I moved my hips, wanting the pressure on my sex.
“One second, love,” he said and pushed up on his hands. His muscles strained, sweat causing a sheen over his skin. I was so far gone, I didn’t know when or how he’d turned the lamp on.
My skin felt feverish and sensitive.
“I want you, Lucian,” I blurted. I wasn’t sure how many times I’d come, but it had to be more than a dozen at this point. My brain felt foggy. During my previous heats, even though I was in pain, it wasn’t this hard to focus.
I didn’t get a warning before Lucian flipped me onto my stomach. He dragged me to the edge of the bed, arranging me to his pleasure. I pushed to my knees and wiggled my ass at him, lowering to my elbows to provide a better view.
He groaned, and his hands settled on my hips. He thrust deep enough that he hit my cervix. I yelped, the odd sensation rippling pleasure through my body.
Lucian settled into a maddening pace. I pressed my cheek to the bed and closed my eyes, feeling every inch of his cock. He shoved inside me, grinding against my cervix while his knot rubbed my clit.
I jerked back, forced to seize from the orgasm squeezing my channel. He didn’t stop to allow me to come; he just kept pounding into me with loud, violent slaps. There was so much slick coating my inner thighs that when I had a moment of not being so turned on, I’d likely be embarrassed.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he grunted with each thrust. His grip dug into my hips hard. Squeezing and massaging. Every touch and graze of his fingertips drove me crazy. I pushed back against his thrusts instead of staying still. My nerve endings blazed.
“I’m coming,” I screamed into the blanket, muffling myself.
“Yesssss.”
My sex clamped him so hard . . .
“I can’t—” He pulled out, and heat spread on my ass. Lucian’s shaft ground against the cleft of my ass. He didn’t want to knot me yet.
I flopped onto my back.
“Why did you pull out?” I whined, sitting up. I could already feel the ache in each of my limbs. I grabbed his cock that had softened. He whimpered, but I didn’t stop touching him. It took two strokes for his hips to arch into my hand.
His eyes were focused on me, half-lidded and lips wet. Sexy Lucian. I leaned forward and licked the bead of precum from his cock.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, and the next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling, while Lucian crawled over me.
He widened my thighs so much that there was a pinch in my joints. He slammed inside me, my needy sex taking him in with ease.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Josephine.” His guttural words turned me on so much. “I’ll never live without you.” His words were a vow. He rose over me, propped on his hands, and his pace picked up, the loud slap of our skin making everything feel more sinful. “Tell me you love me,” he ordered. My mouth parted on a gasp, and I studied the pleasure on his face. His thrusts became harder, the noise deafening. “Say it,” he snarled, catching my mouth in a brief kiss and then rising over me to continue plunging in violently.
My legs wouldn’t stop shaking, and my toes were in a perpetual state of being curled. I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to.
“I . . .” A whine cut me off, and my eyes squeezed shut. My channel clamped onto him.Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I might die of pleasure.
Everything faded until I was a floating bundle of bliss. His pumps slowed, drawing out my orgasm.
I wasn’t sure how long it was from the start of the orgasm to me opening my eyes, but when I did, thin lines had opened on his bicep from my nails.
“I’m so sorry,” I croaked, my voice struggling. He said nothing as he drank me in.
“Beautiful,” he said, gliding his tongue across my puckered nipple. I shivered. Even though he said I drove him crazy, he made me just as undone.
I turned my chin to the side. His arm was near my head. I scooted to the side and bit my claiming mark on his forearm.His knot ballooned, stretching me and forcing me into another release.
He roared, cum splashing inside my channel.
LUCIAN
Josephine lay bundledunder the blankets, her beautiful lips parted, and a small snore leaving her lips.
I smiled down at her. Blessed Moon, I couldn’t have imagined Heat Season would be like that.
