Page 51 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
He pulled me again, but this time, it was more forceful and with direction. My knees landed on the couch with my hands propped on the cushions, and he pressed against my back. I froze, my stomach swirling with nerves.
His arms banded around my stomach and pressed me flush to his front. The waft of alcohol reached my nose. How long had he been drinking?
“Don’t leave me, just give me a chance. I will show you I mean what I’ve said. You are everything to me.” His voice cracked along with my heart.
He sounded so pained, so sincere. As much as I didn’t want it to, his words chipped at my icy shield.
“No. No. No.” I shook my head vigorously. “You don’t get to do that.” I swallowed hard, fixing my gaze at the wall across from me. “It’s not fair.”
“I know, darling,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing against my belly. “I know what damage I’ve done to you. I’m sorry for it, more than you will ever comprehend.”
My heart couldn’t take this; it pulsed in my temples from how hard I was struggling to keep my composure. But it was too much, my emotions overflowed.
I let out a sob, and my elbows gave out, and I landed on the couch with my cheek against it. Another sob burst free. I cupped my damp face, trying to drag the tears back in, but it was like a dam bursting.
Lucian lifted my legs onto the couch and rolled me onto my back, all while I held my face—crying.
“Shh, my precious mate,” he breathed. His weight fell on top of me, more comforting than I wanted it to be. I wept, my shoulders jerking. He caressed the side of my head with soothing, gentle sounds, letting me cry.
He pressed butterfly kisses along my jaw, the brush of his lips reverent. He kissed down to my throat to where his mark rested. The touch of his lips stilled me. Pleasure spiked through my nerve endings. He kissed the claiming bite again. My head fell to the side, exposing my throat. He ran his tongue over it, and I gasped, my hips twitching.
Pressure built between my legs with the urge to be fucked. A soft growl left his lips, and he licked it again. I jolted, my fingers curling into his T-shirt.
“My mate,” he rumbled and placed a kiss there again. He inched down with shuffling scoots until he hovered over my waist. “Please give me a chance to show you how much I worship you.”
Lucian slid his fingers into the band of my leggings and dragged them down, along with my panties. The cold air caused goose bumps to rise along my skin. I could only watch my mate slowly remove the clothes with shaking hands.
He set his palms on my thighs, widening the spread until my sex was exposed to him. My lips parted on a harsh exhale.
“Mmmm, such a beauty.” He stared, devouring every inch of me. His eyes flicked up to mine, remaining half-lidded as he inched down on the couch.
With his attention on me, he lowered and glided his tongue up the slit of my sex. I cried out, my back arching.
“Watch me eat your pretty pussy,” he murmured. I pushed to my elbows. Lucian angled his head to the side and thrust his tongue inside me. My slit parted to his skillful tongue. Hedragged his tongue up to my clit, and he flicked it. I jerked, gasping. Lucian kept hold of my eyes and repeated the motion, eliciting the same reaction from my body.
The corner of his lips turned up, and he angled his head down to suck the bundle of nerves between his lips. Electricity spiked through my veins and caused my toes to curl. The roll of his tongue continued at a steady pace.
A tremble started up in my legs. Pants and moans fell from my mouth. Lucian ate me out like I was his last meal.
Throbs from my orgasm caused tremors throughout my body. I panted, my fingers digging into the cushions. My body jerked with each throb in my channel. The couch shuddered under Lucian’s weight.
Sleepily, I opened my eyes. He swiped his tongue across his lower lip, and the image of him licking my need off his mouth did something to me. I flexed my sex, and it wrung free another throb.
Lucian caught my mouth, kissing me with skill. His tongue danced against mine. With careful flicks, he coaxed me into the kiss until I was shoving my tongue against his.
He moaned.
The swell of my orgasm faded, but all his kisses did was make me want more. I lifted my hands to his chest and slid them down, feeling every inch of his muscles.
“We shouldn’t fuck until you’re feeling better,” I breathed.
He stilled over me.
It took me a moment to realize the undertone of my comment.
“N-not that I’ve decided to stay with you—” I cut off with a squeal, waving my hands in front of me.
Lucian shoved his pants down, and his cock bobbed free, the tip coated with precum. With one arm, he hooked it under my knee and lifted. The stretch worked through the joint.
