Want to taste you

Want to taste you

My heart clenched at his words, his voice brimming with raw need. It scared me, the intensity, but at the same time, it drew me in, and called my wolf out. My eyes trailed him as he lowered his mouth to mine.

I didn’t resist him. I couldn’t.

My eyes shut and I kissed him back. His hands traveled down my waist before settling on the sides of my hips. There was only an inch of distance between his body and mine, and I wanted to close it.

I wanted to feel him on me, inside me. The sensation from the night earlier returned between my thighs when I thought of him. There was only so little I’d felt and I knew there was more. A lot more.

My arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer and deeper. My heartbeat quickened with every passing second. A part of me was completely terrified and another part was needy, wanting to be pleasured, explored, taken.

When his lips parted, and I saw his eyes, there was something known within them or maybe it was his vulnerability. It was comfortable, safe. It was as if I’d been there before, with him, so close to him.

My body shifted, melting into his.

"I want to make you mine, Aurora," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin as he lowered his mouth to my neck and then my collarbone. "I want you to feel nothing but me, to lose yourself to me. Tell me you trust me."

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching at his words. My heart pounded as he pressed his mouth against my skin, slow, tormenting kisses.

"I do," I whispered, even though part of me was screaming to run, to hide. But my body—my body wanted something different, something more.

He moved again, his hand trailing lower and slipping under my shirt before brushing against my bare skin.

His fingers, his hands, they were all skilled. Almost as if he had done this before.

The thought of that didn’t infuriate me.

Instead, it sent an odd thrill coursing through me.

Because despite the woman who might have come before me, right then, at that moment, he was mine, my mate. His touch, his attention, his desire, all focused on me and no one else.

Every time his fingers moved over my skin, my body arched towards his touch. His fingertips traced lazy circles on my stomach, inching their way up to my breasts before he filled his hands with them. I arched my back and bit my lips. The strong feeling of pleasure returned between my thighs and I wanted nothing more than to be taken.

His tongue traced down, between my breasts, and slowly over my lips, leaving a wet trail that was going to remain there forever. I sucked in a breath as he dragged one nipple between his teeth. The sharp nip of his teeth, hinting at the predator within, sent a shiver through my body.

I let out a soft moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

"I want to taste you, Aurora," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Not just your blood." He slid my shirt off my shoulders and moved toward my pants. "Every inch of you. I want to savor you until it's all I know. My blood thirst is nothing compared to the thirst I had to taste your wetness right then."

My breath hitched as he slid my pants down my legs, his gaze still burning into mine. The way he said my name, quietly, it was like a prayer. A dark, sinful prayer.

His fingers brushed against the inside of my thighs, his touch gentle. My legs parted wider, the scent of heat spreading through the air while he lowered his head... to taste me.

His mouth against my inner thigh was shockingly hot compared to the rest of him. My hands fisted the sheets beneath me as his lips pressed gently against my skin. He left a trail of kisses along my thigh before his mouth moved closer to where I needed him most.

My breath hitched as the heat of his mouth trailed over my pussy and drove me wild. Then, finally, his tongue swept over me, a slow stroke that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. My back arched and a gasp tore from my throat. My fingers clutched at the sheets, my eyes squeezing shut as I lost myself in the pleasure.

His mouth was warm, his tongue skilled as he explored me. The pleasure built, spiraling up and up until I could hardly breathe.

When he pulled away, I needed more.

"Look at me, Aurora," his words coaxed my eyes open.

"I want you to see yourself as you finish." His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim room.

I pulled my knees apart as his fingers traced patterns on my skin, over my slit, and near my entrance. His tongue circled around my nub, arousing me further. I couldn’t look away from him, his dark eyes held me captive.

I watched as his fingers and mouth worked together. "Feel that?" he asked while pressing his finger against my entrance before lowering his tongue there.

My eyes rolled back and my hands tightened around the sheets. A silent scream escaped my lips before I felt the waves of pleasure crash over me. He didn’t stop there.

He continued to devour a creature starved.

His mouth continued over my sensitive flesh while his hands caressed my inner thighs. My insides clenched tight.

"Lucien," I gasped out his name in plea. There was only so much I could take.

His tongue flattened over my slit and my hips bucked up against him before he finally pulled away, letting me come undone.

As I caught my breath, he unbuckled his pants. The sound of him shifting between my legs forced me to turn to look at him. There he was, in his primal beauty. His eyes blackened with lust as he took off his pants, revealing his throbbing hardness.

I didn’t look away.