Page 27 of Until She’s Mine

The low, guttural groans he makes only fuel my need to please him, to take him deeper, to make him come undone. His hips move with a growing urgency, and I can feel him teetering on the edge. My throat tightens as I swallow around him.

“Fuck,” he rasps, his voice breaking as his fingers tighten almost painfully in my hair.

I whine. My lips are still parted, swollen, as Lucian’s grip tightens in my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are black, almost feral, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He releases my hair, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He steps back, leaving me kneeling on the floor as he moves to the bed. My body trembles with anticipation. He sits on the edge of the mattress, his legs spread, and gestures for me to come closer.

I move toward him on unsteady knees, the cool air brushing against my heated skin. My pulse races as I settle between his legs.

“Up,” he commands.

I rise to my feet, and he pulls me onto his lap. His hands grip my hips as I straddle him. His arousal presses against me, and I feel the heat of it through the thin fabric of my swimsuit. He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Show me.” There’s a hunger in his eyes, a raw, unbridled desire. “Show me how much you want this.”

I don’t hesitate. My hands move to the straps of my bikini top, fingers trembling as I undo the ties and let it fall to the floor. Lucian takes me in, his hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts. His touch is firm but gentle, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.

I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips as I grind against him. The friction is almost too much, and I ripple with slippery hot need, to be touched, fucked, filled.

I need more .

Lucian’s hands clasp my hips, guiding me. “Good girl.”

His hands slide down to grip my thighs with a possessiveness that makes my breath hitch. My movements become faster, seeking the friction.

Lucian’s lips find my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks I know will linger for days. I tilt my head back, giving him better access.

His mouth moves lower, trailing hot kisses down my chest until he captures one of my nipples in his mouth. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

“Lucian.”

He continues to lavish attention on my breasts, alternating between teasing licks and gentle bites that make me writhe in his lap.

With one hand, he pulls my bikini bottoms aside, letting the hot length of his cock press against my slick folds.

I whimper, my hips jerking instinctively as he teases me, the tip of him brushing against my clit before sliding lower, barely parting my lips.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me.”

He continues to torment me, his rock-hard cock sliding through my slickness but not entering.

“Please.” My voice breaks. “Lucian, please.”

There’s a smug satisfaction in his gaze that makes my cheeks flush. “Please, what?”

“I need you,” I beg. “Please, just—Just the tip.”

Lucian’s lips curl into a slow, wicked smile. “Just the tip? You think you can handle that, Evelyn? Just a little taste?”

A gasp escapes my lips as he shifts, his cock nudging against my entrance—so close but still not giving me what I crave. My nails dig into his skin, trembling with the effort of holding back, of not just sinking onto him fully.

“Yes, please, just the tip. I need it.”

His fingers tighten on my hips, holding me still as he finally, finally eases the head of himself inside me. The stretch is exquisite, my body clenching around him instantly, craving more. But he doesn’t give it to me. He keeps me there, suspended on that razor’s edge of pleasure and torment.

“Look at you.” His voice is thick with approval. “Taking just the tip like a good girl. So desperate for it.” His thumb brushes over my clit in slow circles, making me jerk in his lap. “But you know what happens when you beg for scraps, don’t you?”

Before I can answer, he thrusts all the way in with one sharp movement, seating himself fully inside. I cry out, my hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as I try to ground myself against the overwhelming sensation.

Lucian’s grip on my hips is unyielding, his breath hot against my neck as he holds me there, letting me adjust to the stretch of him.

His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and I can feel the tension in his muscles, the way he’s holding himself back from taking me with the full force of his desire.

“You wanted just the tip,” he says. “But you’re going to take all of me.”

I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. My body is already clenching around him, craving more, craving everything he’s willing to give. Slowly, he begins to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in.

The rhythm he sets is maddeningly slow, but each thrust is deep and precise, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My head falls back, and I surrender to the sensations of full, so full . Lucian’s hands tighten on my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him.

“You’re mine. Completely, irrevocably mine.”

The heat between us is palpable, his every thrust sending ripples of pleasure through me. The room is filled with the sound of our breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional moan that escapes my lips.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming. He thrusts harder, deeper, sending small shudders down my spine.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around me, Evelyn. You’re so tight, so perfect.”

The pleasure is building to an unbearable peak. Lucian’s hands move from my hips to grip my ass, forcing me up and down onto him with each thrust as he drives us both closer to the brink.

“Come for me. Let go, Evelyn. I want to feel you fall apart around me.”

His words are all it takes to push me over the edge. A sob escapes my lips as I shatter around him, my body convulsing with the strength of my orgasm. Waves of pleasure crash over me, leaving me trembling and gasping for air as Lucian continues to thrust into me, chasing his release.

With a guttural groan, he finally lets go, his body shuddering as he spills inside me. His grip on me tightens, holding me close as we ride out the waves of our shared pleasure.

We stay like that, tangled together in the aftermath, neither of us willing to break the spell. Lucian’s forehead rests against mine, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high. His hands stroke my back gently, soothingly.

The tenderness in his touch gives me the courage to ask,“Are you in love with me?”

His lips curve into a slow, devastating smile as his fingers run down my spine.

“Love doesn’t even begin to cover it. My every thought, every breath, every fucking heartbeat—it’s all tied to you.

I’ve spent years building walls to keep the world out.

But you? You walked right through them like they were made of paper.

And now I don’t want them back. I don’t want anything but you. ”

My chest tightens at the raw honesty in his voice. There’s no mask now, no carefully constructed facade. Just Lucian, stripped bare before me in every way that matters.

“And if I told you that I love you too?”

His eyes darken, and his hand slides from my cheek to my hair as he pulls me closer. “Then I’d say you’re finally starting to see what’s been in front of you all along.”

I look into his eyes and all I can think, with a feverish and desperate sincerity, is: please don’t change your mind when you find out the truth about me. Please never let me go.

I want to tell him everything, to lay myself bare the way he has with me. But fear holds me back, a gnawing dread that whispers he’ll see me differently if he knows.

This fragile, intoxicating thing between us might shatter under the weight of my secret.

His hand is still in my hair, his breath mingling with mine as he waits for me to speak. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Instead, I lean into him, pressing my forehead against his, and let the silence stretch between us.

Lucian’s thumb brushes over my cheekbone, his touch impossibly gentle. “You’re thinking too hard again. Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

I close my eyes. “What if I’m not who you think I am?”

His hand stills for a moment, then resumes its slow caress. “Evelyn, you’re exactly who I think you are. There’s nothing you could tell me that would change that.”

I push him onto the bed, my hands shaking as I straddle him. My lips find his in a frantic kiss, trying to distract him and myself from how I almost let the truth slip.

You say that now , I think, deepening the kiss. But you don’t know what I’ve done.

My body molds against his as I try to fuse us together through sheer will. The urgency in my movements is fear, a need to outrun the words that threaten to spill from my lips if I pause too long.

Tonight, in this room, in this bed, I can pretend that devotion and obsession are enough to absolve all sins.