Page 48 of Until She's Mine
His fingers tighten around my waist, grounding me as he waits for my response. His patience is both a comfort and a challenge; he won’t push unless I let him. But I’m tired of hesitating and holding back. I want to give in to this. To him.
“Yes.” My voice trembles. “I want to be good for you.”
The corners of his mouth tilt upward in a predatory smirk. “Then show me how good you can be.”
Lucian scoops me up into his arms with ease, carrying me down the hallway toward the master bedroom. Anticipation coils tight in my stomach as he pushes the door open with his foot and steps inside.
The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a silvery sheen over the plushbed and the tangled sheets. Lucian sets me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist as he steps back to look at me.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice rough with desire but still controlled, still patient. “Tell me exactly what you need from me tonight.”
I swallow hard. “I want... I want to be told what to do. I want you to take complete control. I don’t want to think.”
“Good girl.” His fingers trail down my arm until they wrap around my wrist, pulling it gently but firmly above my head. His other hand cups my cheek, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You’re mine tonight, Evelyn. Every inch of you belongs to me. Do you understand?”
I nod, my pulse racing as the weight of his words settles over me like a heavy blanket. There’s no fear, only trust and a deep, unshakable need to let go. “Yes.”
His lips brush against mine in a soft kiss, a promise of what’s to come. When he pulls back, his eyes are blazing with intensity. “On your knees.”
I don’t hesitate. The hardwood floor is cool beneath my knees as I sink down in front of him, my hands resting on my thighs. My breath comes in shallow gasps as I look up at him, waiting for his next command.
Lucian’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently to tilt my head back. His other hand traces the line of my jaw before sliding down to grip my chin. “Open your mouth.”
I obey instantly, my lips parting. He steps closer, his free hand moving to the waistband of his trousers. I watch, transfixed, as he lowers his swimsuit with deliberate slowness.
When he finally steps out of the fabric, my breath catches. He’s already hard, his arousal evident as he stands before me. My mouth waters at the sight of him, and the heat pools between my thighs.
“Good girl.” His grip on my hair tightens as he guides me closer. “Now, show me how much you love sucking cock. I know you’re gagging for it, my little cocksucker.”
My cheeks flush, but I don’t hesitate. I lean forward, my lips brushing against the tip of his arousal. The taste of him is intoxicating, bitter and salty, and I moan softly as I take him into my mouth. Lucian lets out a low, guttural sound.
My tongue swirls around him as I begin to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of him against my lips and the way his breath hitches with every stroke. His fingers tighten in my hair, guiding me as I take more of him, my throat working to accommodate his length. The sensation is overwhelming, but I don’t pull away.
I want this, wanthim, more than anything.
Lucian’s other hand moves to grip my shoulder, holding me steady as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth. The rhythm is slow and teasing, each movement calculated to draw out every bit of pleasure for both of us. My eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the way he fills my throat completely.
“That’s it. Take it all. You’re doing so well.”
His words sink under my skin, stroking the fire inside me. I wish I could reach out to touch myself, to ease the ache growing between my thighs, but I know better than to move without his permission. My hands remain on my thighs as I focus solely on Lucian, on how his fingers in my hair clench and relax with each thrust.
The low, guttural groans he makes only fuel my need to please him, to take him deeper, to make him come undone. His hips move with a growing urgency, and I can feel him teetering on the edge. My throat tightens as I swallow around him.
“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice breaking as his fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair.
I whine. My lips are still parted, swollen, as Lucian’s grip tightens in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are black, almost feral, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He releases my hair, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He steps back, leaving me kneeling on the floor as he moves to the bed. My body trembles with anticipation. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his legs spread, and gestures for me to come closer.
I move toward him on unsteady knees, the cool air brushing against my heated skin. My pulse races as I settle between his legs.
“Up,” he commands.
I rise to my feet, and he pulls me onto his lap. His hands grip my hips as I straddle him. His arousal presses against me, and I feel the heat of it through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Show me.” There’s a hunger in his eyes, a raw, unbridled desire. “Show me how much you want this.”
