The body wash was gone now, and one of his hands traveled lower, across my stomach, until his fingers dipped between my legs. I spread them slightly, giving him better access. He quickly found a rhythm against my clit that made my breath hitch.
I reached behind me, gripping his thigh for support as my knees weakened. He moved his fingers farther down and easily slid two fingers inside me.
“Lucan,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder.
He grabbed the detachable showerhead, bringing it down and letting the water crash onto my clit. His fingers moving inside me and the pressure of the water was overwhelming, pulling a cry from my throat as pleasure built rapidly inside me.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my ear. “Come for me.”
My body obeyed, pleasure crashing through me. I shuddered against him, grateful for his arm keeping me upright as my legs trembled.
When I could breathe again, I turned, meeting his hungry gaze. He kissed me deeply as he turned off the water.
Before I could step out, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me, rubbing gently to dry me off. He quickly toweled himself dry before leading me to the bedroom, the towels forgotten somewhere behind us.
The sheets were cool to the touch as I lowered myself onto the bed. He followed, his body covering mine as he captured my lips again. His mouth trailed down my neck, across my collarbone, and lower still. Every kiss, every touch felt like he was memorizing me.
He moved back up, and his expression was so tender it almost hurt to look at.
“I want the bond.” I surprised myself with the certainty in my voice.
Lucan went still above me, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.”
I nodded, bringing a hand up to touch his face. “I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, they glowed with an intensity that took my breath away.
“Will it hurt? The bite, I mean.”
His lips curved into a gentle smile. “Not in the way you’re thinking. Just a little pinch, especially because you’re open toit completely.” He paused, his gaze growing more intense. “You are, right?”
I looked into his eyes. “Yes. I’m sure.”
Lucan’s eyes darkened, his pupils expanding until only a thin ring of blue remained. He brushed his lips against mine. “I’ve waited for you for so long.”
His fingers trailed down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Every touch felt magnified, as if my skin was suddenly more sensitive, more alive under his fingertips. I arched into him, seeking more of that delicious contact.
He shifted us, rolling onto his back and guiding me to straddle his hips. The change in position made me momentarily self-conscious, being so exposed above him, but the pure awe and desire in his eyes chased away any insecurity.
“You’re perfect.”
I placed my hands on his chest for balance, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath my palm. The position gave me a sense of control that I hadn’t expected to need but deeply appreciated. This was my choice, my moment to move forward.
Lucan’s hands settled on my hips, his thumbs tracing small circles on my skin. I leaned down to kiss him, a slow, deep meeting of lips and tongues that left us both breathless. He pulled me closer as the kiss intensified. The feel of skin against skin was intoxicating, his heat seeping into me.
When I sat back up, I reached between us, guiding him to where I needed him most. The sensation of him slowly filling me drew a gasp from my lips. I sank down gradually, adjusting to the fullness.
Lucan’s fingers tightened, his eyes squeezed shut as if fighting for control. When I was fully seated, I paused, feeling the connection between us. His eyes opened, and I could see flecks of something brighter, almost purple, swirling in their blue depths.
I began to move, setting a rhythm that had us both breathing hard. His hands guided my hips, encouraging me to find what felt good.
“Liz,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You feel amazing.”
He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. I gasped, my rhythm faltering briefly before picking up again, more urgent now.
As the tension built inside me, Lucan sat up, wrapping an arm around my lower back to keep me close. The angle had me crying out, my nails digging into his shoulders. His face pressed against my neck.
His lips brushed the spot below my ear where he said he’d mark me. “I can feel how close you are.”
