Page 43 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
He was so fine.
“Do you like that?” I rolled my hips again. I was so wet that thesquelchof my movement was audible.
He moaned, his neck straining, causing the veins to bulge.
I whined, stopping the movement of my hips from how close I was to erupting, but not yet.
“W-why are you stopping?” he panted, eyes widening. His jaw worked from side to side, making a muscle jump in his cheek. His hips gyrated, and I gasped.
“I need you,” he whispered. Pain and ecstasy flitted over his features.
I couldn’t stay still. With my hands on his chest, I used it as a perch to bounce.
He shut his eyes, panting and breathing hard, the sounds echoing the moans I couldn’t contain.
A tingle began between my legs and expanded to the rest of my body. Lucian’s hands slid under my shirt and up my sides. He cupped my breasts, squeezing the flesh with his large hands.
The orgasm rippled through my veins and forced a cry from my mouth.
His eyes opened into narrow slits.
“You are so beautiful,” he choked out and sucked in a breath.
His knot expanded, and he groaned, head tipping back. I ground down, the thickness no longer allowing me to move. The tingles became too much.
“Josephine!” he whimpered, and cum jutted inside my channel.
I floated on a cloud as I came all over him, my sex squeezing with my release. Shivers wracked every inch of me.
I wasn’t sure how long the limbo of pleasure lasted, but I had to remind myself to breathe.
The climax finally abated, and I slumped forward, falling against his heaving chest. I couldn’t move from the utter bliss that overtook my body. Aftershocks continued to wrack me. Lucian was so still I would have thought he fell asleep if his bodywasn’t shaking. Each tremble caused me to clench around his cock.
With my head nestled in his neck, I just breathed, taking him in. His knot loosened, and with it, a rush of slick trickled out from around his knot. I moaned, wiggling my hips.
Every inch of my body felt alive with bliss, and I couldn’t move. I dozed against him, fighting the urge to fall asleep. The sandiness of my eyes only got worse.
“I should go back to my room.”
He stiffened, and his arm slid across my back more securely.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, his hand settled on my waist, and he ground his cock up, allowing me to feel the swell of his knot. Electricity ran down my spine.
Taking a short nap wasn’t me telling him I was okay withus. He was a smart man; I was sure he understood that. And so, I let myself relax against him, reveling in how good he felt.
He breathed in a steady rhythm. I tipped my chin up and inched my cheek closer to his shoulder to get a better look at him.
He looked so relaxed.
I lifted my hand toward his head. My hand hovered over his face, hesitating. There should be no harm in touching him . . . after all, he?—
He moved so fast, all I had time for was to gasp. He gripped my wrist and pressed my palm against the side of his face.
I combed my fingers through his hair until exhaustion dragged me under.
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Aloud crash ripped me out of the most restful sleep I’d had in weeks.
