Page 15 of Veradel
“Got you,” he says, capturing my wrists and locking them above my head.
“You got me,” I repeat in a whisper.
The hairs on my arms straighten as goosebumps crawl along my skin. His warmth is magnified, and wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him closer, heart melting, trying to get him to put his full weight on me.
Clarity starts to return for a moment.
Ferns encircle us, closing us in. Treetops fold over each other, layers and layers of leaves blocking out the night sky except for one slice where a full moon hovers above us. Am I monstrous for wanting this right here, right now? Out in the open, on the forest floor?
“Eyes on me,” Lucan says, bringing my attention back to his face. “Right here is perfect. And inside of you is going to be my new favorite place.” He drags his canines across the shell of my ear, then pulls my earlobe into his mouth and sinks his teeth into it.
I gasp, the reality of the forest melting away until it’s just him and me.
Lucan hums in appreciation, then lets his lips roam down my neck, nibbling and sucking.
“I’ve scoured your mind,” he says against my throat, “but I still have so many things to discover about your body. Like where I can put my tongue to drag the loudest gasp from you. Or which position is your favorite. Or how hard your legs will shake when you come…” Before I can voice my confusion, Lucan chuckles against my skin, applying pressure against me with his hard length. “On mycock.”
A moan rattles up my throat at the word, how exhilarating it makes me feel. One of Lucan’s hands skates down my sternum. My hips press up. His press down, his erection pressing right up against where I burn for him.
I try to squirm against him to get more friction, but he shakes his head with a devious grin and peels himself away, hovering over me.
“You’re going to make me suffer?” I breathe out.
He presses his lips to mine, then dips his mouth to the low neckline of my slip and pulls it down with his teeth. “Only the best kind. Besides, gentle isn’t in my nature.”
A bolt of electricity shoots down to my belly button when Lucan swirls his tongue over my nipples, teasing me as he switches back and forth.
“More,” I beg, even though that’s always been against the Cardinal Rules, to want more.
But Lucan’s eyes burst with pride for voicing what I want. “You deserve it all.”
And yet, he still takes his time: edging the hem of my new dress up to my waist, biting into my hip, swiping his tongue in one long drag up me.
I arch into him and reach for his pants, eager for him to bare everything to me, but he pins my arms by my side with a click of his tongue and straightens on his knees.
“You’re going to watch, Saskia,” he says, unbuttoning his pants, the zipper following torturously slowly, “as I ravage you. No touching me yet. I won’t be able to focus with your hands on me. You understand?”
I swallow thickly and nod, nearly out of mind when he reaches into his pants and pulls out his erection.
My mouth waters, imagining my lips wrapped around his shaft, my own tongue teasing the head.
“Let me taste you,” I plead.
Lucan strokes himself, eyes blazing as they bounce between my mouth and lower down, where my dress has tangled up around my knees, exposing me. And then his lips curl.
“Not yet.” Dragging the head of his cock through my arousal, he lets out a harsh breath. “Fuck. You’re so perfectly wet for me, Saskia.”
A sharp flame of pure need singes up my spine. “Lucan,” I whimper.
“Say it,” he rasps. “Say you want the Monster to fuck you.”
I can hardly get the words out as he presses his tip against me. “I want the Monster to fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
Then he drives into me, punishing me with one long stroke without letting me adjust to his size. His hips slam into mine just as my gasp echoes through the forest, and my entire body rages like a wildfire.
“I was right.” Lucan holds himself there, his expression crumpling as if the bliss borders on the point of pain. His eyes fasten to where we’re joined, the gold in his irises molten. Finally he begins to move, his pupils simultaneously eternally satisfied and hungrier than ever. “My. New. Favorite. Place,” he says with a harsh thrust between each word.
