Page 20 of Wicked Salvation
I go to take them off but he pins my arms above my head with one his hands. A simple motion—he’s so strong. The black hair flopping over his face, his hungry green eyes, the wolfish grin. I feel like I’m floating away to a heaven where only Lucian and I exist. Where all that matters is the fact that I feel happy, alive and completely free.
With his other hand, he tucks a finger into the waistband of my panties. They bunch up at my ankles, then they’re gone. Lucian lets go of my hands to spread my legs, opening me up before him. He grabs my hips, pulling me toward him. For a moment, I’m lost about what he’s about to do until?—
Histongueleaves a hot line along my inner thigh, then another.
My whole body trembles as I try to arch myself so that he puts his mouth where I actually want it. I’m certain my arousal is visible, dripping. I’m aching.
“Oh, Edie. You greedy girl.”
When he finally dips his tongue into my slick heat, the groan that slips out of me echoes in the room. I root my fingers in his hair, moving my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. He pulls me closer and closer with each stroke, until the entire lower half of my body is held up by his strong arms, his head buried between my legs.
I can’t touch his hair anymore.
So I grip the sheets as I feel the storm building in my abdomen threatening to break at any moment. His tongue iswarm, his saliva mixing with the wetness of my arousal. Heslurps, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I see stars. My whole body starts to seize, trembling uncontrollably, my fingertips numb, static electricity exploding through my veins.
“Oh my God!” is all I can manage as the world starts to spin.
“My name is Lucian,” he growls, his voice vibrating against my hot flesh. “Why are you thanking God for an orgasm I gave you?”
An orgasm.
That’s what that was?
I’m at a loss for words.
Is this what sex is supposed to feel like?
I don’t know how long I lay there, basically catatonic, but it’s enough to draw Lucian’s attention. He stops, lowering me back to the bed, with a shadowy, sinewy arm on either side of me. He watches me curiously.
“Are you alright?” There’s genuine concern in his voice.
I nod fervently before I find my voice. “Yes I…I just think I’ve never had an orgasm before. It’s so…” I swallow, my mouth dry. “It’s amazing.”
A dark chuckle fills the room.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” Lucian’s voice is laced with humor. “Never?”
My cheeks start to heat up. “Stop laughing at me.”
He collapses on top of me, wrapping his arms around me before rolling over so I’m laying on top of him. Lucian puts a hand behind his head, the other tracing a line down my spine.
“I’m not laughing at you, Edie.” He’s wearing a huge grin. “Okay, maybe just a little bit.”
I huff, trying to move, but his grip suddenly turns strong, crushing me to his chest.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Who says?”
“The person who gave you your first orgasm.”
“I have a feeling you’re never going to let me live this down.”
He kisses me, my lips still tingling from the fireworks that stunned me earlier. Then he closes his eyes, a smirk still on his lips. “You’re something else, Edie.”
I lay there on top of him, watching him.
