Page 42 of Until She's Mine
A soft, breathy sound escapes her lips. “You’re insufferable,” she murmurs, but there’s no real reproach in her tone. If anything, she sounds intrigued.
“I’ve been called worse.” I release her and step back. “Come on. Let me show you the rest of the house.”
She follows me through the great room, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floors. The estate is vast, but every room is warm and cozy. The conservatory is filled with lush greenery, the air thick with the scent of blooming orchids. The library is lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, each one filled with first editions and rare volumes I’ve collected over the years. And then there’s the master suite—a sprawling space with a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets and a private balcony overlooking the frozen lake.
“Is this the end of your grand tour?” Evelyn steps into the master suite. Her fingers stroke the silk sheets.
“For now,” I reply, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed. My gaze lingers on Evelyn, tracing the curve ofher shoulders and the way her hair catches the firelight. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to see.”
She sits down on the edge of the bed and tilts her head, her hair falling over one shoulder. “What if I said there is?”
I push off the doorframe and step closer. “Just say a word and you’ll have it.” I stop just in front of her, looking down into her upturned face. Her eyes are wide, glassy, and her lips part slightly as she exhales a soft, shaky breath.
“You. I want you.”
I tilt her face up. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
There’s a flicker of doubt in her eyes that makes my chest tighten. But then she leans into my touch, her hand coming up to cover mine, and the doubt dissolves.
“Show me. Show me what it means to have you. To beyours.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My hand moves from Evelyn’s cheek to her nape, tangling in her hair as I pull her closer. Our lips meet in a kiss that’s both tender and passionate, a collision of longing and restraint. She responds instantly, her hands sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck, her body pressing against mine.
The intensity builds quickly as the kiss deepens. My other hand finds her waist, pulling her closer until there’s no space left between us.
“Lucian,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need. Her hands slide down to my chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I let her, my own hands roaming over her body, exploring every curve. The fabric of her dress slides under my fingers, smooth and cool, but beneath it, her skin is hot.
I break the kiss just long enough to pull her dress over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. She gasps as the cold air hits her bare skin, but I’m already covering her with my body, my lips finding hers again in a searing kiss. My hands slide down her back, tracing her spine before I grip her hips and lift her onto thebed. Evelyn falls back against the pillows, her hair splayed out like a dark halo around her head.
“You’re so beautiful.” I kneel between her legs. My eyes roam over her body: the obscene swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the long line of her legs. She watches me with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.
I lean down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak.
Evelyn’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as I lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between teasing licks and gentle bites. Her skin is sweet like honey, and her soft gasps and breathy moans drive me wild.
My mouth trails lower, leaving a path of fire down her stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. She trembles beneath me, her hips lifting instinctively as I press a kiss to the sensitive skin just above where she needs me most. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she lets out a soft whimper when I finally, finally taste her.
She’s perfect, warm, wet, and so responsive that it’s all I can do to keep my desire in check. My tongue flicks over her clit in slow, short strokes, and her thighs tighten around my head. I don’t relent, working her with a precision that leaves her writhing beneath me.
“Lucian,” she gasps, tugging me closer. “Please.”
I know what she’s asking for, and I give it to her without hesitation. Rough and messy. My tongue circles her clit faster now, my fingers sliding inside her to push her over the edge. She comes with a cry that echoes through the room, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.
She collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her skin flushed with the afterglow of her release. I press a lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh before crawling up her body, my lips brushing against her skin as I move. Her hands find myshoulders, pulling me up to meet her in a searing kiss. The taste of her on my lips is addictive, and I groan into her mouth.
Her fingers fumble with the waistband of my pants. I help her, stripping off the rest of my clothes with quick, impatient movements. She takes me in, her breath hitching as she reaches out to wrap her hand around my rock-hard cock. I grit my teeth against the wave of pleasure that shoots through me.
“Not yet,” I growl, capturing her wrist and pinning it above her head.
Her eyes darken with desire. “Please, Lucian, I need—”
“Your tight little pussy won’t be able to take me if you’re not ready.” My free hand trails down her body, fingers brushing over her sensitive flesh, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me. “One more time,” I say. My fingers slide inside her again, curling just right to make her gasp and arch off the bed. She’s still trembling from her first orgasm, but I can feel her body responding, tightening around my fingers as I work her toward another peak. “I want you to come for me again before I take you.”
Evelyn’s hips rock against my hand as she chases her pleasure. “Lucian, I can’t—It’s too much—”
“You can. You’re so close, love. Let go.”
Her body tenses, and she comes undone again, her cry muffled against my neck. I hold her through it, my fingers slowing as she trembles in my arms.
