Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Maybe because that restraint contained the last shred of my control.
Maybe because I was so unleashed—lost in my desire, I feared what I’d give up or let in if I kissed her.
Either way, I held onto that final sliver, denying myself one intimacy while surrendering to everything else.
She raked her nails down my back, and I was done for—the sharp bite too much to resist. My cock ached from holding off my orgasm for so long. Tears streamed down her temples, each a silent testament to driving her to the edge and denying release.
“Please, Lucian. Please let me come. Let me come, Sir.” She dug her heels into my ass, and I couldn’t wait.
“Fuck. Yes, princess,” I grunted. “You beg so well.”
“Anything you want,” she gasped, her hips bucking beneath me.
“Squeeze me, baby. Come for me. Take my cum.”
One. Two. Three more thrusts. Her mouth parted in a silent scream, her nails gouging my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Impossibly tight pulses of her cunt around my cock ripped my orgasm free—as violent and all-consuming as our fucking. Black tinged the edges of my vision, but I focused on her. On her rosy nipples, parted lips, and golden eyes that watched me as much as I watched her.
Every inch of my skin came alive with electrified pleasure as I emptied my cum inside her. I kept thrusting, not ready for the pleasure to end, giving every drop. I pulled back, watching my cock slowly sink in and out of her, my cum flooding free to coat her thighs, and I almost came again.
Fuck. Me.
For the second time today, I saw my cum marking her skin, and my heart froze in a free fall before thundering twice as hard.
The alarming sensation should have left me demanding space—for her to get dressed and sleep in her own room now that we were done. Instead, I found myself sliding my cock out, just to push my cum back inside, as if it didn’t belong anywhere else.
Instead, I moved her up the bed to my pillows and pulled her into my chest.
Instead, I muttered, “We’re done with your room. You’re staying here tonight.”
Yeah, I was fucked.
CHAPTER 8
ASPEN
My body ached in the most delicious ways when I woke in the morning. After two more rounds throughout the night, I’d expected morning sex. However, when I rolled over, the bed was empty.
I flopped back to my pillow and frowned, trying not to let my mind wander with wild thoughts like he’d moved to a guest room because he didn’t want to wake up with me. Or maybe he’d left the apartment entirely to avoid telling me that he regretted last night, and we would go back to not having sex again.
A weight settled on my chest, cut short by the running water from the bathroom.
He hadn’t run away—just showering. I breathed a sigh of relief as the doubts fell away. Only for more to creep in behind it.
Why didn’t he wake me? Did he want me to join him? Was he putting distance between us? How was I supposed to act now?
I groaned, done with my incessant spiraling.
If he decided not to wake me, then I wouldn’t take the chance of being an unwanted guest in his shower. With my decision made, I rolled out of bed, skipping over my tattered dress on the floor, and headed for my own shower.
I’d just finished washing my hair when I turned and screamed.
Lucian stood there, leaning against the doorjamb, completely naked and leisurely stroking himself.
He looked…fucking mouthwatering. I’d never had the chance to see him completely naked, and I soaked up every inch of his hard body, from his strong thighs, the deep vee at his hips, the rippling abs, muscular arms, and long fingers. All of it leading back to his thick length growing harder.
“I didn’t know if you—” He pressed away from the wall, cutting my fumbled excuse short, and stalked toward the shower, like a predator cornering its prey.
His hand continued moving up and down his cock while his dark eyes never left mine. He opened the door without saying a word and crowded me against the wall of the shower. I tipped my head back to hold his gaze, reminded of the way he loomed over me last night, fighting me—controlling me.
My pussy ached. I wanted more, and this time, he didn’t make me ask for it. He dipped, wrapping his hands around my thighs and lifted me to position his cock at my entrance. Without any foreplay other than his dangerous silence, he thrust into me—hard.
The second time last night, he woke me with teasing touches to fuck me slow and deep, taking his time. The third time included spanking and foreplay for over an hour before he made me ride him hard.
This was neither.
He fucked me hard and deliberate with one goal in mind: to make both of us come. As soon as my release crashed over me, he buried his face in my neck and groaned through his own.