Page 116 of Wicked Salvation
He growls in response, and the sound vibrates through my clit like electricity in my blood. My whole body clenches, nerves singing, drenched in heat and need. “There are no gods here, Edie. Onlyme.”
He suckles me.
Tongue circling, lips dragging, pressure building.
I can’t hold back. My thighs tighten around his head, a desperate, instinctive plea to keep going. I feel myself spiraling—too much, too soon, too intense—and I don’t want to stop it.
“I’m—I’m going to?—”
“Do it,” he rasps, breath hot against my wetness. “I give you permission.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit once more, then presses it flat and sucks.
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me like lightning through water. My whole body bows off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream, my pussy pulsing around nothing and everything. Stars bloom behind my eyelids. My skin feels lit from within, water splashing out of me like a faucet.
And Luciankeepsgoing.
Lapping through my climax, drinking every drop of me like it’s his reward.
By the time he finally lifts his head, his mouth is slick with me, and with glistening lips he says, “You came like you were made for me.” He licks his lips. “And you know what? Maybe you were. I don’t believe in a god, but you do make me question it.”
Lucian smiles like he didn’t just wreck my whole world. He’s making jokes and I can barely move from the pleasure. He rises from between my legs, towering above me. His cock—I swear, I don’t know how that thing fits inside me—is hard between us, dripping with precum.
My breath catches.
He watches me with feral devotion, hands braced on either side of my spread thighs. “Do you want more?” he asks.
I nod, throat dry. “Yes.”
“More what?”
“Of you,” I whisper. “All of you.”
His gaze burns. “Say it again.”
“I want you to fuck me, Lucian.”
That tears the last thread of restraint.
He grabs me by the hips and pulls me forward until I’m on the edge of the bed, his thick cock dragging through my slick folds. And then—he thrusts. One brutal, claiming push.
I scream.
Electricity skitters over my skin—and I feel it in my bones, feel it in my cunt as he fucks into me, slow and deep, stretching me around his cock with a satisfying burn. Each thrust slams into something deep inside me .
“Fuck, Edie. You’re so tight,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “So fucking wet.”
Tension coils in the air, thick and hot. I feel it gathering in my spine, pooling in my core, an orgasm building faster than I can process it. There’s no slow build-up, just everything slamming into me all at once.
He leans forward, one hand sliding to my throat. “You take me so well. You’re mine,” he says, voice soft and cruel and beautiful. His thrusts grow harder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I pant. “Lucian, I’m yours.”
My cunt clenches hard around him, and he groans. He slams into me harder, faster, rutting like a beast, his eyes locked on mine.“I’m going to come inside you,” he snarls. “I’m going to fill you until you drip with me. Until your body remembers.”
My orgasm hits like a tidal wave, slamming through me, locking my muscles around his cock as he drives in one final time, and comes.
