I reached up and traced the line of his jaw. Watched his eyes flutter at the contact, his hundred years of restraint on the edge of shattering.
“I’m sure.” My thumb brushed his lower lip. “I’ve been sure since the festival, even if I can’t remember it.”
His control dissolved.
He kissed down on my body, making my vision blur. Mouth against my collarbone, my sternum, the curve of my ribs,each point of contact deliberate and unhurried, as if he were memorizing me through taste.
When his mouth reached my hip, I was already shaking.
“Lucian.” His name came out fractured.
“I told you once,” he said against my skin, his breath warm, his fingers curling around my thighs. “That when I was healed, I’d take my time with you until you couldn’t remember your own name.”
There was that familiar glint in his eyes.
“Well, I’m healed now.” He pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh and my back arched off the rug. “And I’m a man of my word.”
He made good on his promise.
Lucian sucked and licked all over my skin. My head flinging side to side in pleasure. It was as if he was actuallyeatingme,consumingme.
By the time he moved back up my body, I was boneless and trembling and had, in fact, forgotten my own name.
My fingers found his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as he settled between my hips, and the weight of him against me, the heat and the pressure was everywhere, sending a wave of need through me.
Lucian paused at my entrance. Forehead pressed to mine, eyes burning.
“This will seal the bond,” he said. “You’ll feel me after. Always.”
“Good.” I lifted my hips. Felt his erection press forward. “I want to feel you. Always.”
He pushed inside me. His thick cock stretched my pussy wide, filling me inch by inch with a slow, deliberate thrust that made my walls clench around him. I gasped at the burn, the delicious fullness that bordered on too much, but he held still, letting me adjust to his size. His hands gripped my hips firmly, pinning me in place beneath him, his dominance clear in the way he controlled every movement.
“Fuck. That’s it,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Take all of me. You’re so tight, so wet for your king.”
The bond flared between us, and I felt him. Not just his body, his emotions.
His arms trembled. His forehead pressed harder against mine.
“Mira.” Just my name. Wrecked.
He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in time with the subtle rock of his hips.
I pulled him closer. “Move.”
He did. The firelight painted his skin in gold as we found a rhythm, slow at first, his hips rolling against mine with a precision that built the pressure in my core with agonizing patience.
Each thrust dragged his cock along my inner walls, hitting spots that made sparks ignite behind my eyelids. My nails rakeddown his back and he groaned, the sound guttural, pulled from somewhere primal.
His hand found my thigh and hitched it higher, and the angle changed and I cried out, loud, unrestrained, as he drove deeper, his cock slamming into my cervix with just enough force to make me see stars.
“Again,” he said. His voice was a command.
Lucian didn’t wait for my response; instead, he pulled back almost all the way out, leaving me empty and aching, before plunging back in hard and fast. The slap of his skin against mine echoed in the room, mingling with my moans and his heavy breaths.
“Gods, you’re doing so well,” he growled, his gold eyes locked on mine as he set a punishing pace. “I want you to beg for it, Mira.”
The rug burned against my shoulders and I didn’t care. His teeth grazed my throat and I tilted my head back.
