Page 106 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
“Fine,” he acquiesced.
“Good boy,” I teased.
He growled and captured my mouth, lifting me in his arms in a smooth motion. I squealed, my ankles crossing at his lower back.
“How long do you think George will be?” I breathed, chin lifted and chest heaving against his. With my hands on his chest, I caressed his shoulders.
“I don’t know, but he’ll call me when he’s back; he’s learned his lesson.”
I sure hoped so. Five times was a lot, but not when considering that it was over the last few years.
Lucian gripped my hips and propped me onto his desk, nuzzling into my neck.
“It’s time for my dessert,” he said, voice guttural. I dropped onto my back, my eyes wide as he yanked my shorts and pantiesdown, then shoved my knees open. His pearly teeth flashed with his wide smile. He dropped to his knees.
I sucked in a breath. He was so damn fine. I licked my lips and swallowed, pushing onto my elbows.
He knew what he did to me. Sunlight fell across his face, enhancing the lighter shades of his hazel eyes.
He kept my gaze and lowered, his tongue gliding up my sex. I panted, unable to close my mouth.
Lucian thrust his tongue inside my core, and I jerked, falling onto my back to arch my hips for more of his warmth. Another swell of slick gushed free.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Ohhhhh.”
My eyelids fluttered shut.
The deliciously building orgasm halted. I clenched my hands on the desk and opened my eyes to Lucian leaning over me, mouth and chin wet.
He caught my lips.
“Taste yourself on my tongue,” he whispered.
I turned my head to deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue against his.
He made me desperate, needy, and so damn sated. Lucian moaned into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop moving my hips because I wanted more pressure. The saltiness of my slick slid against my tongue.
“Lucian, please,” I begged. I wanted release.
He chuckled.
“My needy,perfectmate.” He settled one more kiss against my lips and slid down, kissing over my clothes. Over my chest, my breast, my stomach.
I remained on pins and needles, waiting for him to reach my sex. When he finally hovered between my legs, he peeked up at me, a smirk on his lips. My toes were in a perpetual state of being curled.
He lowered and lapped across my sex in slow, maddening glides. He kept the same pace until I was a sopping-wet mess, moans and cries spilling from my lips.
“There you are, hold on, Princess, don’t come yet.” I couldn’t have stopped it if he had held a gun to my head.
Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, the wracking clench causing my sex to throb close to pain. I wasn’t sure how long I was on the blissful cloud, but I finally managed to claw out a semblance of strength to open my eyes.
He clicked his tongue. I weakly rolled my head to the side to peek down at him.
“I told you not to come,” he tsked.
“Sorry,” I blurted, still floating on the high of an orgasm.
“Looks like I have to punish you.” He shook his head. His hands cupped my waist, and he dragged me closer to the edge of the desk.
