Page 5 of Courting Envy
Finally, the tip of his cock was at my entrance. I arched against him, desperate for it. I could hear a muffled laugh against my neck, like he was enjoying my need, making me wait for it just a moment before. He finally relented, entering me with such a slow, deliberate pace that I couldn’t believe the trail of fire his cock lit inside me. Oh, my gods I was so fucking wet, and he was so freaking huge, and the sensations rushing through my nerves were enough to basically short circuit my brain.
His mouth found mine and he kissed me again as he withdrew, the same slow, steady pace.
“You like this,” he murmured.
“Faster,” I begged. “I need… I need-”
He thrust in, faster his time, slamming home and giving me exactly what I needed. Lucien lifted himself up so that he could see my face. Our gazes locked as he fucked me hard, purposefully, each thrust igniting me.
“You are perfect,” he said, lust making his voice rough. His head dropped to my neck, his teeth grazing me there, moving slightly to bite my earlobe, tugging it between his teeth as he fucked me.
“Faster,” I said. “I need it.” And I did. I needed more release. I needed his release. It felt like a dam ready to burst and I wanted that inside me.
“If that’s what you want…” He drew back, grinned at me and then picked up his pace, slamming in and out of me with such force that I thought I might shatter.
I wanted to shatter. I wanted to explode and be forced into oblivion by this man. I was so fucking close now.
He moved a hand, pressing against my clit, rubbing it just how I needed it. I clenched around him, my nails digging into his flesh as the orgasm hit me hard, annihilated me. It was only then that his thrusts became more erratic, as he let his own pleasure come first and he fucked me harder, my body clenching around him again as he came.
Lucien rocked back and forth, his movements slower now, riding the last waves of his pleasure. I couldn’t feel anything. I could feel everything. I was everywhere and everything and nothing all at once.
He moved to the side, the weight of his body bringing me back to the bed, back to the now, the soft stroke of his hand against my side anchoring me, the way he reached for my face and kissed me soft and long making my heart ache in a way it never had before.
I was a fucking goner.
This man had ruined me.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he whispered. “I never want to meet anyone else.” His eyes were darker now, the green glow had faded, lust replaced with warmth, with awe. “It’s you.”
“It’s me?” I asked, my voice higher pitched than I wanted it to be, my heart thundering at his words.
“You are my queen.”
And when he kissed me again, I believed it.
Chapter three
Rava
Iwoketothefaint glow of sunrise on the horizon. It wasn’t bright enough to have dragged me from slumber though. I shivered and realized that goosebumps stood to attention along my arms. A shudder crawled up my spine.
I was alone.
Had Lucien left me in his penthouse?
My gut churned at the thought. He’d seemed so intrigued by me, so determined to wring pleasure from my body in any way he could. And oh lord, he had. I ached in that delicious post coital way and even after some sleep, I thought my legs might still wobble when I stood.
I didn’t want to believe that he’d abandoned me. I’d felt a connection with him, more than just a one-night stand and I didn’t want to believe the feeling wasn’t mutual. The way he’d worshiped me, lavished me with praise and blessings…
I stood up, giving myself a moment to stretch, to savor the aches, then I scanned the room, but none of my clothes were here -then I remembered. We’d abandoned those in the living room.
The blankets were a mess, so I dragged the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body like a toga so that I could go and see for myself.
He couldn’t be gone.
I didn’t want him to be.
Normally, I was happy to leave things at just one night, but he was different. He was interested in me, not just my body. And I was intrigued by him: he was dark, but not brooding, powerful but not overwhelming. It was like he yearned to possess me, but he didn’t want to scare me off.
