Page 37 of Until She's Mine
I know I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do, but the taste of him, bitter and salty, is addictive. I bury my face deeper, takinghim in further. My tongue swirls around him, teasing and tasting every inch. The soft skin, the shape of it, the flavor—it’s bliss.
My mind goes blank as I lose myself in the rhythm. Lucian’s breath hitches, and his hips jerk ever so slightly forward. My hands rest on his thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles, how he’s barely holding himself together. The sound of his ragged breathing fills the room, mingling with the soft, wet sounds of my mouth on him.
I bob my head down as far as I can take him, my throat working to accommodate his length. His grip on my hair tightens, pulling me back just enough to give himself room to move. His hips thrust shallowly, setting a rhythm matching the suction of my lips.
“Christ, Evelyn. You’re going to be the death of me.”
I don’t stop. I can’t. The power I hold over him in this moment is exhilarating, and I want more of his sounds. The fullness is addictive, too. I could spend hours like this, learning every inch of him, savoring the way his body responds to my touch.
“That’s it, love, take me deeper,” he rasps.
My eyes begin to water, tears spilling down my cheeks. Breathing through my nose, I push myself further, powerless against the urge to ram my head down until my nose brushes against the base of him.
Lucian’s control is slipping, and I feel it in the tension of his body, his fingers tightening almost painfully in my hair. I hollow my cheeks, and he lets out a moan that sends a shiver of satisfaction through me. His hips move again, this time with less restraint, and I let him, my throat working around him to swallow him fully.
“Fuck,” his voice breaks. “You’re perfect like this—on your knees for me.”
I whine around him, the vibration drawing another sharp gasp from his lips.
My arousal is a live wire coursing through me, every flick of my tongue, every pull of my lips sparking pleasure in my own body. I’m lost in him, in how he unravels above me. Lucian’s hands move from my hair to my face, his touch tender even as his hips move with a growing urgency.
“Evelyn, look at me.”
I meet his gaze as he stares down at me, his eyes wild and dark. His breathing is ragged now, his body trembling as he teeters on the edge. “I’m going to take charge and fuck your throat. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”
A moan escapes me at his words, vibrating against him, and his hips jerk in response. My fingers dig into his thighs. “I want it.”
I crave it.
The corner of Lucian’s mouth twitches, and his hands tighten in my hair, guiding me. His hips thrust forward, filling my mouth completely. A choked sound escapes me, but I don’t pull away. I let him take control, my body yielding to him. His grip is firm but not cruel, guiding me as he fucks into my mouth.
The room is filled with the sounds of our shared desperation: his ragged breaths, the wet slide of his big cock against my lips and tongue, the soft moans I can’t suppress. My hands cling to his hips, my nails digging into his skin as I try to ground myself in the overwhelming sensation. Each thrust sends a jolt of heat through me, and the wetness pools between my thighs, my arousal a relentless ache.
“So good. You take me so well.”
His praise burns through me, fueling my desperation. My eyes flutter shut as I give myself over to him, letting him use my mouth. The rhythm he sets is relentless, each thrust deeper than the last. The tension builds in his body, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s almost unbearable.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. I obey instantly. His features are sharp with desire, his jaw clenched so tightly it’s a wonder it doesn’t shatter.
“I want you to see what you do to me.” His hips snap forward again. “How you make me lose control.”
I moan around him, and his breath hitches. His movements become faster and shorter. My hands tighten on his thighs, urging him on silently. His body tenses, a low growl tearing from his throat as he lets go, and he spills into me, holding my head in place.
I swallow every drop greedily, my throat clenching around him as he pulses, the taste of him overwhelming my senses.
For a moment, there’s only silence, broken by the sound of our breathing. His is heavy and uneven, mine shallow and quick. Then, slowly, his grip on my hair loosens, his fingers sliding down to cradle my face. His thumb brushes over my lips, wiping away my spit, and the gentleness of the gesture is almost jarring after the intensity of what just passed between us.
“I need, I—” I whimper, and before I can finish, he’s pulling me to my feet and lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His hands grip my thighs, pulling off my pants in one swift motion as he steps between my legs.
His mouth crashes into mine. I kiss him back with equal fervor as he presses me against the cold granite counter. There’s no tenderness now, only a primal, unrelenting need.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I gasp as his hands move to my breasts, his touch rough and demanding, and the ache between my thighs grows almost unbearable.
“Lucian,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need. He doesn’t respond with words, only actions, his mouth trailing lower untilhe finds the sensitive peak of my breast. His tongue flicks over it, teasing and tormenting.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips trail down my stomach. He kneels before me, his hands gripping my hips as he spreads my legs wider. His breath ghosts over the damp fabric of my panties. I shudder in anticipation.
“You’re so wet for me.” He licks a stripe through the thin fabric, and my hips jerk instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction. His low chuckle vibrates against me, sending another wave of heat through my body. “Impatient.”
