Page 78 of Fated for Dawn

“Lucien…” I breathed, but he cut me off.

“You were meant to be worshiped,” he murmured, every thrust of his fingers and lick of his tongue making my head spin. “You want it harder?”

“Yes!” The word came out in a breathless plea.

Lucien obliged, his fingers picking up speed and intensity. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he repeated, pushing me closer to the edge. “But I want to hear you say it. Tell me how badly you need to come.”

“I need to come! Please!”

He groaned with satisfaction at my plea. “Then let go for me.”

That familiar coil inside me unraveled and exploded into pure bliss. My back arched off the desk, a high-pitched cry escaping my lips as pleasure washed over me in waves.

Lucien’s fingers didn’t stop moving—he milked every last bit of ecstasy from me until I was trembling uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” he said as I came down from my high, his fingers still lingering possessively inside me. “See? You’re not just Hecate champion; you’re a fucking queen. My queen.”

My heart fluttered as I met his gaze, simultaneously feeling exhilarated, safe, and loved.

“You’re insufferable,” I managed to say breathlessly.

“And yet here you are,” he replied with a smirk. “All spread out for me on the desk.” He pulled his fingers out slowly and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with such deliberation it sent another shiver through me.

Lucien stood and gently lifted me into his arms, cradling me against his chest. He carried me to the bed and laid me down as if I were something precious and fragile.

He straightened, and I watched as he began to undress; each movement was deliberate, a slow tease that made my body ache with anticipation. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing lean abs. My eyes traced the lines of his muscles, the hard planes of his body, and the evidence of his arousal.

He took his time, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them slide to the floor. He stood before me, naked and unashamed, his cock hard and ready. My mouth went dry. I reached for him, but he caught my hand and held it, his touch sending sparks up my arm.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering above mine, close enough that I couldfeel the heat of his skin but not the contact I craved. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, Evelyn?”

I tried to answer, but my words caught in my throat. He was so close, his breath warm on my cheek, his scent filling my head. He kissed me hard and demanding, then pulled back before I could lose myself in it.

“You’re mine,” he said, his green eyes boring into me. “I’m going to take you, claim you, and make you scream my name. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight. Until you know exactly who you belong to. Do you understand what that means?”

I nodded eagerly.

“You were made for me. Every inch of you. Are you ready, mate?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He positioned himself between my legs, his cock brushing against my entrance. A shiver ran through me. He paused, his eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I saw something softer, more vulnerable.

“Tell me you want this,” he said. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I said, my voice trembling with need. “I want all of you.”

With a slow, agonizing thrust, he entered me. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders. He held still, letting me adjust, his breathing heavy and controlled.

He said, kissing my neck and my collarbone.

He started to move, each stroke deep and measured. My body responded, meeting his rhythm, as a growing wave of pleasure hit me. His relentless dominance was tempered with fierce tenderness.

“Lucien,” I moaned, and he silenced me with a kiss, his tongue claiming mine. He broke away, his lips brushing my ear.

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