his dick over my prostate has me shaking more. Sweat beads on my forehead, my heart pounds, and my head is light.
“Lucian, please!” I whine, my hand shaking.
He shifts positions, turning me on my side a little so one leg is at his hip while the other is up at his shoulder. He manages to go deeper this way, and there’s no stopping it.
“I’m coming. Fuck, I’m c-coming,” I choke out just as my dick starts to throb.
He roars his release at the same time my cum coats my stomach. It’s never-ending, the ripples of the orgasm coursing through me for what feels like hours.
When I open my eyes, I find him staring down at me, panting. Sweat drips down his chest and his temples. His hands are still on my thighs and his dick still inside me. We stare at each other for a long moment, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. Is he suddenly feeling like this is a mistake? Is he waiting for me to say it was one? Is he waiting for me to run? That seems likely. It’s what I’ve done recently, but this time is different.
Lucian leans down, brushes the damp hair away from my sweaty forehead to press his against mine. His hand moves to my cheek, thumb brushing over my bottom lip ever so gently. It’s a touch that shouldn’t mean so much, but fuck… it’s perfect.
“I love you, Kolton. Please let me show you how sorry I am,” he whispers.
A small part of me tells me it’s time to go. I should tell him to fuck himself, then go home where it’s safe. But a bigger part of me wants more. I want him. Not only to make up for what he did, I just… want him.
“Okay,” I breathe out.
That one word changes something in me. It’s like I’ve had it locked inside me this whole time, and now I’m letting it out. I’ve given him permission, and now I’m free. I’m lighter.
What I really am is done fighting. I want Lucian, and it’s about damn time I let myself have him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Lucian
There’s never been a word better than the one Kolton just spoke.
