She wrapped herself tightly around him and came again, harder, nails digging into his skin, breath catching and halting, heart tripping. He felt the pressure building in his own body, sharp and fierce, his c**k aching to release.
He closed her wound with his tongue and used her hair to force her to face him.
Her eyes half-closed, somnolent, sated, he shook her head with his fist in her hair, trying to be gentle and fearing he’d failed when her eyes snapped open.
“You’re mine,” he growled, surging into her.
“Yes,” she panted without delay.
“Say it,” he demanded.
She acquiesced, again immediately, “I’m yours.”
“Always.”
As he thrust into her, faster, harder, the pressure building, her body jolting under him, he felt her limbs tense and watched as her face paled.
She didn’t speak.
“Say it, Leah. Always,” he ground out.
“Lucien…”
He thrust into her, deeper, harder and she whimpered in pleasure.
“Say it!” he commanded.
Her eyes locked with his.
“I’m yours, Lucien,” she whispered, “always.”
It was at that moment he came, long and hard, an orgasm unparalleled in eight hundred years. It was even better than the one she’d given him last night during their first joining which he would have thought impossible.
After, he allowed his weight to collapse on her for long moments before he heard her breath turn heavy from taking his burden.
Then he rolled them, careful to keep them joined, so he was on his back, she was straddling him, her torso to his, her face in his neck, breath still coming fast and brushing lightly against his skin.
Moments passed, Lucien matching his heart to the pulsing rhythm of Leah’s as he tried to shut down his mind. To shut out the images burned there from his dream. The traces of satin on his hands. The dread tearing through his soul as he sought to escape the hunt. None of this reconciled with Leah in his arms, her sweet wetness still tight around his cock, her br**sts crushed against his chest, her heartbeat thumping rapidly.
Belatedly, he smelled her fear.
“Leah?”
Her heart skipped and his skipped with it.
Then she whispered, “What was that?”
“Leah –”
She started to lift up but his arms held her captive.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, “we’ll disconnect.”
She stilled.
Then she asked, “Lucien, what just happened?”
He had no earthly idea. He’d never behaved with such a driven even desperate need before.