Page 16 of Veradel
Breaths are forced from my lungs. All my senses heighten. Inhaling sharply at the pressure, I arch my back, trying to somehow get closer to him when he’sinsideof me, all the way to the hilt. The intensity on his face makes me want to reach up and trace every line of his desire etched into it, grab fistfuls of his hair, and feel his heartbeat under my palm.
But I obey him and keep my arms above my head, because no touching. That’s one rule I can follow. For now.
Lucan’s thumb drags quick circles over my clit, and the sensation blinds me. Stars flicker in my vision, and heat builds in my core.
Lucan increases his pace until my legs shake uncontrollably.
“Come on my cock, baby.”
With wild moans that carry on the wind, my entire body obeys, shuddering through shockwave after shockwave as I clench around him.
When I go still, Lucan slips out of me slowly, but I’m quickly using the opportunity to wrap my palm around him. The weight of him in my hand. The heat against my skin. The massive size of him.
It all makes me want to wrestle back control.
Releasing a little pressure, I glide my hand up and down his shaft, using soft strokes at first. Then I grip him firmer, smiling at the way Lucan’s chest heaves and his abs contract.
He groans when I run my thumb over his head and through the pre-cum beading there before following with my tongue. The deep sound shoots through my core, but Lucan’s eyes shoot open.
“Teasing me?” he chuckles. His left eyebrow curves upward along with his smirk. “Youwantto suffer, don’t you?”
I nod honestly, my heartbeat stuttering as it waits for my next welcome punishment. With hope in my chest, I part my lips expectantly, but Lucan only chuckles darkly.
“I’m not going to come in your mouth the first time, Saskia,” he tells me plainly.
Suddenly, he flips me over, maneuvering my body however he wants with ease. On all fours, I spread my legs for him, desperate for him to be inside me again.
Thankfully, he doesn’t waste time.
His cock fills me again, pressing against me with shallow pumps of his hips, until he can’t take the slow pace anymore.
His fingers twist into the roots of my hair, before he wraps his palm with the strands of my hair—once, twice.
He tugs my head back, forcing me to look up at the treetops and night sky. Even though he’s not entirely gentle, a content sigh leaves my lungs.
“That’s it,” he coos, his lips against my ear. “You love it when you’re mine, don’t you?”
I try to nod but his grip is so tight on the roots of my hair, my head can’t move.
“Yes,” I pant, as my body heaves forward from the force. “I’m yours.”
My hips grind back, chasing the orgasm he’s building, like the electricity that usually joins us is overflowing beneath my skin.
“Are you going to come with me, Saskia?” he asks, voice low.
But he doesn’t need an answer.
His hand settles around my neck, squeezes slightly, as he turns sloppy and his fingers find my clit. Instantly, the pleasure stacks on top of itself, shooting up my core, from each sensation where Lucan is connected to me in some way.
The rhythm becomes chaotic as we both moan out each other’s names into the dark. The pleasure building becomes other-worldly, out-of-body, almost as if it’s too perfect, too right, tooeverything.And maybe I wasn’t meant to ever find it, and the Wall was merely a barrier to prevent this cataclysm from ever happening—a higher power interfering, like always. Because how can I feel thismuch?
“I’ve been starved of you for centuries, little nightmare,” Lucan rasps.
And then he sinks his canines into my shoulder, and we both unravel together, like the threads of the very universe coming undone.
We’re still lying here silently over half an hour later, curled into each other and watching the moon through the treetops as the dark clouds drift by.
Every second that ticks by is just one more moment that reality doesn’t creep back into our lives. But even when you delay it, time always has a way of yanking off the wool you’ve put in front of your eyes. Ignorance isn’t bliss forever.
