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The rest is up to him.
Lucian drops to his knees between my legs.
Not like before, a man at the altar, ready to worship, but like he's about to ruin me, make me confess my sins.
“I haven’t tasted you in too long,” he murmurs, as he spreads my thighs. His hands are warm and reverent, but his eyes—they're full of hunger and laced with an anger I know I’ve put there.
“Lucian,” I whisper, wanting to explain everything, but already breathless from the heat of his breath against me.
“Shh.” His hands grip my hips, holding me steady. “Later. I need to taste you.”
Then his mouth is on me.
One long lick has my head falling back. Another, and I’m gripping the counter so hard my knuckles go white. A third, and every thought of confession is erased from my mind.
He eats me like I’m his last meal. Slow. Deep. Obsessive.
His tongue teases, flicks, presses—drawing sounds from me I didn’t know I could make. My thighs tremble, his name spills from my lips again and again, and my hands are back in his hair, clinging as if I think I can hold onto him and make everything work out between us.
Instead, I’m falling apart with his mouth against me, never stopping, and he doesn’t end it even when I’m coming undone, legs locking around his shoulders, worried I’m choking him as I try to pull him closer, even as my body loses all control.
I want to push him away because the feeling is so intense as he drags me over that cliff with his hot, lashing tongue?—
“Oh my god! Lucian! Lucian!”
I collapse, the back of my head hitting the cabinet door, my chest heaving as I try to breathe, and my vision blurs. I throw an arm over my eyes in a failed attempt to regain control of my body.
He stands, pulling my arm from my face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his other hand. “Look at me, Erin.”
I meet his eyes. Dark. Wild. Possessive. “Hey.”
“Hey.” He leans in, kissing me breathless. He pulls back, cupping my cheek with a rough hand. “You’ll never forget how I make you feel.” His hand drops to his waist, and I glance down, watching him unbuckle his belt with his perfect fingers as he talks. “No matter how you avoid me. Not even if you try and run.”
Then he’s inside me again, and I’m lost all over.
And the moment to confess my sins is gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucian
Afterward, I brush her hair away from her face so I can kiss her temple. “You okay?”
She nods, but her eyes refuse to meet mine.
Something’s wrong. I can feel it in her stillness, in the silence that lingers too long between us.
“Erin.” I cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “Tell me what’s going on.”
Her lips part as if she wants to answer, but nothing comes out. She merely lets out a broken sigh and then gives me another soft, slow kiss, like she’s about to disappear again. “I’m going to get dressed.”
I miss her while she’s gone. Silly, she’s only in the bathroom putting on clothes. When she comes back to me dressed in comfortable clothes, I need to close the space between us.
“You hungry?” I ask, low and quiet.
“Now that you mention it—yes.” She smiles.
I cook for us. Something I think she’ll like. A simple salad with chicken. She helps me clean up. After I dry the last dish, I stand there, towel over my shoulder, arms across my chest, and stare.
