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)
“Tell me the truth,” he demands, his finger pausing its relentless circles and applying just enough pressure to make me whimper. “Tell me!”
“Yes!” The word is torn from me, a raw, honest plea. “Yes, I want your fingers inside me! Yes, I need to come! Please, Lucian!”
“Good girl,” he growls, the praise washing over me like warm honey. “Then open your pussy for me and let me in. Let me feel how hot and tight you are inside.”
I moan, a sound of pure want, and part my thighs wider, offering myself to him completely. With a growl of deep satisfaction, he slides two fingers deep inside me in one smooth, penetrating thrust.
“Oh, God!” I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. The fullness is exquisite.
Lucian curls his fingers, and they brush a spot deep inside me I never knew existed—a place that sends sparks cascading behind my eyelids. He starts to move, pumping his fingers in and out with a steady, driving rhythm that steals my breath. At the same time, the broad pad of his thumb comes up to replace his fingertip, sliding back and forth over the tight, throbbing button of my clit.
“Good girl,” he praises again, his voice rough with his own hunger. “Look at you, spreading your thighs for me, taking my fingers so greedily. Do you like it when I finger-fuck you like this? Does it feel good, having me inside you, knowing anyone could walk by and see the Vampire Don making his curvy little queen come apart against the Lust Gates?”
“Yes, oh God, yes!” I’m babbling, panting, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I can’t catch my breath. The pleasure is a coil pulled taut, vibrating with a frequency that shakes me to my very bones.
I want it to never end…I want it to let him break me.
From the corner of my eye, I see movement. Several demonic shapes have indeed gathered at a respectful but observant distance, their eyes glowing in the gloom. The knowledge that we have an audience should horrify me. Instead, it pours gasoline on the fire. A new, shocking layer of heat blossoms in my chest—a depraved pride at being the one he’s touching, the one making him lose his legendary control as he makes me lose mine.
It makes me feel powerful…desired…his.
Oh God, I’m so close. The pressure is immense—a dam about to burst. My muscles clamp down around his invading fingers, my hips bucking against his hand. I’m moaning his name like a prayer.
“Lucian…oh, God, Lucian!”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he urges, his thumb pressing harder, circling faster. “Let yourself go. Come nice and hard for me. Come for your Don. Show the gates what you have to offer.”
Hearing that command in his deep voice while he touches me pushes me over the edge. My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave—sudden, immense, and utterly consuming. It crashes through me, wringing a gasping scream from my throat. Pleasure, white-hot and blinding, radiates from inside me, melting my limbs and short-circuiting my thoughts.
“Oh…Ohhhh,” I moan as I tremble in his arms, held upright only by his iron strength, as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me, each one milking his fingers deep inside me.
Lucian holds me through all of it, his body a solid wall against my tremors, his mouth pressed to my temple, whispering,
“Yes… perfect… give it up for me, my lovely one. That’s it—give it all.”
Finally, the intense sensations begin to ebb, softening into gentle, aftershock tremors. I go boneless against him, spent and shuddering.
“Good girl,” Lucian murmurs again. Slowly, carefully, he withdraws his fingers from my sensitive flesh.
I watch, dazed and sated, as he brings his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, his dark eyes locked on mine, lazy with lust and possession. The sight is obscenely intimate.
“Fucking delicious,” he growls, lowering his hand. “I knew your juices would taste as good as your blood.”
Still holding me securely with one arm, he turns and places his clean, damp palm flat against the cold, dark surface of the Lust Gate.
“You’ve had what you asked for,” he says, his voice ringing with authority, no longer a whisper. “Now open.”
For a moment, nothing happens. Then, with a sound like a deep, satisfied sigh, the iron gates split down the middle. They swing inward silently, revealing the swirling, familiar mists of the Central Hub.
31
Lucian
I carry her out of the Carnal Bazaar and through the gates that lead into the Bleeding Court. I am holding her close, as if I could anchor her to me with sheer force of will. The memory of how close I came to losing her—to the demons, to Kael—gnaws at me like acid. If I had been one moment later, his lust magic would have consumed her.
My Queen, I might have lost you forever.