Lucius (Acquisition Series #4) - Celia Aaron Page 0,50
dreams—it’s always been him.
How long have I loved him? Even when he killed Red? Even then? The thought horrifies me but also rings true. Maybe I’ve never let anyone get close because I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted this devil with the angel eyes. I want his love, and I have to give him mine. He demands it of me—when he protects me, when he saves me, when he risks everything for me. That revelation is like some sort of bomb that detonates through me. I’m the same, yet not. Evie, Evelyn, whoever I’ll become—I’m someone who knows love, and that’s all anyone can ever truly hope for, isn’t it?
When he climbs on top of me, I realize he’s naked beneath the sheet.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging in as he rests between my thighs.
Pulling back from the kiss, he cups my cheek. “Is this what you want?”
“What?”
“I want you to be sure, Evie. Because once we do this, I’m never letting you go. I’ve waited my whole life for you. I just didn’t realize it. Not until you shot me through the heart.”
“That’s a lot of pretty words from a vicious Vinemont.” My eyes water as I look up at him.
He nips at my bottom lip. “Fewer then? In that case, I’ll make it simple. I love you, Evie.”
How can this be real? How can we both have taken such long, twisted roads and arrived at the same place? I don’t know the answer to that. I probably never will.
“Love? From the devil?”
“Such as it is. It’s yours.”
Warmth suffuses my skin, lighting me up as I stare into his eyes. “I shouldn’t. I tried not to. I fought it so hard.” A tear leaks from my eye, and he catches it on his fingertip. “But I … I think I love you, too.”
For a moment, he looks surprised. Why does that seem both heartbreaking and adorable at the same time?
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I—”
“Shh.” I press my finger to his lips. “We only talk about the future, okay? The future is where we go from here, not back. That’s the only way this can work.”
He smiles and nuzzles his nose against mine. “I like the sound of that.” He shifts, and his cock grazes against my pussy. “Fuck, I love the feel of that.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. He devours me, his tongue caressing mine as he runs his hands down my body. When he cups my breast, I moan at the pressure as he squeezes.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me bust just from touching you.” He groans and kisses down my throat, his lips so warm against my skin yet sending out goosebumps all the same.
I move my hips against him, and he grabs my waist. “Don’t.” His voice is low and raw as he licks my nipple.
His touch sends sparks of heat dancing through me, and I need more, but he won’t let me move. Instead, he holds me down and sucks my breasts, his tongue wicked and nimble. By the time he moves lower, I’m a desperate mess, my hands in his hair, my back arching as he drops kisses down my stomach.
When he gets to my pussy, he yanks the blankets off and stares down at me. He’s so tense, his hard cock at attention as he runs his thumbs along my lips, spreading me open. It’s filthy and hot, and I moan when he leans closer and his breath dances across my hot, wet skin.
“Look at that pretty little cunt.” He grins and buries his face between my thighs.
“Lucius!” I gasp as he places his palms against my inner thighs and pushes, spreading me open wide as he licks, a groan in his throat.
He presses his tongue inside me and squeezes my thighs, and I think I might combust from the sensation of being held open and plundered.
But then he moves to my clit, sucking it between his lips then lashing it with his tongue. I grind on him, using his face as he teases and tastes. Sliding two fingers inside me, he looks up. “You need more, Evie. You need so much more.” He returns to my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against it as I shudder with need.
“Please.”
“Please?” He crawls up my body and shares my taste with me, his mouth hot and wet against mine.
He notches his cock at my entrance, and his thick head presses inside me.