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)
He shifts, guiding me gently onto my back, his movements unhurried and sure. I feel my legs opening naturally for him, almost of their own accord. It’s like my body remembers the relief he can give me and leans toward it willingly.
I let my eyes close as I try to relax. I never imagined waking up like this, I think dimly. In a vampire Don’s bed, trusting him to take care of me.
But I do trust him. He’s so big he could break me in half with one hand, but he’s never been anything but gentle. Also, he’s never been anything but complementary about my body—he genuinely seems to love my curves, so I feel like I can trust him both physically and emotionally.
And that realization startles me almost as much as the relief itself.
His hands are warm on my thighs, spreading them wider with a firm, gentle pressure that brooks no resistance.
“Open for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice sleep-roughened and thick with intent. “Let me taste you again.”
This time, there’s no panic or shame—only a warm anticipation that pools low in my belly, hotter than the lingering cramps. I obey, my legs falling open even wider, the silk sheets cool against the backs of my knees.
Lucian doesn’t kiss his way down this time—he goes straight to his prize, as if drawn by a magnetic pull. The first touch isn’t tentative—it’s a claiming—a broad, hot stroke of his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. It’s slow and deliberate as he tastes me deeply.
Oh God, it feels so good—warm and wet and teasing against my sensitive flesh.
A moan falls from my lips and my hands fist in the sheets.
“Lucian…” I moan.
“Mmm,” he hums against me, the vibration shooting sparks straight through me. “That’s right, my darling. I love to hear my name on your lips.” His words are muffled, spoken into my flesh as he nuzzles, inhaling my scent. “My beautiful girl. Your body is a feast…how I love to taste you.”
He begins to work me with a focused, rhythmic intensity that is entirely new. Last night was about soothing, about drawing the pain out. This is about bringing me to the brink—about pleasure for its own sake.
His tongue is a wicked, clever thing, circling my clit with tight, rapid flicks before flattening to lap at me with broad, hungry strokes. He sucks my clit, not with the gentle suction of before, but with deep, pulling draws that make my hips jerk off the mattress.
“Yes,” he growls, his hands sliding under my ass to tilt me up, giving him better access. “Give it to me. Let me taste every drop. Your cunt is so perfect like this—so swollen and hot for me, little one.”
The dirty talk, raw and unfiltered, seems to set me on fire. My embarrassment is a distant memory—burned away by the sheer carnal desire of his worship. He’s not just easing my pain—he’s reveling in my pleasure.
“Lucian,” I gasp, my back arching. “Oh, God—please! Please!”
“Tell me,” he demands, pausing to blow a cool stream of air over my wet, throbbing flesh, making me cry out. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me you love my mouth on you like this.”
“I—I love it,” I pant, the admission torn from me. “God, your tongue… don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping,” he promises darkly, and then his mouth is on me again, his tongue plunging shallowly inside me before returning to torture my clit. He sets a relentless pace, one hand moving to press down on my lower belly, a firm, grounding weight that seems to channel every sensation directly to where his mouth works. His other hand reaches up to cup one of my breasts and tease my nipple.
As the pleasure builds, words begin pouring out of me.
“Oh God…oh yes! Please, Lucian, I’m getting close…so close!” I gasp.
He looks up briefly.
“Come for me, Julia. Come right now,” he growls. “Let me feel you lose control.” Then he buries his face between my legs and goes back to work—licking my aching clit relentlessly.
The command is all I need—the coil tightening in my belly snaps and pleasure explodes inside me, a white-hot burst that sears through every nerve ending.
I sob his name, my body convulsing under his relentless mouth as wave after wave of intense, overwhelming ecstasy rips through me. Lucian holds me through it, his long arms wrapped around me to hold me steady until I collapse back onto the sheets, utterly spent, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
“Oh God,” I whisper. “That was amazing.”
Slowly, Lucian looks up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He leans over me, caging me with his arms, and kisses me gently.
“The ache is gone,” he states, his voice a low rumble of triumph.