Page 49 of Until She's Mine
I don’t hesitate. My hands move to the straps of my bikini top, fingers trembling as I undo the ties and let it fall to the floor. Lucian takes me in, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His touch is firm but gentle, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as I grind against him. The friction is almost too much, and I ripple with slippery hot need, to be touched, fucked, filled.
I needmore.
Lucian’s hands clasp my hips, guiding me. “Good girl.”
His hands slide down to grip my thighs with a possessiveness that makes my breath hitch. My movements become faster, seeking the friction.
Lucian’s lips find my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks I know will linger for days. I tilt my head back, giving him better access.
His mouth moves lower, trailing hot kisses down my chest until he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
“Lucian.”
He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, alternating between teasing licks and gentle bites that make me writhe in his lap. With one hand, he pulls my bikini bottoms aside, letting the hot length of his cock press against my slick folds. I whimper, my hips jerking instinctively as he teases me, the tip of him brushing against my clit before sliding lower, barely parting my lips.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”
He continues to torment me, his rock-hard cock sliding through my slickness but not entering.
“Please.” My voice breaks. “Lucian, please.”
There’s a smug satisfaction in his gaze that makes my cheeks flush. “Please, what?”
“I need you,” I beg. “Please, just—Just the tip.”
Lucian’s lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. “Just the tip? You think you can handle that, Evelyn? Just a little taste?”
A gasp escapes my lips as he shifts, his cock nudging against my entrance—so close but still not giving me what I crave. My nails dig into his skin, trembling with the effort of holding back, of not just sinking onto him fully.
“Yes, please, just the tip. I need it.”
His fingers tighten on my hips, holding me still as he finally,finallyeases the head of himself inside me. The stretch is exquisite, my body clenching around him instantly, cravingmore. But he doesn’t give it to me. He keeps me there, suspended on that razor’s edge of pleasure and torment.
“Look at you.” His voice is thick with approval. “Taking just the tip like a good girl. So desperate for it.” His thumb brushes over my clit in slow circles, making me jerk in his lap. “But you know what happens when you beg for scraps, don’t you?”
Before I can answer, he thrusts all the way in with one sharp movement, seating himself fully inside. I cry out, my hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as I try to ground myself against the overwhelming sensation.
Lucian’s grip on my hips is unyielding, his breath hot against my neck as he holds me there, letting me adjust to the stretch of him. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he’s holding himself back from taking me with the full force of his desire.
“You wanted just the tip,” he says. “But you’re going to take all of me.”
I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. My body is already clenching around him, craving more, craving everything he’s willing to give. Slowly, he begins to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in.
The rhythm he sets is maddeningly slow, but each thrust is deep and precise, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My head falls back, and I surrender to the sensations of full,so full. Lucian’s hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him.
“You’re mine. Completely, irrevocably mine.”
The heat between us is palpable, his every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through me. The room is filled with the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional moan that escapes my lips.
“Look at me,” he commands.
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming. He thrusts harder, deeper, sending small shudders down my spine.
“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around me, Evelyn. You’re so tight, so perfect.”
The pleasure is building to an unbearable peak. Lucian’s hands move from my hips to grip my ass, forcing me up and down onto him with each thrust as he drives us both closer to the brink.
