Page 9 of Veradel
I nod again, eager to experience itall. “I know.”
I think it’s my favorite thing about him—how he’s just himself.
He inhales through his nose, steps closer, and wraps his hand around the vial again.
I stay still despite the tingle that connects down my spine. His presence fills my mind again, silently this time, like a dark shadow exploring every recess and trying to find something.
Understanding settles into me.I’mnotin pain,I insist.
A satisfied smile spreads across his lips before he releases the necklace and his two enormous hands drop to my hips, his thumbs digging into the lace of my underwear that skims across my skin.
Like I’m weightless, he lifts me onto his large dresser. Sitting, I still don’t even reach him eye to eye.
“Lean back,” he commands.
I place my hands down flat on the cool wood and rest my weight on my arms.
He smirks. “Better. Now show me where you want me to touch you.”
Using my pinky, I trace my top and bottom lip before I gather all my courage and drop a hand down my body, caressing over my bra and underwear. Honestly, there’s nowhere Idon’twant him to touch me. His eyes spark as he watches the path I take. Then he drags his gaze back to mine.
“I can’t stop thinking,” he whispers, glancing uncontrollably down to my lips, “about that dream.”
“Where you kissed me?” I ask with a small smile. I’ve been pushing away the details of my most recent nightmare, but the way he brought his mouth to mine is the one thing that keeps brimming to the surface of my mind. I never saw his face in that dream, but I felt his lips, and when I woke up, it felt too soon. Like I would long for that kind of touch from him again for the rest of my life.
“But it wasn’t real.” Lucan pauses, stepping between my desperately widening thighs.
His presence is all-consuming. The way he fits his body between my legs overwhelms my senses. The smell of him, the feel of him, the raw power that emanates from him.
In a fury, his lips press into mine.
The world melts away, and it’s just us enduring a frantic storm. Hard. Soft. Nips. Licks.
A real kiss. Frenetic. Starved.
I part my lips, and his tongue fights against mine, both of us eager to taste each other. And fuck, how good he tastes. Like a dark, sweet cherry on the precipice of bursting.
Running my hands through his hair, I claw him into me. If there’s any space left between us, I want it gone. Now.
Lucan groans into my mouth, a rough sound that travels through my core, as he grinds his hips. His erection rakes against my clit with a desperation I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing. I’ve never felt so wanted. So free. So wild and crazed. This is pure desire. Pure lov—lust. And I’m a whimpering mess to prove it.
Reaching behind my back, I try to unclasp my bra, but Lucan bites my bottom lip, sending a zing down my spine, and takes both of my wrists in one hand.
Chest heaving, he pulls back with a fiery look. “I don’t think so. That’s mine to remove. And burn.”
His finger swipes at the center of my bra, and it miraculously pops open just like my dress.
I crash my mouth back to his and bite just as hard as he did—maybe harder—into his full lip. Matching his intensity, I squeeze my thighs around his waist. The bitter taste of his blood coats my tongue as I run it over his bottom lip, and my hips squirm against his erection, aching for more friction.
“Fuck,” Lucan growls into my mouth before he plants kisses across my collarbone, down my sternum, until his face settles between where my bra hangs sliced open. “I’m not going to survive you.”
He tightens his grip on my wrists, pulls down hard to pin my arms. The pressure against my shoulders builds even more heat through my already ignited nerves. My head falls back as a lustful sigh escapes my lips.
“You like the pain, don’t you?” he teases me, running a flat tongue between my breasts. “When it’s just enough.” I nod. “It makes you feel alive.”
“Yes,” I murmur in confession, my cheeks heating. Maybe I shouldn’t be so turned on by it, but I have no control over my body. Maybe Lucan isn’t as into it as I am.
But then I forget my doubts as soon as Lucan takes my nipple in his mouth. I moan when he applies light pressure at first, a suction that makes me see stars dart across the ceiling. And then I gasp when his teeth sink into my sensitive skin, positive he loves this just as much as I do.
