Lucius (Acquisition Series #4) - Celia Aaron Page 0,51

anything. Maybe this was always in our stars. I don’t know, but I’m certain I need Lucius like I need my next breath.

“So goddamn tight.” He groans and presses deeper, his cock sliding in my wetness as I urge him deeper.

“Don’t stop.”

“Stopping has never been an option when it comes to you, darling.” He runs one hand behind my back and clamps down on my shoulder. Holding me in place, he slides the rest of the way inside, his hips thrusting in a smooth movement.

I’m full of him. Full of love for him. I never want this to end.

He pulls back and surges forward again, his hand still holding me in place as he moves. “Made for me. Jesus Christ.” He groans and pulls out quickly, then plunges deep, starting a fast rhythm.

I open my legs wider for him, my heels in the air as our bodies slap together, the sound ricocheting around the room. I press my hands against the headboard, and he releases my shoulder, pulling back as he keeps pistoning inside me.

“Look at you. Just fucking look at you.” He cups my breasts and pinches my nipples as he works my pussy.

I arch at his touch, my body alight inside and out.

“Fuck yes, take it all, Evie. I want to see every inch of me inside you.” He leans back even more, his gaze on where his cock slides in and out of me. “Ah, fuck.” His cock hardens even more, and he falls on top of me, his mouth finding mine in a messy, frantic kiss.

Our bodies, slicked with sweat, slide against each other as we learn each other, taste each other.

“What do you need, darling?” He bites my ear, then sucks my neck. “I want you to get off so hard you see stars. Tell me what this pretty pussy needs.”

I moan at his words, at all the sensations that rocket through me with each of his strokes.

“I know what you need, my little Evie.” He moves one hand between us as he stares down at me, his dark hair wild and his gaze never wavering.

When he presses his thumb to my clit and starts stroking it, I rake my nails down his back. “Lucius, yes!”

“That’s my good girl.” He reclaims one of my nipples in his mouth, biting harder this time. The hint of pain sends my arousal spiraling even higher, and I can’t stop the rising wave of euphoria that’s rushing toward me.

“I—I …” My breath is stolen away as my orgasm hits. It comes from somewhere deep inside, a release that rolls on and on as I claw at Lucius and cry his name. He doesn’t stop stroking me, his mouth on my tits, on my throat. I come until I can barely breathe, my body spent and so sensitive.

“That was so fucking hot.” He runs his palm down my chest, between my breasts, and then to my pussy. “God, feel that. Feel how perfect.” He takes my hand and brings it to his cock as he thrusts in and out.

It’s so filthy, so goddamn perfect to feel his hard cock sliding into my wet pussy.

“All for you, Evie. Every bit of me is yours.” He pulls out, then flips me over onto my stomach.

With a hard pull, he yanks me onto his dick. I squeal at the pressure when he enters me from behind.

“Fuck yes.” He runs a finger down my ass and strokes the hole.

“Lucius!” I turn to look at him.

He smirks back at me and applies pressure, slipping the tip of his finger inside. “I’m going to take every hole you have, darling. I can promise you that. Maybe not right now.” He pushes it farther, and I can’t stifle my moan. How can something so wrong feel so good? It sends so much arousal flooding through me that I swear I get even wetter.

“You like that?” He grunts, and his animalistic manner only turns me on more. When he slaps my ass, I jump. “I asked you a question, Evie. Do you like it when I play with your tight asshole?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“I know you do, good girl.” He reaches up with his other hand and takes a handful of hair.

When he thrusts inside me again, I arch and take every bit of him. He pulls my hair, riding me while he fingers my asshole.

I’m so worked up, so turned on, I feel that wave inside me again. It rolls and rolls, and when Lucius plunges his finger