Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
I don’t make her wait. I lower my head and taste her.
The first touch of my tongue draws a sharp, broken cry from her lips. She is salt and silk and heat—an ambrosia that makes my heart clench. I feast on her, not with the gentleness of before, but with a focused, driving hunger meant to shatter her restraint. I lick into her, tasting her honey, then zero in on the tight, throbbing bud of her clit. I suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it with rapid, relentless strokes.
“Oh God, Lucian! Right there!” she sobs, her hands flying to my hair, gripping hard. I love the pain of her grip—it makes my whole body tight with need.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I growl against her sensitive flesh, the vibration making her jerk. “Come on my tongue. Let go of everything. The guilt, the worry… let it all go. Just come for me.”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, finding that sweet spot deep within. She is so wet and so incredibly hot. I pump my fingers in time with the ruthless attention of my mouth, scissoring them, stretching her gently, preparing her.
“I can’t… I’m going to…going to…” she chokes out.
“Do it,” I command. “Come for me. Now.” Then I suck her clit into my mouth again and tease her relentlessly.
Her orgasm hits her like a hurricane. Her back arches off the bed, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as a fresh wave of honey hits my tongue. I drink her down, lapping up her juices until she collapses, breathless and gasping.
But the wine is not sated. The need returns to her eyes almost instantly—even hotter and more frantic. She reaches for me, her eyes filled with pleading.
“Please… Lucian, please. I need… I need you inside me. I need to be full.”
The raw need in her voice is my undoing.
“I know, little one,” I say, my own control fraying.
I stand, shedding my sleep trousers in quick, efficient motions. Her eyes widen as she sees me fully aroused for the first time. I am not modest—I am a vampire in his prime, and the evidence of my desire for her is thick, heavy, and impressively proportioned.
A flicker of fear crosses her face, followed by a dizzying wave of pure desire.
“Lucian…you’re so big,” she whispers.
“Yes, but I’ll be gentle, my darling,” I promise, lying back on the bed. I pull her atop me, guiding her to straddle my hips. “You set the pace, Julia. You take what you need. Use me.”
Her hands brace on my chest as she kneels over me, her soft little pussy hovering just above the tip of my cock. I grip my length, guiding it to her entrance, rubbing the broad head against her slippery inner pussy, coating myself in her honey.
“Easy,” I whisper, my hands settling on her lush hips. “Just the tip first. Get used to me inside you, sweetheart.”
“All right. I’ll try to go slow,” she whispers.
She bites her lip, her eyes locked on mine and begins to sink down.
The friction is delicious.
The head of my cock pushes past her tight entrance, and we both bite back a gasp. She is impossibly tight—a velvet glove wrapped around me. I can feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate me, clinging to me with a pressure that borders on pain—divine, exquisite pain. I watch her face, seeing the shock…the overwhelming fullness…the moment of panic that melts into stunned pleasure.
“Oh… oh, God,” she breathes, her inner walls spasming wildly around me.
“That’s it,” I coax, squeezing her ample hips. “Just breathe through it, my darling. You’re taking me so well—you’re being such a good girl.”
I don’t move, letting her adjust, letting her body learn the shape of mine.
Slowly, tentatively, she sinks down another inch…then another. A low, continuous moan spills from her lips. I am encased in liquid fire—sheathed in the most perfect heat I have ever known. When she finally seats herself fully, taking me to the hilt, her body flush against mine, we are both trembling.
“Gods, Julia,” I groan, my head falling back against the pillows. The feeling is beyond anything. She’s taking me so deep. “You feel so good around me,” I tell her. “Like you were made for me.”
“God, Lucian,” she moans softly. “I love the feel of you inside me. I was feeling so empty until you filled me.”
“Take your time,” I tell her. “Take it slow, sweetheart.”
“I…I’m trying.”
She begins to move—a tentative rocking of her hips. Sensation explodes along my spine. My hands tighten on her, guiding her, showing her the rhythm.
“That’s right,” I urge, my voice rough. “Ride me, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on my cock. Take your pleasure with me—use me to fill that empty ache.”
“Oh, Lucian…”she moans.
Gods, I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Emboldened by my encouragement, she rises up until only the tip of my cock remains inside, then sinks back down with a soft cry. She sets a slow, deep rhythm, each descent an act of surrender as she takes me so deep inside, over and over.