Page 9 of Bought By the Owner's Son
“I know, but I just feel…helpless. What about you?” I ask. “I want to know more about you. Since we met at the auction house, I’m sure you can tell me a bit about the place, and maybe it will bring back my memories of how I got there.” I smile hopefully, anticipation surging inside me.
But Lucian’s gaze shutters, and he doesn’t say anything for a while. Just when I’m about to probe again, he tugs me closer until his warm breath slides deliciously over my face.
“Why would I want to talk about that despicable place when I could be kissing you instead?” he murmurs, a teasing lilt to his voice. Then his mouth suddenly claims mine, ridding me of all rational thoughts.
I moan into him, sensation dancing on my skin as he slowly explores the confines of my mouth. Pleasure ignites in my veins and I gyrate slowly on him as he moves his hard shaft gently inside me.
Right now, I don’t care if I forget my own name. I never want to forget this feeling…the feeling of having him buried so deeply inside of me.
Lucian lets go of my lips. “Ride me,” he commands in a guttural tone.
With his hands bracketing my waist, I slowly straighten, feeling his hard cock in every part of me. My sex clenches convulsively around him as he surges deeper inside me from below, eliciting a loud cry from my lips.
Blood rushing in my veins, I place my hands on his chest, using the momentum to push off his cock, and then I slide back down to the hilt. My sex floods at the sensation and a loud mewl leaves my lips.
My eyes stay glued to Lucian’s as he drives into me and I grind hard on his thick shaft. The connection between us grows unbelievably stronger as need heightens inside me. Urgency rides at me, and I match his movements stroke for stroke. Withevery thrust, his cock grazes the sensitive nerves along my walls, adding to the growing ache in my core.
I bend forward and clutch his shoulders, lost in the throes of the sizzling heat rendering me mindless. He leans forward to suck my nipple into his mouth, the heat and coarseness of his tongue pushing me deeper until my nails are digging into his shoulders.
Shudders wrack my body as he slams into me from below, hitting my G-spot. An unimaginable feeling envelops me and a wordless cry leaves my lips. I throw my head back in ecstasy, my knees pressing hard against his sides as I let go. My sex floods and clamps hard around his shaft, and a loud groan of pleasure falls from his lips.
“Fuck!” He jerks repeatedly as he comes, grunting and shooting deep inside me.
I sigh and slump onto his chest, breathing hard. His arms wrap around my body, caressing my back until the aftershocks subside and I finally come back to the present. After a few seconds of rest, my stomach growls loudly between us.
His soft chuckle vibrates through my entire body, and my cheeks burn in embarrassment. I gently pinch his side, raising my head. “That’s not funny,” I mutter.
Lucian only chuckles harder, his eyes alight with humor. “You have to admit it’s a little funny,” he says.
My heart swells as I take in the mirth in his beautiful blue eyes and the amused smile playing on the corner of his lips. I can’t help but smile back. “Okay, I’ll give in this time,” I reply.
Knowing I’m the reason for the amusement in his eyes makes my heart warm. I don’t know how it happened, but I suddenly want to see him happy all the time—and I want to be the reason for it.
Oh God. I’m down bad…
“And that’s my cue to feed you,” he declares as he gently separates us. He pushes up and slides off the bed. “I’m sorry for neglecting your needs, angel,” he says, then presses a kiss to my temple and leads me to the bathroom. “Let’s wash up first.”
Thirty minutes later, I walk hand in hand with Lucian out of his suite, feeling excited and sated, memories of our shower lingering in my head. A dreamy smile graces my lips as I remember his long fingers gliding over my skin as he washed me. The way they stayed just a bit longer on my breasts, kneading and plucking them under the guise of cleaning them. And the way his hands then slid to my sex and gently stroked me to a trembling completion.
“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks, pulling me out of my daydream.
My heart skips, and my cheeks burn in embarrassment at the direction of my thoughts. I can’t believe that finally having sex has turned me into this wanton woman. I clear my throat, trying to pull myself together and ease the flutter in my gut. When I finally look up, I find his heated stare on me, and I know that I can’t fool him.
We’re so attuned to each other that it’s almost impossible to hide my feelings. With him, I’m an open book, and I don’t know if that’s something that I like. Especially knowing that it’s not mutual. Where I’m transparent, Lucian is the complete opposite. There’s no denying the shadows that surround him, and yet I can’t stop feeling drawn toward him.
“I have a feeling you know what I was thinking about,” I say finally as we start down the winding staircase.
He flashes me a quick, tender smile. “True. Your eyes are expressive. Still, I like that you tell me what you’re thinking rather than having to find out by myself.” His hand tightens around mine in comfort.
A thought appears in my mind. “Why don’t we strike a deal? You answer some of my questions and in turn I’ll tell you my thoughts.”
Lucian goes silent. “That’s not a fair trade, love,” he says with an arched brow and twitching lips. “What if I don’t have answers to your questions?”
“Then you don’t answer. No pressure,” I assure him.
His gaze narrows on mine. “Why do I feel like I’m getting the short end of the stick? I need more insurance from you,” he growls playfully.
Soft giggles leave my lips as we walk into the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll make my breakfast special as payment,” I say.
