Page 20 of Until She’s Mine

My arousal is a live wire coursing through me, every flick of my tongue, every pull of my lips sparking pleasure in my own body. I’m lost in him, in how he unravels above me. Lucian’s hands move from my hair to my face, his touch tender even as his hips move with a growing urgency.

“Evelyn, look at me.”

I meet his gaze as he stares down at me, his eyes wild and dark. His breathing is ragged now, his body trembling as he teeters on the edge. “I’m going to take charge and fuck your throat. If you don’t want that, tell me now.”

A moan escapes me at his words, vibrating against him, and his hips jerk in response. My fingers dig into his thighs. “I want it.”

I crave it.

The corner of Lucian’s mouth twitches, and his hands tighten in my hair, guiding me.

His hips thrust forward, filling my mouth completely.

A choked sound escapes me, but I don’t pull away.

I let him take control, my body yielding to him.

His grip is firm but not cruel, guiding me as he fucks into my mouth.

The room is filled with the sounds of our shared desperation: his ragged breaths, the wet slide of his big cock against my lips and tongue, the soft moans I can’t suppress.

My hands cling to his hips, my nails digging into his skin as I try to ground myself in the overwhelming sensation.

Each thrust sends a jolt of heat through me, and the wetness pools between my thighs, my arousal a relentless ache.

“So good. You take me so well.”

His praise burns through me, fueling my desperation. My eyes flutter shut as I give myself over to him, letting him use my mouth. The rhythm he sets is relentless, each thrust deeper than the last. The tension builds in his body, coiling tighter and tighter until it’s almost unbearable.

“Open your eyes,” he demands. I obey instantly. His features are sharp with desire, his jaw clenched so tightly it’s a wonder it doesn’t shatter.

“I want you to see what you do to me.” His hips snap forward again. “How you make me lose control.”

I moan around him, and his breath hitches. His movements become faster and shorter. My hands tighten on his thighs, urging him on silently. His body tenses, a low growl tearing from his throat as he lets go, and he spills into me, holding my head in place.

I swallow every drop greedily, my throat clenching around him as he pulses, the taste of him overwhelming my senses.

For a moment, there’s only silence, broken by the sound of our breathing.

His is heavy and uneven, mine shallow and quick.

Then, slowly, his grip on my hair loosens, his fingers sliding down to cradle my face.

His thumb brushes over my lips, wiping away my spit, and the gentleness of the gesture is almost jarring after the intensity of what just passed between us.

“I need, I—” I whimper, and before I can finish, he’s pulling me to my feet and lifting me onto the kitchen counter. His hands grip my thighs, pulling off my pants in one swift motion as he steps between my legs.

His mouth crashes into mine. I kiss him back with equal fervor as he presses me against the cold granite counter. There’s no tenderness now, only a primal, unrelenting need.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing my skin. I gasp as his hands move to my breasts, his touch rough and demanding, and the ache between my thighs grows almost unbearable.

“Lucian,” I gasp, my voice trembling with need. He doesn’t respond with words, only actions, his mouth trailing lower until he finds the sensitive peak of my breast. His tongue flicks over it, teasing and tormenting.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as his lips trail down my stomach. He kneels before me, his hands gripping my hips as he spreads my legs wider. His breath ghosts over the damp fabric of my panties. I shudder in anticipation.

“You’re so wet for me.” He licks a stripe through the thin fabric, and my hips jerk instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction. His low chuckle vibrates against me, sending another wave of heat through my body. “Impatient.”

With agonizing slowness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, discarding them carelessly. His eyes lock with mine as he leans in, his tongue flicking over me in a way that makes me cry out.

He holds me open and devours me with slow, teasing licks of his tongue. I unravel, my fingers tangling in his hair as I try to pull him closer. He hums against me, the vibrations making me arch off the counter.

He increases the pressure, his tongue circling that sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly. My breathing is erratic, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. It coils deep within, tightening with each stroke of his tongue and graze of his teeth.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He redoubles his efforts, his hands sliding up to grip my hips, holding me in place as he drives me closer to the edge.

A strangled cry leaves my throat when the tension snaps.

The world blurs around me, my vision going white as waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

Lucian doesn’t let up until I’m spent, my body limp and shaking. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening as he rises to his feet. His eyes are dark with satisfaction, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watches me struggle to catch my breath.

“You’re exquisite,” he says, pulling me into a hug.

His arms are a fortress around me, firm and unyielding, yet there’s an unexpected tenderness in how he holds me.

His warm breath is against the crown of my head, his heartbeat steady against my cheek.

I sink into him, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

His fingers trail along my spine slowly.

“Every time I touch you, it’s like I’m unraveling. Like I’m losing control.”

I tilt my head back to look at him. I see past the man who commands any room he enters, past the lawyer who thrives on perfection and control, and catch a glimpse of something raw and unguarded in his expression, a vulnerability I’ve never seen before.

It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a crack in the armor of the man who always seems so untouchable.

My hand rises to cup Lucian’s cheek. “So, how was your day?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Are we really going to make small talk while you’re naked on my kitchen counter?”

“Why not?” I trace lazy patterns on his chest with my fingertips. “I’m curious about the mundane details of your life. What does Lucian Blackwood do when he’s not orchestrating elaborate seductions?”

His expression shifts, becoming more serious despite the lingering heat in his eyes.

“Today? I spent three hours in depositions for the Morrison case. Had lunch with a client who thinks throwing money at problems makes them disappear. Attended a partner’s meeting where my father questioned my judgment.

” He pauses, his hand stroking along my bare shoulder.

“Then I received a text from my investigator saying you looked unhappy leaving the museum early.”

“You have someone watching me.”

“I have someone ensuring your safety.”

I should be angry and violated by this invasion of my privacy. Instead, there’s a dark thrill that curls through me at the thought of being so thoroughly observed, so completely claimed. “How long?”

“Since the beginning.” His fingers trace the curve of my collarbone, a feather-light touch that belies the weight of his confession. “The moment you became Tobias’s, I needed to know you were safe. Protected.”

“Even from your brother?”

His jaw tightens, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. “Especially from him.”

Part of me wants to demand answers—how extensive is this surveillance? What else does he know about my life that I haven’t told him? But another part, the part that’s been starving for someone to truly see me, finds a twisted comfort in his vigilance.

“That’s terrifying,” I whisper.

“Is it?” His hand slides up to cup the back of my neck, his thumb brushing against my pulse point. “Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving without knowing it?”

He’s right, and we both know it. The thought should send me running, should have me demanding he take me home immediately. But I lean into his touch, ignoring the protests my mind tries to form.

“Take me to your bed, then. Isn’t that what you’ve been planning all along?”

His eyes darken at my words, and without warning, he lifts me from the counter, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. “As my highness wishes.”

Am I being na?ve? Foolish? Letting the man who has been watching me for years carry me to his bed? Probably. But as his hands grip my thighs and his lips find mine again, I can’t bring myself to care.

All that matters is the heat of his body against mine, the way he holds me like I’m something precious and dangerous all at once.