Page 69 of Veradel
Slinking to my knees between his legs, I reach out and inch Lucan’s shirt over his head. Each tense ridge of muscle reveals itself as I peel it off and fling it to the side. Next I slide my palm down his shaft bulging in his pants with a sly smile.
Lucan hisses through his teeth.
I waste no time unbuttoning and unzipping to let his cock spring free. Wrapping a hand around him, my mouth waters when my thumb runs over the wet tip.
“I’ve never done this,” I whisper.
He covers the back of my hand with his, stopping my slow strokes. “Saskia—”
I cut him off with a firm voice. “I want to.”
His hand rises to my face, and he sweeps his thumb across my cheekbone as his eyes bore holes in mine, then laser across my lips, an understanding passing between us. He presses his thumb along the seam of my mouth, so I part my lips to let him slip it in. My tongue swirls around the rough pad of his fingerprint.
“Beautiful,” he coos.
I release the suction around his thumb, wanting to look beautiful with something else in my mouth.
Teasing his cock with one long stroke of my tongue along the bottom, I savor the taste of him as a rush of heat twists below my belly button.
He’s warm and heady, filling my throat as he presses into me gently. My tongue works itself over every vein, trying to memorize the way he feels, how large he is.
I moan when our eyes connect and Lucan thumbs my hollowed cheek. He watches himself slide in and out of my mouth through half-lidded eyes until they flutter closed.
Then it’s my turn to watch him through my eyelashes, power building in my chest at how wild and crazed he looks. Proud of how much of an effect I have on him.
Lucan sucks in a sharp breath before his voice comes out hoarse. “Does that make you wet, little nightmare? Having my cock in your mouth?”
I nod, the gush between my legs undeniable, and wrap my full lips around him now.
Up and down, I work my lips and my tongue as Lucan gathers my hair in his fist and mumbles curse words under his breath.
Instinctually, I know what to do, and it’s easy to follow his cues whenever he groans for me or his legs tremble. I quickly learn that he especially likes it when I take him deep enough to hit the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell, this is the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen,” he whispers to himself when I’m able to take him to hilt. Words flow out from under his breath. “The sunrise lighting up those red lips locked around me. You’re a dream, Saskia.”
I hum appreciatively for him, lost in the sensation of bringing someone else such an immense pleasure. Never before have Iwantedto bring someone else immense pleasure. My fingers find my own clit, which makes Lucan moan out my name.
Suddenly, his thighs tense, and he tries to pull himself out of my mouth. I shake my head, wrapping my hand around the base of him to keep him right here.
“Is that what you want?” he asks. “You want to swallow?”
I reluctantly tear my mouth away for a moment. “Yes,” I confirm, and when he hesitates, I practically beg, “Lucan, I want to taste you in a different way.”
He captures my mouth with his for one long kiss where our tongues meet fervently before he guides me by my hair back to the head of his cock.
I brush my lips over him, slick with my saliva. Then it takes only a few strokes before a hoarse sound rips from his chest as he spills into my mouth.
The salty, slightly sweet, and heady taste of him ignites my core. It might even be better than his blood. He shutters when I pull my head back.
“Not yet,” Lucan commands me, tugging on the roots of my hair to tilt my face up to his. “Open.”
I obey.
A smile curves up one side of his face, dark, wild.
“You’re mine.” His thumb dips into my mouth, gathering some of his come that I have on display for him before he runs it over my red lips. “Now swallow.”
His eyes follow every contraction of my throat as I do what he says, and when I lick my lips, he’s already growing hard again.
