Page 10 of Veradel
“Good girl,” Lucan coos, circling his tongue to soothe the sting and switching sides. “I want to make you feel alive. I want to be the one that rips you to pieces and the one to put you back together again.” His free hand trails along my underwear, rolling over the wet spot that’s growing with each word that leaves his mouth.
As soon as he lets my arms free, my hand rests against the back of his head as he looks down, both of us fixated on his thumb running over my clit.
“Lucan,” I whimper, out of my mind with bliss.
“Watch closely, Saskia,” he says, the amber in his eyes liquid when he locks them with mine. One finger slips under the lace separating us, and before I can blink, a claw tears through the fabric and slashes up to the elastic below my belly button. I suck in a breath. And then he retracts it as quickly as it appeared.
Lucan uses both of his human hands to rip it the rest of the way off before he slides my bra straps down my arms and pulls all of the remaining fabric away from my skin. He turns back to the fire and tosses my undergarments into it, where my dress is already a mixture of green and black and white ash.
His smile flickers wickedly, an orangish glow from the fire reflecting off his face, making his amber eyes spark. “Now there’s nothing left of that wretched place.”
With that, he spins on a heel back to me, where I’m fully naked now in front of him with only the red-vialed necklace on. Perched on a wooden dresser, panting.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commands.
I don’t hesitate, even though the action feels so vulnerable. Completely exposed to him in every way possible, I watch as he sinks to his knees before me, positioning his head right between them, and stares at me. Then his eyes flick up to my face, where he locks his gaze with mine and slowly drags his tongue up my center.
My heart nearly bursts out of my chest at the new sensation, and I writhe with a moan, but Lucan just pins my thighs to the dresser with punishing force and continues licking.
“Fuck,” he groans against me. Into me. “Iama monster. I could ravage you forever and it would never be enough.”
Please do. I don’t want this torture to end,I think, almost startled that his response doesn’t materialize in my brain.
He pulls away from me, lips already glistening from my arousal. “Are you ready to learn a new word, Saskia?”
“A new word?” I repeat, my mind buzzing and confused.
“Yes. This…” He drags his tongue back up my center again, then nips at my clit until I gasp, my back arching. “Is your perfect pussy. And I am going to devour it until your throat turns raw from screaming. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper, clutching the edge of the furniture with piercing fingernails.
“Up,” he says, taking a step back.
Mind thrumming with anticipation, my body listens instantly, sliding off the dresser and trembling to a stand.
Lucan is in front of me before I can take in a breath. His rough, warm hands roam my curves, over my breasts, down my hips, across my hips, and then dip between my legs to my… pussy. My legs almost give out when one of his fingers skims through my arousal.
I gather my courage and slip my hands into his shirt. His plane of a chest is like a wall in its own right. Hard angles, rigid lines. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I push it up higher. Little squares, two on top of two on top of two appear on his stomach, and my mouth drops open, practically salivating.
“Are these yourabdominal muscles?” I marvel.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “Abs.”
“Oh…” No one in Xantera is given enough time to ever tonethese.“I want to see the rest of you,” I whisper, standing on my tiptoes to try and get Lucan’s shirt off his enormous frame.
“Not yet.” He grinds his palm into my clit as his other hand snakes around my throat. With the gentlest of squeezes, he maneuvers me until my legs hit the bed frame. A smirk forms on his lips before he kisses my pout, much too lightly. “You haven’t earned it yet, baby. Not until you scream my name.”
Then I’m falling back against the soft mattress, surrounded by the pine scent of Lucan’s sheets.
“Lie there,” he instructs me, “and I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.” He drops to his knees again like he’s about to pray. “They took away every pleasure in the world from you. And it’s only fitting that I’m the one to give it back.”
I crane my neck to look at him down the length of my body. His face is hovering so close to me, I can feel his breath against my searing skin. His pupils are so blown, I can’t tell where his irises start. I shimmy, trying to reach him, trying to feel his tongue on me again.
Lucan pulls back a millimeter for every one that I get closer. When I let out a frustrated huff, he chuckles darkly.
“But only if you’re good for me.” His eyes bore into mine, as if trying to drill in the memories of all the ways I disobeyed him in the Blood Moon Palace. “Say it.”
“I’ll be good. I promise,” I reply too quickly, no longer caring what I have to do to get that damned mouth back on me.
