I feel the heat of his touch all the way down to my core. I’m already wet, my panties soaked through, sticking to me like a second skin.
“I love you,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
I shudder at his words. Honest. Real.
I do not doubt that he loves me. This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime. I instinctively know this. I can’t lose it. Can’t lose this feeling of freedom that comes with being attached to him.
Kindred spirits!
Lucian slides his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed together.
I can feel the hard ridge of his erection against my stomach, and the ache between my legs intensifies into a needy throb.
His mouth finds mine, and the kiss is hungry, desperate, his tongue claiming me with ferocity.
“Caro,” I gasp, a plea, a prayer.
He growls, low and primal. Suddenly, he lifts me, and lays me down gently on his bed.
His hands roam over my body, stripping me slowly, painstakingly, like he’s unwrapping a gift.
My shirt goes first. My bra follows.
His mouth is on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my nipples.
They harden. The sensation is glorious.
He pinches a nipple as he watches me. I arch into his touch.
My back bows off the bed as he sucks one into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. He pulls them down in one swift motion, tossing them aside. He kneels between my legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of me spread open for him.
I whimper when his fingers brush over my slit, spreading my folds, teasing my clit. He pushes a finger inside me. I cry out, my body clenching around him.
“Shh, baby,” he soothes, his voice rough with need. “I’ve got you.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me gently, his thumb circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes that have me writhing beneath him.
He curls his fingers inside me, rubbing against my G-spot. He holds me in place by my pussy. It’s erotic. Deafeningly pleasurable.
He moves down my body, and his mouth finds my core. He laps. Sucks. Circles. I grip his hair and push toward him. Into him.
I’m whimpering now. I can’t stop. Can’t stop the way he makes me feel. Can’t stop the tortuous tightening building inside me. Pulling. Pulling. Pulling.
He eats me.
My thighs tremble. My insides clench. “Caro, I’m so close.”
He flattens his tongue against my clit, his fingers pumping in and out, making me dizzy.
My orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami. I scream his name, my back arching off the bed as pleasure consumes me.
He licks the orgasm out of me, holding me still, hard, against him as he drinks me up.
I watch through hazy eyes. I’m catching my breath. The world has gone golden around me.
