Page 82 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
Lucian’s breath hitched, and his cock became rock hard.
“I can’t—I’m coming,” he breathed, his head dropping forward with a long moan.
I slid my hand around his knot, squeezing the pulsing flesh. Juts of cum filled my mouth in jerks. I swallowed his bitter, addictive taste, unable to take my eyes off his and the pleasure rippling across his handsome, sharp face. His lips were parted as he panted and he’d stepped forward so the shower no longer pelted over my head, instead spraying onto his back.
Water dripped from the tips of his hair hanging at his forehead. Cum dribbled out of the corner of my mouth, and I lifted away from his flesh, the thick cock throbbing in my hand. I licked my lips, collecting his release.
“Good, mate,” he breathed, and his thumb swiped across the crest of my cheek. He watched me with such love that it warmed my stomach.
The pulse of my clit hadn’t abated, and as soon as I focused on it, it seemed to overtake my body. I whined, the needy sound causing my mate to jerk.
“I have to be inside you,” he croaked and reached to lift me into his arms with such ease. He stepped out of the shower, with me clinging to him.
I curled my legs around his waist, grinding my sex against him, desperate for his claim. He hissed a breath out and pressed me against the wall near the bathroom exit. Without compunction, he slammed inside my sex. I cried out, gripping onto his shoulders. His next thrust reached so deep inside me that all I could do was drag in a breath.
He settled into a harsh rhythm, the slap of our flesh emphasized by the water. There was no way to explain the utter bliss crawling over my skin. His skin, his flesh, his vanilla scent, it all melded to create heaven. An orgasm crashed through me, and I screamed, grabbing at his shoulders.
Slowing the pump of his hips, he cupped the side of my jaw, dipping his mouth to mine. He claimed my lips, thrusting his tongue against mine.
“I love how your pussy grips my cock,” he moaned into my mouth. As if making a point, my channel clenched, forcing him to grunt. He pulled back his hips, his knot popping out of me. He didn’t leave me wanting, slamming into me again.
I could have never imagined such bliss. It was like I’d taken a drug to enhance every nerve ending. Another orgasm wracked my frame, and I clawed his skin, my nails leaving red welts. Lucian shivered, arms gripping me even tighter.
He slammed his knot inside me and stilled. I ground down, twisting my hips in a circle. Pleasure rippled along my spine.
“Oh,” I gasped.
“My Princess loves being fucked,” he murmured, too satisfied, but I couldn’t even smack at him; I was too busy trying to get him to thrust.
His hands settled on my ass, and he propped me against his cock, my cheek thumping against his chest as he strode out of the bathroom.
Moving my hips with restless twitches, I whimpered.
“Shh, mate,” he whispered, and his face hovered over mine as he lowered me onto the bed. He straightened, hands resting on my knees to widen them, still seated inside me. His head fell back, and he pumped his hips.
I panted, watching the veins straining in his neck. His utter bliss was more sexy than anything I’d ever seen.
My sex clamped onto him, squeezing repeatedly in another release. The pleasure was unreal, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Moans spilled from his lips.
“Yes, Princess, clasp me just like that,” he breathed. His thrusts slowed, and he pulled out, taking his knot away so suddenly it made me ache. I gripped the bed sheets, but before I could complain, he came all over my stomach.
His hot cum spread across my belly, the creamy liquid spreading on my skin. Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot. He gripped his cock above his knot and squeezed, releasing more cum across my sex and inner thighs.
He exhaled sharply, and his dazed eyes returned to my face.
“You undo me, Josephine.” He dropped to his knees and shoved his mouth against my need. I pushed to my elbows, mouth open from my panting. He moved his head side to side. The forceful shove of his tongue rubbed against my clit and pressed hard. My hips hiked without my consent, and he forced me down to the mattress, continuing to eat me out. A tremble started up in my legs, and he massaged his thumbs into them.
“Lucian,” I moaned. He applied more pressure to my clit, using his teeth. I screamed, my chest arching toward the sky.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or where I was. All I could focus on was Lucian and how well he took care of me. How easily he made me fall apart.My mate . . .
“I’m nowhere near close to being done with you, Princess.” He lowered his mouth to my sex again.
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Ilay panting on the bed, my body a noodle, but as exhausted as I was, the ache in my gut and between my legs was ever present.
Lucian smoothed his hand on my belly in a slow glide. His chest lay across my thighs, and he panted.
