Page 17 of Melos

“It’s been at least twelve hours since I’ve been inside you.” His eyes were silver fire as he pressed his hardness into my hand. “On the bed.” His expression brokered no argument—not that I had one to give.

My body responded to his words. I quickly made space at the foot of the bed, pushing clothing aside, some falling to the floor, then splayed my hands out on the coverlet, leaning forward, breath held.

I could hear the whisper of clothing being removed, then Lucius was behind me. His hands went around my front, to where the tie to my silk robe was. He brought it down, kissing my shoulders and naked back, and I released my hands so the whole garment pooled onto the floor at my feet.

“My beautiful bride,” he crooned, his voice deep and alluring. Warm, strong palms rubbed down my body, stopping on my bottom. “This ass. So fucking sweet. Lean forward, little dove.”

I was already panting with desire for him. Lucius was insatiable, but so was I, and I happily did as he commanded, sliding my arms down the bed, breasts pressed against the soft blankets, my sex now exposed to his view.

He nudged my legs so that I would widen them, and with his fingers, parted my wetness. I moaned.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, mate?”

I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait to taste—”

A knock at the door had him stopping.

“What?” he snarled so gruffly I almost giggled.

“I can come back, Chieftain,” Farah called through the closed door.

I grinned and called back, “That would be best. Thank you, Fah—” I squeaked as Lucius plunged at least three fingers inside me. “Oh!”

A deep purr greeted my ear. “That’s right. Ignore her.” He placed a hand on my back, then removed his fingers, only to replace them with his thick length. He didn’t give me any chance to prepare as he rammed inside me. My bottom was pressed tightly to his pelvis as he touched the very root of me. When my back tried to arch off the bed, his hand stilled me with a firm press.

Then he began to move. Tortuously slow but deliciously deep. Little by little, his rhythm picked up. The pace was maddening. The sounds of us, my wetness, our skin slapping skin, had my eyes rolling back, and I groaned. “Oh, Lucius. You feel—you… ah!”

He grunted and slapped my rump. “Yes, my dove. So good. So hot. So wet.” Losing control, he slipped an arm under my breasts and pulled me back against his chest, now rutting me with vigor, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. I was barely able to stand on both feet as he took me hard.

Turning my head, I captured his mouth, and we kissed, lost to one another’s pleasure. Before I knew it, he had withdrawn, only to push me gently down onto the bed and onto my back. He got between my legs and mounted me again, but this time we were face-to-face. This position was always so much more meaningful. This wild, beautiful man above me, lost to his desire for me, took my breath away. I witnessed so much depth there in his eyes as he looked down at me in adoration, like I was the very world.

With just our breaths, we spoke a lifetime of words that only our souls could hear. Everything that he was and everything that he would become was there for me to witness. And what I saw was beautiful.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him, my hands on his strong arms as he drove into me. Around his neck was the necklace I had given him. When I’d had it made with him in mind, I had no idea how insanely sexy he would look wearing it. Each time he thrust inside me, it hit my chin in tandem with his pumping hips.

I was lost.

“Ready for my knot, baby?”

“Uh huh… yes, I’m—I’m… oh gods…” I drifted off into the unknown, where only pleasure and ecstasy lived. Lucius swelled inside me, and he took my mouth as he gave me his seed, filling me up to the point where I could feel it leaking out. Another climax came upon me, and I saw stars.

Lucius kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks. He was like Fadon, in that way, I thought. Always worshiping me with kisses.

Still lost to the ending waves of climax, my face heated at the thought of both Fadon and Lucius kissing me. Together.

Gods.

“Is that right?” Lucius asked with a smile, looking down at me.

Could he read my mind through the bond? No. It had to be my scent or something.

We were still joined, his knot locking us in, and I felt his cock pulse.

I knew that there was no way on Titus I’d divulge what I had been picturing in my head—he still wasn’t quite ready for that development in our relationship—so instead, I pulled him closer and nuzzled his neck. “Have I told you how much I love that necklace on you?”

“You have, my little wild cat.” The smile on his face was downright sinful. “You also love it when it hits your face when I’m fucking you hard.”

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