Page 58 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
“Is that right?” he said huskily. The little touches against my waist were starting the tingling sensation again.
Vanilla filled my nose.
“Yeah,” I breathed, swaying toward his neck to inhale more of him, and set my hand on his chest. The top of his unbuttoned shirt allowed me a sliver of his skin. I took advantage and slid my fingers into the parted fabric.
He was so warm. I shivered and met his eyes, a tiny bit lower than mine since I was on his lap.
“I really like how you feel,” I murmured. With little twists, I undid more of his buttons, exposing his pale, muscled skin.
Lucian groaned, watching me through slitted eyes. I licked my lips, refocusing on opening his shirt. I reached the last button, and his shirt fell wide. Humming, I dragged my fingertips over the muscle. Goose bumps raised across his flesh, and I sank my teeth into my lower lip.
Fuck, he’s so hot.
I reached his nipple and brushed my finger across it, then continued to his neck. His eyes were focused on his claiming bite.
I’d been wanting to look at my bite on him, too. I grabbed his hand and rolled his sleeve up to his elbow. I turned his arm. My bite had become a pinkish blush on his skin. I brushed my fingers against it, and he shuddered.
His hand lifted and rested over my neck, thumb settling under my jaw to turn my chin up to him. The graze of his hand against my mark flared my lust to desperation, making me gasp.
Lucian claimed my lips, his tongue curling around mine as he possessed my mouth.
I grazed my teeth against his lower lip, and he grunted. His hand on my waist stiffened, and he pulled back with a sharp exhale.
“Does it feel good to you, too?” I whispered. Every time he touched my mark, it caused shivers to explode down my spine. His mark had become a pleasure spot. Instead of answering, he stood. I yelped from the suddenness, scrabbling to hold the swinging edges of his shirt, but I didn’t need to worry; his arm slid under my ass, and he hoisted me onto the edge of the desk.
“Lie back,” he ordered gruffly. The huskiness in his voice made my core clench. “I need to taste my mate.”
He turned me on so easily.
“Don’t hurt your leg?—"
Lucian spread my thighs so quickly, his movement took me by surprise. I gawked down at him, wide-eyed and breathless. He hovered over my pelvis, and his shoulders rippled. The next thing I knew, he shoved his finger into my sex. I gasped, my hips arching toward the pressure. They shoved even deeper.
“I hate you.” My whisper turned into a moan. He pressed his lips against my belly and, keeping his eyes on mine, he ran his lips over my pelvis and sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out, and the pressure lessened as he pulled back.
“Hate me for as long as you want, Princess, but hate me while your thighs shake around my head.” Lucian lowered again and rolled the bundle of nerves between his lips, his tongue flicking against the aching flesh. I couldn’t stop trembling. In a swift move, he curved his fingers up, pushing them deeper inside my channel.
Every one of his moves made me crazy. I whimpered, my hips moving with little pulses. He rubbed against my G-spot, ripping a scream from my throat.
“Good girl.” He lifted his head and murmured, “I love your needy little sounds.”
I panted, getting a break from the intense pleasure. With my eyelids drooping, I watched him savor me like a wolf feeding on their first hunt.
He rubbed his fingertips along the entrance of my pussy.
“So beautiful,” he groaned. He dipped his head and shoved his tongue deep in my channel. My hips lifted toward his mouth from the suddenness, and I squeezed my eyes tight.
He plunged his tongue deep inside.
“This pussy is mine. It will always be mine.”
Another finger thrust, and I screamed, my spine arching off the desk. My hands knocked into a stapler, but I didn’t pay it any more attention; the pleasure licking up my spine was too good.
“Lucian,” I moaned.
“Yes, my mate?” His lips moved against my sex. I shivered, undone by his voice. I couldn’t get a word out because he rubbed his tongue against my clit, simultaneously thrusting his finger.
Sensation rippled down my spine. I couldn’t stop my noises, everything felt heightened and intense.
