Page 59 of Necromance
I barely noticed when my dress slipped into a pool of fabric on the floor or when he paused to remove my undergarments. Only when he stepped back and those dark eyes pierced me, running the length of my exposed body, did I almost lose my nerve.
Almost.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. I moved forward, shoving away any trepidation. I wanted this. Ineededit to remember when he was gone and my heart shredded into a million pieces.
I stepped into his open arms, the warmth of him spreading over my skin. My hands trembled slightly as my fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. He smiled reassuringly, his hand coming up to steady mine.
“Let me,” he said, bringing my fingers to his lips briefly before…
He flickered.
My heart stopped.
“Lucien?”
He smiled as his form wavered and flickered more. “Shh,” he soothed, then suddenly he vanished. My lungs constricted, my heart pounded, and my legs felt like they would give out beneath me.
“Lucien?” I yelled, panic rising…
Warm, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind me and his breath grazed my ear as he whispered.
“I’m right here, witch.”
I let out a shaky breath, turning in his arms to face him…
His broad, muscular chest was exposed. My eyes drifted down his body, my breath catching. He was perfect.
I stepped back on shaky legs, letting my eyes move lower. My stomach fluttered when they landed on the mass of his erection. I swallowed hard, a new wave of nervousness pulsing inside of me.
“Is that… will it…” I had so many questions and yet, words wouldn’t form in my brain.
Hells, how would that work?
Lucien’s mouth curved up and a wicked gleamsparkled in his dark eyes.
“Come here, Mia.”
I hesitated and he held out his arms. Slowly, cautiously, I stepped into them, his rigid member pressing into my stomach as he pulled me close. I stiffened for a moment, but then his mouth was on mine, gentle at first then all consuming. His tongue eased between my lips, tangling with mine. I moaned when his teeth gently scraped against my bottom lip and his hand slid over my hip, further and further until he gripped my bottom.
He kissed his way down my neck and I arched against him when his mouth found my breast. My heart pounded wickedly with anticipation and nervousness when he dropped to his knees. I stared down at him, tangling my hands in his dark waves. He glanced up at me, our eyes locking for the briefest moment before his lashes fell and his lips touched my stomach.
“Lucien,” I said, his name nothing but a sigh.
He moved further down, his hands gently urging my legs to part. I gasped, shivering with a flush.
“What—“ before I could form my question, his tongue tasted me. I choked on a ragged breath as he lingered there, stroking the sensitive part of me with slow, deliberate movements that made my legs weak. My head fell back and without my permission, I opened wider to him, pressing my hips forward.
“Oh my hell,” I murmured as the pleasure of what his mouth was doing coiled deep inside of me.
He groaned, pausing long enough to back me against the bed. I sank, my legs no longer strong enough to hold me up. He stayed kneeling in front of me, easing me to lay back before hooking my legs over his shoulder.
“You taste like heaven, little witch.” He said, voice dark and heavy. Then his tongue plunged inside of me.
I cried out his name, delighting in the wicked things he was doing to me. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve prickling with sensation. His tongue slid in and out a moment longer before going back to that spot I so desperately wanted his mouth. My head fell side to side, small whimpers escaping me as my breaths became pants. Over and over, his tongue swirled and licked. I arched, pressing my hips into him, needing more.
“That’s it, witch,” he murmured. “Let go.”
I moaned and sucked in small, delirious breaths as the pleasure built higher and higher. I was caught between needing it to end before I died from the sensation and never wanting it to stop.
