“Lucian.”
The flat of his tongue presses down on my clit once before slipping inside my core. Hands cuff my wrists in place, so as my legs come down to rest over his shoulder, I’m trapped at his mercy. My head thumps against the pillow as I let out a low, contented cry.
He slides his tongue back to my clit again. He laps slowly, flicking and sliding, and then faster, until my insides wind tightly. A few more licks, it’ll unwind and…
His tongue slides back inside me. The change of pressure and intensity retightens the rope, forcing me to begin all over again. Legs locked around his neck, I force him into place, using themomentum to chase the orgasm. My strength is easily overtaken by his when he returns to my clit.
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
He chuckles and licks faster. As much as I attempt to hold it in, to not let him bring me to the edgeagainonly to tease me, the rope is too loose. Too far gone. Another flick of his tongue unravels the rope and drops it off the cliff. Wave after wave consumes me as I come, screaming his name.
When finished, Lucian crawls up my body to slant his mouth over mine, all tongues and teeth and needy whimpers while disregarding the fact that my lungs can barely keep up.
“You taste like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
He massages my arms and down my sides, slips between my thighs again, and rubs my legs with a low noise. Two fingers swipe over my pussy, and then he pushes them inside until I whimper, arching into him. He pulls them out and does it again, until I’m practically rolling on top of him to reach what my body pleads for.
“You have to stop teasing me.”
“Never.”
He finishes the movement, though, by pulling me overtop him, situating me up on his chest so my legs are spread wide, lewdly to his viewing. From below, he sinks two fingers inside me, twisting and curling until my thighs shake.
“Beautiful,” he croons. “So much better. Play with your breasts for me.”
So far gone, I don’t have time to feel embarrassed by his command. My hands alternate between squeezing my breasts and plucking my nipples while the room fills with the symphony of my moans, his growls, and the increasingly wet noises from between my legs.
I’m not in control anymore—though was I ever? My hips rock without control until my next orgasm hits. His fingers poundinto me almost painfully, dragging it out for as long as my weak human body can manage. After my insides go through every level of tenseness possible, I slump forward.
“Catch your breath because I’m far from done with you.”
“Two wasn’t enough?”
Hunger consumes his expression as he cups my thighs and drags me over his face. “Not even fucking close.”
CHAPTER 12
Lucian
Sawyer’s kneelingabove my mouth—my fingers and tongue driving her to a third orgasm—when she delivers my next holiday treat in the form of a breathy little demand only my enhanced hearing picks up.
“Bite me.”
I slide her down my face until I’m able to see her own. “Repeat that.”
“Bite me.” The glaze lifts from her eyes, bringing me back the sky-shaded eyes that drew me in the first time. They’re as clear as her repeated plea. “I want you to.”
And so, this shall be the first of many, I mentally promise as I roll us over.
Letting her remain on top so she can fight her way off me would be the kinder thing to do, but the longing I’ve had since first getting her in my bed—to pin her down and drink—rears its head until I’m repositioning her beneath me.
She’ll have less control like this, but I’ll still be able to gain some trust with her, with the right set of actions. Taking her hand in my own, I rest it on the bed beside us. “If you need me to stop, if it hurts too much, slap the bed.”
Stopping will require two hundred years of control, but for her, I will.
“I won’t harm you,” I remind her, and her tentative smile shifts into a strange gentleness that jabs unknown feelings into my heart.
“I trust you.”
