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She opened her eyes and found herself back in her hotel room, with Lucian lying beside her on the bed. His lashes fluttered open and he pinned her with that bright green gaze. “I like dreaming, but this will be better.”
She took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out. “I haven’t been with a real person in a long time.”
“Me either. It’s hard to when you can read her mind.” He shrugged as if it didn’t bother him, but she knew it did so she snuggled close.
For a few long seconds, he just lay there looking at her. “Close your eyes.” She did and he swirled his fingers around on her forehead her cheeks, and finally her lips. She opened her mouth, nipped his fingers, and he laughed.
His hands skimmed over her body until he reached the hem of the dress she’d chosen to wear on the plane. Inch by inch he pulled it up. She wiggled around, helping him get it over her head. His fast intake of breath made her grin.
Wherever his hands went, fire followed until her body burned with it, ached. She opened her thighs, cradling him against her and her legs moved restlessly and she pulled his head down to hers, urging him to either take action or let her lead.
He stroked once, twice between her legs, his fingers burning her through her panties. Desi shuddered against his hand, a cry escaping her lips. She opened her eyes to meet his amused ones. “I wanted you to keep your eyes closed.” But she couldn’t tear her gaze away as he cupped first one breast, then the other.
She caught her breath when his palms slid back and forth over her nipples making them harden almost painfully. Finally, he took them in his hands, squeezing them, and she moaned, arching her back. He licked one hard peak with his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth, swirling and nibbling.
Suddenly, he stopped and pressed a kiss on her chest, his breath harsh and fast against her skin. When he looked up, she arched one brow impatiently. “What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?”
He seemed to change into something darker then. With a growl, he pulled his shirt over his head and undid the buttons on his jeans. He didn’t speak, just moved to lie beside her on the bed. He skimmed his hand down her bare stomach and just that contact that made her pussy clench.
“Nah, just wondering where to start.” His smile became predatory, and the heat of his eyes burned her.
She bit back a gasp when he slid down. The hair on his chest moved over her skin with a delicious friction. She wiggled, stilling when his mouth covered the tip of her breast. Her fingers drifted into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth and then released it with an audible pop. His tongue felt deliciously rough and scratchy and she groaned when he repeated the process on her other breast. “Lucian.”
He licked the underside, nipping the soft flesh there. She moved up towards his mouth, but he began biting and licking his way downward. He cupped her through her panties and smiled when she jerked up against his hand. “You’re wet, Desi.” She got even wetter at the deep, rough voice of his telling her so.
He pushed her legs open, sliding his fingers up and down before pressing against her behind the barrier of lace. She wiggled but he held her still. His fingers slid under the sides, barely brushing her sex. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider.
Desi watched him as he lay between her legs, staring down at her as if she were a feast and he didn't know just where to start. “These have to go.” He slid his thumb up and touched her clit.
Her whole body tensed as he pressed against it, moving in minute circles designed to torment her. She grabbed his wrist, thrusting her hips against his hand. She heard a ripping sound and, “Ah, hot damn.” And then his mouth was on her.
Lucian plunged his fingers inside her, reveling at the sensation of her muscles pulling at them. She let her legs open further. He looked up at her and saw that she watched him, her eyes hungry. He grinned and pulled his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth. “Nice.” Before thrusting them home again.
When he stopped, she made a small, protesting sound that became a shriek at the end. He spread her open and sucked her clit into his mouth, alternately sliding his teeth across it or sucking. Her legs jerked in time with each lick or nibble. She tasted and smelled like cinnamon. He trust his fingers inside again, reaching far enough to flick against that little spot that many couldn't find if they had a map, a flashlight and a damn compass. But he knew right were it was.
He fastened his mouth on her clit at the same time. She shuddered at the first lick; at the second pass, her eyes widened and she gasped. When he nudged the spot with his fingers again, her juices sluiced in a hot, wet flood that made him growl and suckle her a little harder. His tongue danced over her clit, drawing her response out even longer.
Her hands twisted in his hair and she rocked her pelvis against him. Her mouth opened and she began to writhe. She screamed, finally, a long drawn-out wail followed by another shuddering climax.
“Wow.” Her voice was faint and breathless, making him grin.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart.” He kissed her hard, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He tangled his fingers in that long, dark hair, jerking her even closer.
She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, hauling him as close to her as possible. He allowed it for a moment and then pulled her away. She blinked up at him dazedly until he turned her around to face the headboard.
He gripped her hips and slowly slid inside her. At the feel of her tightening around him, his balls ached to plunge in as fast and hard as possible. But he wanted it to last, so he gritted his teeth and savored each inch of her covering his cock like a hot, wet glove. When he was halfway inside, he gave in and thrust so fast and far that his balls slapped against her clit.
She gave a muffled cry and moved back against him. With each thrust, she cried out, her hands gripping the headboard so hard that her nails dented the wood.
Every move they made was a battle. She began to rock her pelvis, rotating it with each inward thrust of his cock. He gripped the soft globes of her ass with his hands and held her still, grinding against her. She hissed in a breath, sobbing. “Please don’t stop, harder.”
He was happy to oblige her. His thrusts became even more frenzied, but she kept up with him. The sound of their flesh moving together was loud in the room, underscored by his growls and her whimpers. His pulse began to thunder, and he felt his balls tightening, spiraling out of control. His movements became more frenzied. “Baby, hold on.” He lifted her up higher and felt his control slipping away.
She muffled her scream against the pillows and he echoed it with one of his own. He pulled her close, holding her against him until their breaths slowed and their skin cooled.
He turned her around and brushed her hair out of her face, kissing her on the nose. “So, you understand right? Dreaming of Desi is fine, but the reality is much better.”
“I do.” She grinned up at him. “Do you understand that with me, you get both?”
“I’m getting very sleepy.” Lucian yawned and she pinched him. He wrapped his arms around her, and for the first time in a long while, Desi took the night off, falling asleep with a smile on her face.
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NightMare in Dunvegas
By Sela Carsen