Part 27 (1/2)
Lucian rolled her to her back and moved on top of her, balancing his weight on his forearms, trapping her close. Restraint was no longer an option. It was beyond his will to deny himself her offering a moment longer. He longed for the intimate bonding that came with the physical act of possessing her wholly.
Their tongues licked and lips kissed. He pressed deep into her heat, needing to bury himself, irrevocable, in some secreted part of her soul no other man would ever know. She arched and called his name as he thrust back in hard and deep. Again and again, he took her with long deep strokes.
Her body gripped his. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. He sucked at the tender flesh of her throat, biting softly as she throbbed against him, milking his own climax with her contracting s.e.x. His release burst from him with sureness and bathed her womb.
It wasn't until that moment it occurred to him that there was nothing between them. No emotional barriers, no lies, no obstacles, and no protection. He thrust again, wanting her womb to take his seed, wanting, needing to find her belly swollen in the coming months with his child.
As the aftermath of their climaxes faded, their hands refused to let go. His face pressed into the curve of her shoulder and he breathed her in, memorizing her feel, committing this moment to memory, knowing their lives would be forever changed from this moment on.
Chapter 35.
Amateur A rare term only relevant when an untried player faces a master Lucian's mind roused with the sense that he was being watched. He breathed and Evelyn's soft fragrance filled him with warmth. Opening his eyes, he found her at his side, chin perched on hand as she rested on her elbow. Her amazing eyes were fixed on him.
”Good morning,” he whispered.
Sleep had restored some of the radiance to her eyes. The skin under them was no longer drawn or bruised. She smiled. ”Good morning. Did you know you're entirely too beautiful for a man?”
”Should I pay someone to break my nose?”
”I'm sure you could find someone willing to do it for free,” she teased and yipped when he rolled on top of her.
Her body was a soft sanctuary for his. He kissed her sweetly. Against her mouth he whispered, ”Is that so?”
She giggled, her lips curving under his. ”But anyone who'd want to hurt you wouldn't really know you. I know you Lucian Patras, and you're nothing like the hard-a.s.s you pretend to be.”
He stilled, schooling his playful behavior. ”Don't be so sure, Evelyn,” he said with total gravity. ”I take care of the people I love, but those who betray me live to regret it. I didn't come this far by being easily maneuvered. Never doubt I'm in complete control of myself and those around me.”
He regretted his words as a bit of the lightheartedness washed from her eyes. Her days had been wrought with hards.h.i.+p and he wanted to take away the pain. He softened his disposition and pinned her arms above her head with nowhere to move as his body boxed her in. He ran a thumb over the crest of her soft cheek.
”You don't intimidate me, Lucian,” she whispered brazenly.
”Well, that's good. I don't want to intimidate you. I want to master you, love you so thoroughly, know you completely, in a way no one else ever has, and that doesn't happen when one feels threatened, coerced, or intimidated. I'd say we're making progress.”
When her silver eyes moved as if calculating some in-depth equation, he knew she was overthinking things. He wished he could read her thoughts.
”What're you thinking?” he asked.
”I'm wondering, now that you have me here, what you are going to do with me.”
His cheek pulled and his lips twitch as he fought a smile. He moved his knees between hers and nudged her body open. Heat from between her thighs scorched him. His erection fell heavily onto her soft tummy. He pressed his hips seductively and she arched into his suggestive hold.
”I believe I'm going to f.u.c.k you and you're going to let me.”
Her lashes lowered and her gray eyes deepened with darker hues of blue. Her hands began to reach for him, but he pinned them to the pillows again. Uncertainty momentarily flashed in those stormy eyes.
”I want you, Evelyn, and I want you to let me take you. When I want, how I want, you are to be mine. Do you call checkmate?”
Her mouth formed the word no. Blood surged to his c.o.c.k as her head shook slowly. She was his, and he was never letting her go.
Unbidden, thoughts of her friend Parker came to mind. Lucian had given him his word and his word was something he always kept. He shook off the thought. He'd move on, forget about the promise he made. If Parker kept the job, good for him, he'd meet new people and realize there were other fish in the sea. If he lost the job, which he suspected he would-good work ethic was not something beggars usually possessed-then the opportunity would pa.s.s him by and he'd be nothing more than a memory. Evelyn was his, and he was a very possessive man.
Ducking low, Lucian took one soft nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. Her belly pressed into his as her spine arched and she moaned softly. He treated the twin nipple with the same force, taking pride in the wet marks his mouth left over her tender flesh.
Her body curved and stretched in his tight hold. She needed to move and was growing frustrated with his restraint. She needed to learn self-discipline when it came to submitting. Even though her strong will sometimes amused him, and he adored her feisty little spirit, respected it, submission was a beautiful display of inner strength and he wanted to teach her.
”Don't move your arms, Evelyn.”
He dragged his hips lower. Her arousal glazed his c.o.c.k and he nudged between her soft folds, careful not to penetrate. He probed her c.l.i.t as she jerked and sighed.
”I want to show you every form of pleasure two lovers can share when they trust each other. Do you trust me, Evelyn?”
He waited, not wanting to give away how much her answer would mean to him. He had confessed his love and knew, while she didn't reciprocate his sentiment, her presence in his life again was not meaningless. Love would come, but for the kind of relations.h.i.+p he wanted with Evelyn, trust was necessary.
Reaching down, he turned his wrist and pressed his palm into her c.l.i.t, his fingers dipping into her honey, and waited. ”I trust you, Lucian. More than I probably should.”
Good enough. His hand pressed down and his finger plunged deep. She hissed and thrust her body into his touch. ”That's it. Let me feel your wanting. I'll take care of you, baby.”
His palm pressed and glided over her p.u.s.s.y as his fingers swirled and opened her slit. She was very small and he wanted to take her hard and fast, but would not f.u.c.k her until he saw to her pleasure first.
Her body writhed, but like a good girl, her arms remained above her head. Slick nectar coated his fingers. Her breath lightly tousled his hair with each panted sigh. Curling his middle finger, he plunged deep. Her body expanded in accommodation and she stilled.
”Feel that, Evelyn? That's me pressing on your G-spot. I'm going to teach you every part of your body, and you'll learn that no one will ever pleasure you the way I can.”
He applied pressure onto the spongy inner tissue and rubbed his thumb over her c.l.i.t. She shouted and came fast and hard over his hand. Her channel fluttered against him, throbbed and tightened around his deep grip. He smiled at the shock he saw in her stare.
Removing his fingers, he gazed into her l.u.s.t-glazed eyes and sucked his digits deep into his mouth. Her sweet, tangy flavor tickled his taste buds. He pressed up, sitting back on his heels, and took himself in hand. His slick fingers tugged over his hard flesh, and he thumbed a drop of precome, ma.s.saging it into his heavy c.o.c.k.
”Look at what you do to me, Evelyn.”
Her lashes lifted as she gazed up at his length. His hand pumped hard over his straining erection.
”I'm going to teach you how to bring me pleasure the same way I bring it to you. Your body will know mine like I know yours. You'll crave my touch like a drug and I'll take you higher than you've ever been. I'm going to teach you every way possible to satisfy me and you're going to love it, need it, want it so badly you'd sell your soul for it.”
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lifted as her breathing increased. Her eyes locked on his hand slowly stroking his hard flesh. ”Do you want to be f.u.c.ked, Evelyn?”
”Yes,” she rasped.
”Yes what?”
”Yes, Lucian. Please.”
Releasing his c.o.c.k, his fingers sank into a plush down pillow and moved it to the center of the bed. He piled another on top. Once he formed a nice little mount, his mouth crashed over hers and he plunged his tongue into her, demanding, taking, and driving her to a point of need that was hopefully dizzying.
Her knees raised and gripped his hips. His hand lifted her head, sifting through her heavy waves of soft auburn hair. He kissed down her jaw, purposely sc.r.a.ping his rough stubble against her delicate skin, marking her. Lips nipped at her throat, licked and pulled at her earlobe. Her cries became frenzied, her muttered sighs a cross between a curse and a prayer. She begged and he made her wait awhile more, ensuring that when he did plunge into her she'd be so ready for his c.o.c.k, she'd likely come immediately.