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“What? What do you want to do, Lucian?” His real name slipped, or maybe it was on purpose; regardless, it had a powerful effect on him.
Jerking me closer, he stared me in the eye and ground out, “I want to fuck the sass right out of you.”
Without thought, I boldly said, “Do it.”
His eyes widened in surprise.
“I dare you,” I angrily whispered.
It was explosive. Like the powerful slam of thunder. We broke.
Hands desperate and clutching, we ripped each other’s clothes off. “Holy fucking shit,” he said when he saw my pierced nipples. Then he pounced, and I reciprocated.
His mouth was on my neck—kissing, biting, licking. Mine devoured every inch of him I could reach. Teeth scraped skin. Lips sucked on tender flesh. His thick fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me to the desktop, then quickly circled my clit before dipping lower. He groaned into my shoulder when he encountered my dripping slit that squeezed the two fingers he pressed inside.
“Yes,” I moaned as I tangled my hands in the hair I’d been dying to touch, holding his talented lips to my breast. As he sucked on my sensitive nipple, pulling the piercing into his hot mouth, I ground my pussy against the heel of his hand with each curling stroke he made inside me. He gave a satisfied grunt as he suckled, and I chased the orgasm barreling down on me.
“Oh, fuck. Lucian, please. Don’t stop!” I begged as I was on the precipice. He continued to work those magic fingers, and I shamelessly used him. When I fell over, I moaned his name like it was the only prayer I knew. His deft hand continued to draw out the life-altering ecstasy as I sucked in ragged breaths.
When the last spasm fluttered, he withdrew, boldly stared into my eyes, and sucked his cream-covered fingers clean. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. He clutched behind my knees and jerked me closer to the edge. The movement caused me to fall back, having to brace myself on my hands as he lined up and drove his cock in my weeping pussy.
I gasped in surprise, and my eyes rolled.
“Holy fucking shit,” he said as he gritted his teeth and held his breath for a moment. A tiny voice screamed that he was bare in me, but I slapped a hand over it as he gained control and withdrew, only to thrust back home. No one had ever felt that good, but he deserved a warning.
“I swear to Christ, if you give me an STD from some skank, I will cut your dick off and shove it up your ass,” I growled out as he stroked long and hard.
A breathless, shocked laugh escaped him as he paused. “I swear on my grandmother’s grave, I’ve never not wrapped my shit. You on the pill?”
“No,” I said, and he actually trembled as he appeared to want to cry. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Patch.”
“Thank fuck,” he said as he began to move again. My legs were thrown over his arms, and his hands held my ass to keep me in place. He seemed to utterly lose control as he fucked me hard and fast. His narrow hips pistoned his thick cock into me, and the desk banged against the wall repeatedly.
Lids heavy and breathless, I watched the animalistic display, barely hanging on to my sanity. It was an absolute mindfuck that I was getting the best dicking of my life from the only man I’d ever loved after he lived years thinking I was dead.
Whether it was that or the fact that together our sexual chemistry was off the charts, I was on the verge of coming again. My gaze dropped to the sight of his slick shaft driving in and out of my greedy pussy, and I lost it.
“Lucian! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, like that! Oh God, yes!” I screamed my praise as my core clenched almost violently around his still thrusting length.
“That’s it,” he crooned and slowed his movements to draw out the best goddamn orgasm of my life. I shuddered from head to toe as my thighs tried to squeeze him in half. He leaned forward and kissed me with wild abandon until I thought I was going to pass out.
I’d barely re-centered when he resumed his pace.
“This is my goddamn tight pussy, and it always has been. I’m going to fill you full of my cum, and you’re going to take every bit,” he said as he stared at me through the hair that had fallen across his face. Then he drove me over the edge again as he poured his release into my sweat-soaked body.
Fighting to slow our hearts and breaths, I took a moment to regroup my thoughts. Eyes closed, I tugged on my lip piercing. My eyes popped open when he scooped me up off the hard desk and carried me to the bed, still deeply seated within my sheath.
When he maneuvered us to the bed, he draped his body over mine and kissed me, sucking on my piercing as he released my bottom lip. “This is not over. I thought about taking you to the bathroom to clean up, but I’m only going to get you dirty again,” he said in a raspy whisper.
“Oh fuck yes,” I sighed. “Dirty me. Please.”
He did.
“Now what?” I asked him three hours and four rounds later. I was a boneless, satiated blob, poured over his hard form. We were soaked in sweat and exhausted.
“I need some time to recoup. Then I can go again,” he murmured drowsily, and I couldn’t help but laugh—well, as much as my breathlessness allowed.
“I mean about this situation with the people after me. And about us—where do we go from here?”
He wrapped his thick arms around me and squeezed. “Talk later. Sleep now.” It was all he mumbled before he was softly snoring.
Snuggling into his incredibly perfect chest, I allowed my mind to shut off long enough to drop into a dreamless sleep.
In his arms, I felt safe for the first time in years.
