He lowers his head between my thighs, his tongue making one long, slow swipe from my entrance to my clit. I jerk beneath him, oversensitive from my climax.
“Lucien,” I gasp, my hands finding their way to his hair. “I can’t—it’s too much?—”
“You can,” he insists, his breath hot against my most intimate place. “And you will.”
His tongue delves inside me, tasting me with deep, deliberate strokes that have me squirming. He works me open with his tongue, then adds his fingers, stretching me as he continues to lap at my juices.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans against my flesh, the vibration making me shudder. “Like fucking sin.”
I’m already building toward another orgasm, my body responding to his skilled mouth like it was made for this. Made for him.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. “Let go again. Come on my tongue.”
His words push me over the edge. I come with a broken cry, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashes through me. He doesn’t stop, drinking down every drop as I pulse around his fingers.
When I finally collapse back against the mattress, completely spent, he crawls up my body, his cock still rock hard and leaking against my thigh.
“Two down,” he murmurs, his lips finding mine in a kiss that tastes of me. “How many more do you have in you tonight, Little Sinner?”
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his thick length. “As many as you can give me,” I promise, stroking him slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes darken with renewed hunger. “Good. Because neither am I.”
He captures my hand, pinning it above my head as he lines himself up at my entrance once more. “This time,” he growls, pushing inside me with one powerful thrust, “I’m going to make you beg.”
He starts slow, torturously slow, each thrust a deliberate torture that has me clawing at his shoulders. “Please, Lucien,” I whimper, my hips rising to meet his. “Faster. Harder. I need?—”
“Need what?” he demands, his voice a dark caress against my ear. “Use your words.”
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Like you own me. Like you hate me.”
“Beg me,” he commands, his voice rough as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. “Tell me how much you need this.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin. “Please, Lucien. I need you. I need your cock so fucking bad.”
He grips my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts harder. “Louder. I want to hear you.”
“Please!” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
The words spill out of me, raw and desperate. I’ve never begged anyone for anything, but for him, I’ll get on my fucking knees if that’s what he wants. I never thought I’d actually admit that.
“That’s it,” he growls, his pace relentless. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg.”
He shifts his angle slightly, and suddenly I see stars, my vision blurring as pleasure builds low in my belly.
“Right there,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his back. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he promises, his voice a dark caress against my ear. “And then I’m going to fill you up. Mark you from the inside and then watch it leak out of you.”
The filthy words push me closer to the edge. I’m already trembling, my body wound tight with need.
“I’m close,” I warn, my voice barely recognizable. “So close.”
“Come for me,” he demands, his fingers working my clit faster. “Now, Seraphina.”
The command, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, sends me over the cliff.
“That’s it,” he encourages, never slowing his movements. “Take it all. Take every fucking drop.”
