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Before I could tell her to touch me, to hold on to me, to use me, she had her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at my nape. I kissed her again, and she made these small noises in the back of her throat. I swallowed the sounds, needing more, wanting her to surrender every part of herself to me. This was what I’d wanted from the moment I saw her, from the second I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else.
It had been so fucking hard staying back, keeping my distance for as long as I did. But no more. No matter the repercussions, no matter the rules I broke being with her … Grace was mine.
I couldn’t stop this. I wouldn’t. I forced myself to take a step back, but took her hand in mine, keeping her close, afraid she’d run if she really saw my desperation for her.
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she whispered.
“Never,” I said instantly. I couldn’t help myself as I reached out and moved my thumb along her bottom lip, pulled the soft, slightly damp flesh down, and watched it move back into place when I let go. She was so fucking beautiful, so pliant and giving, and fearless, not letting her inhibitions control her. I’d show her how precious she was to me.
Her breath hitched a bit, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again, pulling her close because I was addicted to her. She felt good in my arms, like she was always meant to be here.
Take her. Show her what it’s like to be yours.
And so I moved back, looking down at her swollen red lips, a slight glossiness on them from our kiss.
“This could get you in trouble with the university.”
“I don’t fucking care about anything but you.”
Her breath hitched. “They’ll say this is wrong.”
I shook my head slowly. “Let them. How can this be so wrong when it feels so damn good, so right?”
“You don’t care?”
I shook my head again and stared into her eyes. “The only thing that matters is you. I don’t fucking care about anything else.” I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy, Grace.” My mouth was close to hers, but I didn’t lean in that last inch and kiss her again.
“Then take me to your room, Lucian,” she all but moaned.
Christ. Yes.
I felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel myself buried deep inside of her, but one that told me she was mine irrevocably.
She was pliant in my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard, her arousal coating the air like the smell of a fresh rainfall.
Before I lost myself and took her right up against the fucking wall, I had her in my arms. This small sound of surprise left her, and she held on to me, her hands grasping me like a lifeline. Her legs were draped over my forearm as I strode down the hall to my bedroom.
Once in the room I set her down reluctantly but kept her close, always having my hands on her. “I didn’t change the sheets,” I admitted. “They smelled like you, and I didn’t want to get rid of that.” Fuck, my heart was racing a mile a minute.
She looked over her shoulder at the bed, then back at me, licking her lips, nervousness and anticipation coming from her in waves.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whispered and took a step closer. The lights were off, yet the glow from the city came through the bedroom window, muted only by the sheer drapes.
“Is it that obvious?”
I moved closer and cupped her chin, tilting her head back slightly. She parted her mouth.
“I’ve never done this before, Lucian.”
I looked at her lips. “I know,” I said huskily. “I know, Grace.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes and just inhaling the sweet scent of her. “You want this?” I felt her nod. “I’ll go easy and slow. I’ll make this good for you, baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt and felt her tense against me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. This’ll feel good. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I’m shaking because I’m so turned on.”
I groaned at that admission.
She placed her hand over mine and urged it up, bringing the material over her belly. She didn’t stop me, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of my bare flesh against hers, of my fingers along her smooth skin, she gasped.
“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “I could take every part of you right now until there was nothing left, and I’d still need more, Grace. It still wouldn’t be enough.”
