Page 104 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
“I’m sorry.” His words took me by complete surprise. “I have—” He paused and exhaled slowly. “No right in taking my anger out on you.”
All I could do was stare up at him. He closed his eyes and jerked his head from side to side with a quick shake.
“When was it?” he gritted out between his teeth. I studied the tension on his face: thinned lips and the stiff plane of his jaw. My stomach dropped, swirling with discomfort. This must be how he felt when I asked him all my questions.
“It was right after I left the clinic. That day he let me sleep on his couch.” A growl escaped Lucian, and he felt like he could rupture at any moment. I eyed him until he took a deep breath with his eyes closed. “The vomiting . . .” he mumbled, the words so low as if he spoke to himself. Once he opened them, a semblance of calm settled. “I approached him and kissedhim.” I said as I licked my lips.
The grinding of his molars was audible, and his jaw jumped in conjunction with the sound. “It was in the moment, and I just wanted to punish you.”
I closed my eyes, getting my breathing under control so I didn’t drown under the guilt I couldn’t help but feel.
“Consider me punished,” he croaked. I finally opened my eyes to meet his. They welled with unshed tears, rendering me mute. He pulled back, and my feet thumped onto the tile. Instead of leaving as I half expected, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and made quick work of undoing them to drag them down to my ankles.
I didn’t bother trying to stop him. His determination bled through his pores. He dropped onto his knees and carefully unhooked one pant leg from my feet. I stood in front of him bare from the waist down. He cupped my hips and pressed his cheek against my belly.
Lucian shuddered, rubbing his cheek on my flesh. He kissed my hip bone and inhaled hard, smelling my skin. A shudder worked over his wide shoulders. As he rose to his feet, he lifted my shirt, leaving me no choice but to put my arms up. He tossed the garment over his shoulder and stepped so close I had to lift my head to keep his gaze.
His thumbs caressed the inner swell of my breasts where the bra met my skin. His fingertips dragged across the band all the way around until he reached the clasp and undid it. The bra straps slid down my arms.
Cold air rose goose bumps across my flesh. I followed his eyes to my puckered nipples. His hands cupped the bottom of my breasts, and he palmed the flesh. Lucian leaned down and took a nipple between his lips. My shoulders jerked back, hitting the wall, but he didn’t relent, twisting his tongue and grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh.
He squeezed them, ripping a moan from my throat. With the same attention, he moved to my other breast.
The dampness between my thighs was only getting worse, and my breathing echoed in my ear. Every nerve ending was alive. His hands trembled against me. He lifted, leaving my wet nipple behind.
I slid my hands down his chest to the front of his sweats. It was easy to pull his cock free. I squeezed the shaft, the side of my thumb brushing against his bulbous knot. His hips jolted forward, thrusting his silky skin into my palm. The way his hands shook broke my heart.
He grabbed my hips and hoisted me up. I curled my legs around his waist.
The warm glide of his cock entering me sent shivers to my toes. I leaned back, pressing my shoulders into the cold wall and lifting my hips to shove myself onto his knot. The rub against my clit made me cry out.
Lucian thrust, flattening my back against the wall. He withdrew and slid inside me again and again. The wet sounds of our fucking flared my lust. I slid my palms under his shirt and traveled up his hard abs to settle on his chest.
He set a fast, punishing pace, hard and desperate. I widened my thighs and pressed my heels into his spine. Lucian grunted into my ear. His panting was so fucking hot. My toes curled, pleasure spreading through every nerve ending.
With a gasp, I stiffened. The orgasm fired through my veins. Lucian pumped against me with tight, hard grinds. Each time his knot shoved harder and harder against my clit, my eyes closed. I slid my hands out of his shirt and around his shoulders, holding on tight.
My channel throbbed around his shaft. He didn’t stop claiming me, allowing me no rest. He pushed me into another intense orgasm, making my channel release a gush of slick.
I couldn’t stop crying out and yanking at the cotton covering his shoulders. The throbs finally settled, and my breathing was loud to my ears. His hands pinned me against the wall, and he withdrew, slamming into my pussy with a harsh shove. The sounds of sex were maddening.
Tingles radiated from my sex, and my legs were turning numb. His pace remained hard and controlled. I forced my eyes to his thinned lips and the bliss playing across his features. He whimpered, his hands climbing up my sides, edged with desperation. He was chasing us toward an orgasm. He was so damn pretty . . .
The familiar tremors began in my legs. He groaned, and that was all I needed to shoot into another orgasm. He dragged in a breath and stiffened.
His knot swelled inside me, no longer allowing him to move. In the next breath, his shaft jerked and cum warmed my channel. The twitch of his cock made me whine and twitch on him.
“I’m—” he moaned against my throat. “I’m so fucking sorry I hurt you.” His words only served to heighten my release. I could feel every fucking part of my body. I yanked at his shirt, thrashing against the wall he pinned me against. The dig of his fingers into my hips relaxed until it was no longer pinching.
“I love you,” I whispered into his neck. His cock twitched, releasing another jut of warmth inside my core, and he squeezed me so hard, I couldn’t breathe. He shuddered, pulling back to look down at me.
“You are my everything, Josephine.” His eyes glistened.
A soft smile spread on my lips, and I dragged him to my mouth.
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER
