God, he was going to make me come—make me shatter while grinding against each other like two horny teenagers.
My phone rang again, full of reprimand.
“Lucien,” I moaned. “I need—”
“I know.” A low throaty sound rumbled in his chest as he rocked up, pressing himself harder against me. “Me too.”
“No, I mean my phone—”
“Make it stop.” His voice cracked as he pulled my hips down. “Youhaveto make it stop.”
I didn’t think he was talking about the racket my phone was making.
God, if I wasn’t wearing underwear and he didn’t have his trousers on, he’d be inside me by now. He would’ve stolen the final thing that made me innocent and corrupted me entirely.
My phone didn’t give up, screeching with another call.
He sucked my bottom lip as if he was trying to drink my soul. His hips surged up, hitting that perfect, sensitive spot between my legs.
I forgot about the damn phone.
My body arched without permission as an orgasm went from barely there tobarrellingthrough me. I cried out as waves upon waves of pure pleasure made me writhe over him.
“OhGod.”
He shattered my world. My worries scattered like petals. Every part of me exploded with frost and fire and—
A galaxy of cold tore open inside me, vast and endless and white. Heat vanished. Sound vanished. It felt like falling through the heart of a frozen star, power roaring through my veins with perfect, impossible vastness.
His whole body jerked as if he felt what I did. As if he tasted the same chill, the same endless ice. Steam blasted from his skin as if the cold bled straight through him.
He groaned my name, his voice rough, his grip tightening on my hips as he reached the same edge I had. His entire body went taut as a sharp breath punched from his lungs. He thrust up and came with a bed-shaking shudder.
Pain echoed behind my eyes as the waves of his orgasm faded.
For the longest moment, we didn’t move or breathe, both shocked at how this escalated, but then he sagged beneath me and sucked in a grateful breath.
His hands splayed over my lower back and I went boneless, burrowing my face in the crook of his neck, trying to tame my galloping heart.
His fingers trailed along the beads of my spine, heavenly gentle after being so rough. “Whoareyou?” he murmured, barely louder than a whisper. “How can you stop me from burning when nothing else can?”
Gritting my teeth, I went to push off him—to find the strength to continue with our escape but the pain grew stronger, stealing the glow of my orgasm.
God, what I would give to feel healthy for once? To feel strong instead of fragile. “You’re still hurting?” I asked softly, my heart reacting to his issues instead of mine.
“Not anymore. Not when I’m touching you.”
My phone erupted with yet another shriek, warning that the person on the other end of it was at their limit.
I pushed upward, only for Lucien to wrap his strong arms around me and snap me back down again. “Did I say you could leave?”
My heart skipped a few beats as I waved at my dancing phone on the carpet. “I need to get that.”
I tried to scramble off, only for him to growl. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“But—”
“Whisper,” Lucien commanded quietly. “Bring it here.”
