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Another guttural groan left him, and I couldn’t stop from moaning in return.

“Touch yourself, Grace. Tell me how good it feels.”

I moved my hand under my pants, beneath my panties, and parted my legs right as my fingers slipped along my cleft. My clit throbbed, the slightest touch of my fingers against that bundle of nerves causing me to gasp.

“Are you touching yourself, Grace?” His voice was low, causing the heat in my body to rise.

I was a volcano about to explode. I hadn’t even fully touched myself yet, and I knew I could’ve gotten off just from hearing the deep timbre of his tone.

“Yes.” A gasp left me as a shock wave of pleasure slammed through me.

He growled, that sound vibrating through my entire body. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit faster, harder. My pants were in the way, inhibiting me from really working myself over. In a matter of seconds, I had the phone wedged between my shoulder and ear, shimmied the pants and panties down my thighs, pulled one leg out, and spread my thighs.

Then I had my hand right back between my legs, slipping my fingers through my slit, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to the hard little bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy.

“Tell me what you’re doing. Describe it to me, baby.”

I didn’t even know if I could fully form words at this point, not as I knew my orgasm was dangerously close to the surface already and I had just started touching myself.

“How does it feel?” His voice was so heavy, his breathing so hard.

“It feels good.” My voice hitched, my breath sawing in and out of my open mouth.

“God, Grace. I wish I was there right now. It’d be my hand between your legs, my fingers rubbing that little clit of yours.”

My eyes were open, widened as pleasure shot through me.

“And then I’d part your thighs even farther, move down your body, and latch my mouth right on your center. I’d lick and suck on you until you ground your pussy against my face, until your wetness slid down my throat. I’d get you off, taste your orgasm, claim it as mine.”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Yes.”

“And when the time is right, when you’re all nice and primed for me, I’m going to claim you, baby. I’m going to take that innocence that clings to you and make it my own.”

I couldn’t think straight with the desire moving through me.

“Because you’re mine. I won’t let you go. Ever.”

And I didn’t want him to.

“Now.” His voice got harder, more determined. “Come for me, Grace.”

And then I closed my eyes, arched my back, and rubbed my finger faster over my clit. The sound of his voice, the dominance in his voice, his order …. it all made me intoxicated, uncontrolled.

My head was tossed back on the pillow, my entire body strung tight as pleasure coursed through every single cell in my body. I could hear Lucian groaning on the other end, the sound of his hand moving over his cock so loud it was almost like he was in the same room with me. Flesh moving over flesh, skin slapping against skin.

It made me feel drunk.

Wanted.

Needed.

It made me feel everything and more.

And just as I felt my high start to dissipate, I heard him find his own release. The guttural grunt that he made told me he was finishing off, and that spurred another smaller but still intense orgasm within me.

A low cry left me, my toes curled on their own, and my hand was soaked from my arousal. I was left lying there breathing hard, the world a whirl around me. I cared about nothing yet everything in that moment.

Things were moving so quickly, so powerfully between us, that I was left feeling as though the world was opening up and about to swallow me whole.

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