Page 68 of Veradel

He wraps a hand around the pan and practically throws it on top of the stove. Then he takes the spatula from me and lets it fall to the ground.

“What do you want, Saskia?” My breath hitches. His voice is a deep baritone, thrumming through my core. “Tell me.”

I don’t have to think about it for long. I still want what I wanted last night, just now with a clear mind. “Touch me, Lucan.”

He hovers his lips over mine and brings the tip of his finger up to my nipple but doesn’t quite touch me.

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.” His breath travels across my jaw and down my neck.

Goosebumps rise on my flesh in his wake. I whimper.

And then I decide to flip on him because my defiant little fantasy to take control isn’t just a drunken one.

“Where’d we leave off?” I ask, backing up until my butt hits the counter. I place my palms on the cold edge and drag myself up so I’m perched right on the edge.

This timehe’sthe one whowhimpers.

I’m still in the shirt Lucan dressed me in last night—no underwear—so I simply spread my legs while Lucan watches with an inferno of a stare. His hands clench into fists as my finger circles my clit twice, then slides into my wet heat.

“What was it you said a while ago?” I taunt him before throwing his past words back at him. “‘Once I’m inside that Wall, you’ll be crawling after me of your own accord’?”

Lucan’s eyes blaze, never breaking away from where I continue to pleasure myself. His chest heaves, trying to drag in more oxygen.

“Well, we’re on theoutside of the Wall… Lucan.”

His nostrils flare, pupils blown. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“Crawl to me.”

Lucan doesn’t hesitate. His knees hit the wood floor with a thunk before his palms flatten out in front of him, and he crawls on all fours until his face is settled in the space between my knees.

“Nowtouch me.”

He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and hums as his fingers glide up my delicate skin to replace my own. His thumb swipes over my clit in tight circles before two of his thick fingers fill me. His other hand slips under the hem of my shirt and pinches one of my pebbled nipples.

I let out a strained breath as a current pulses through me in waves.

He moves his mouth closer to me, but I braid my hand into his soft hair and hold him back.

“Can I taste you?” he pleads.

Tugging harder on his roots, not letting him move his head an inch, I nod.

Lucan smiles in understanding before he extracts his fingers and brings them up to his mouth to clean them off.

He groans as he closes his lips around them, savoring the taste of me as he slides them out slowly.

“So good,” he moans. “I want the real thing.”

And because I can’t take another second of his tongue not on me, he smirks as I guide his mouth exactly where I want it.

With a flat tongue, he licks all the way from bottom to top before he inserts his finger again and curls it. His lips capture my clit, teasing me, sucking me, biting me, until my hips have a mind of their own.

They arch against his tongue, matching his rhythm, and I fall apart, panting his name in shockwaves.

When my body unfurls from the snapped tension, now putty in his hands, Lucan tugs at my ankles, and I follow his lead, sliding to the floor.

But I’m not done with whatIwant yet.