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)
His chest is a wall of muscle—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist— his stomach ridged and hard. My eyes catch on the dark trail of hair leading lower and—oh God. I try to look away and find I can’t…my eyes keep returning to the area between his thighs.
His cock is thick and heavy and long enough to make my mouth go dry. It looks too big—way too big—for me. And it isn’t just big. Along the top and underside, a subtle ridge runs down the length, raised just enough that I know if he ever slides inside me it will rub against every nerve I have.
It’s a monster-smut feature designed purely for female pleasure and my thighs clench instinctively, heat rushing between them as I observe it from the corner of my eye.
Lucian climbs into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, and gathers me against his huge body. I feel small, breakable…and completely surrounded. The fire paints him in amber and crimson, every line of him stark and beautiful.
His big hands roam over my skin, caressing…stroking…squeezing.
“You have the most perfect body,” he murmurs against my hair. “These curves were made for me. I love your full hips…your thick thighs…this gorgeous ass. Every inch of you is mine to touch.”
“Stop,” I whisper, though my body arches into his touch.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he growls softly. “Your scent tells me everything. You’re hot and wet for me again.”
He’s right. I don’t know if it’s because I still have some of the Demon Don’s lust magic in my system or just because I find Lucian’s spicy scent intoxicating, but my body definitely agrees with him. I want him—I can’t help myself, even though I know I should.
Then his mouth finds my breast. His lips close around my nipple, sucking hard until I cry out, the ache sharp and electric. I feel the sharp points of his fangs on either side of my tender peak, but they don’t break the flesh. Then his hand slides down, slipping between my thighs.
I try to press them tightly together, but it’s too late—I’m already opening for him.
Lucian lets my nipple slip from his lips and looks into my eyes.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Open for me, Julia. Look at you spreading your thighs so wide. God, your little pussy is already dripping—does it feel good when I stroke you like this?”
As he speaks, his thick fingers circle my clit, slow and relentless, until my whole body is trembling.
“Yes,” I gasp, my head tipping back against his arm. I just can’t seem to help myself with him—I don’t want him to stop even though I know I should.
“Let’s see how tight you are, little one,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to be inside you. But for now, I’ll fingerfuck you until you’re moaning for me.”
He thrusts two fingers deep inside me, the ridge of his palm grinding against my clit as he moves. I moan helplessly, hips rolling up to meet him, my body betraying me yet again.
“That’s it…good girl,” he growls. “Take my fingers…spread your thighs wider. Let me pet this sweet little pussy until you come all over my hand.”
His dirty words along with his thrusting rhythm is too, too much. I clutch at the sheets, back arching, nipples tight against his chest as the orgasm rips through me.
“Oh…oh, God!” I gasp. My whole body convulses and my inner muscles clench tight around his invading fingers.
“That’s it,” he growls softly. “Come for me, Julia. That’s my good girl.”
When the trembling fades, he withdraws his fingers and licks them clean with a satisfied groan. Then he pulls me back into his chest, cradling me like I belong there.
“I…I should clean up,” I falter, but then I end the statement with a yawn. It’s been a long, long day and coming so hard has made me incredibly tired.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs against my hair. “You’re staying right here with me, my queen.”
I should be worrying. I should be panicking about what comes next, about what he’ll do to me, about the fact that I’m falling deeper every time he touches me.
But I’m too tired to deal with any of this right now. My eyes slip closed, and despite everything, I let sleep drag me under as I nestle in his arms.
33
Jules
I wake up disoriented—the kind of dizzy, foggy feeling that sits heavy in your skull like you’ve been drugged.
For a long moment I just stare upward, blinking at a ceiling that isn’t mine. It’s too high…too dark. Heavy carved beams cross overhead like the ribs of some ancient beast. The air smells wrong too—woodsmoke and something sharper underneath it, like cloves and iron. My mouth is dry and my body feels warm and sore in places that make my cheeks heat even before I remember why.