Page 81 of King of Rage

Gradually, her struggles weakened. Her breathing remained uneven, but her hands eventually fell still against his chest.

Lucius waited until she had quieted before speaking again. His voice was raw with emotion.

“What I meant was…”

He drew back enough to look at her, though he kept one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

“Stella Gibson…” His eyes searched hers. “If you don’t have a husband, can I be yours?”

Chapter 13 Stop Touching Him

Stella’s heart seemed to stop.

“You… know Shane and I… are not married?”

Lucius loosened his embrace slightly but kept his hands around her waist. He looked into her eyes, his expression stripped of its usual arrogance and control. For once, he seemed almost afraid of her answer.

“I know.”

He lifted one hand and brushed the curls away from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek.

Then he leaned toward her and kissed her.

Stella’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. Within moments, the kiss deepened, tenderness giving way to a rush of pent-up emotion as Lucius held her close and kissed her with all the longing he had been unable to put into words.

His tongue glided like silk over her lower lip, teasingly circling it before trailing gentle, hungry kisses down the curve of her neck. Each caress left a slick, burning path, igniting her skin with need. Stella instinctively tilted her head back, exposing more of her vulnerable flesh, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

His lips moved to her earlobe, nibbling softly while his tongue danced teasing circles around the sensitive skin.

“Ah…” Stella shivered at the delicate, electric sensation.

His hand slipped beneath her top, fingers gliding over her waist like fire, sending delicious heat spiraling through her.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, flustered and breathless. “Stop it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, pulse racing. But Lucius paid no heed.

His hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist as he yanked her forward—pulling her halfway into the car before she could even register the motion.

In an instant, she found herself fully in his lap, caged by the hard contours of his chest and arms. Then his mouth crashed against hers. His tongue plunged deep, exploring every inch, drawing a whimper from her throat as he savored her slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to consume her. Tongue swirling, lips pulling, teeth grazing until her entire body trembled against him.

When he finally broke the kiss, she barely had a moment to gasp for air before he shifted downward, his lips brushing across her jaw and trailing down her neck. His tongue was everywhere—pressing hot, open kisses along her throat, his tongue flicking over her pulse point, dragging his teeth down to the curve where her neck met her shoulder.

He lavished attention on her neck as if he were starving for it—sucking hard, nipping just enough to leave his mark, then soothing it with slow licks that sent shivers coursing through her.

“It makes me so fucking hard when I see my bite marks on your skin. Red and soft and so fucking beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

Drunk on her scent and intoxicated by the way she melted into him, Lucius growled, burying his face in her neck once more.

His tongue traced the delicate line of her throat in long, wet strokes, igniting a fire that spread through her body. He licked her skin, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as if the taste of her was driving him wild.

Then came the bites—hard, desperate ones.

His teeth sank into the soft flesh beneath her ear, then over the swell of her shoulder, just enough to elicit a gasp—and then a moan—as he kissed away the sting with wet, open-mouthed licks. His lips latched onto the base of her throat, sucking with fervor, leaving no part untouched. He moved without rhythm, only hunger guiding him—pressing his mouth everywhere.

He suckled on her skin like a man starved, his mouth hot and open, tongue flicking wildly before he bit down again.

Stella’s skin flushed, wet and glistening from his obsession, yet he wasn’t finished.

“You drive me fucking insane,” he rasped, “Look what you’ve turned me into.”