The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,37

digging against my belly.

God, I’d never met a man—envisioned a man—who had so much raw sexuality pouring off him. And Lucius had that in spades.

He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. I followed suit. My heart pounded hard behind my ribs. I heard that pulse in my ears, felt it in my throat. I clenched my thighs together, my pussy so wet, so incredibly soaked that I felt it seep through my panties, the delicate material pressed to my folds, to my engorged clit.

Lucius used his teeth to bite my bottom lip, causing a flash of pain before he smoothed the sting away with his tongue. I couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from me.

Lucius broke away and panted, resting his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. I could make out the way his jaw was clenched, the fact that it was clear he tried to control himself.

I didn’t want that.

And as I was about to say that, Lucius pulled back and opened his eyes.

“Elise,” he whispered then groaned, his jaw clenched even more.

Tell me what you want.

“I—” He paused, his throat working as he swallowed.

“Tell me.” I actually said those words, surprised at myself for being bold. That wasn’t like me, but then again, sleeping with my boss wasn’t either.

Until now.

When he opened his eyes this time, there was this hard edge to them. I realized it was a look of carnal need.

“I want inside you, Elise.” He ground his cock against me, and I gasped. “I want that so fucking badly.”

A chill coasted over my body and cooled my overheated flesh, but still, I was burning alive. The feel of my nipples no doubt poking obscenely against my shirt wasn’t lost on me. And when Lucius pulled back, looking down because he no doubt felt that evidence, my mouth dried. The look on his face was pure… lust.

We said nothing as we stood toe-to-toe, as I was keenly aware of how much taller and broader he was than me. I felt small and petite, feminine in his presence. That was amplified when he touched me, said the dirty things to me. I let my gaze roam over his chest, taking in the white shirt he wore, how it molded to his toned body, how his muscles were bulging under the material.

He slid his hand down my arm, along my waist, and curled his big fingers around my hipbone. All his hard, defined lines were pressed against my softer ones, and my body hummed, my pussy tingling, my nipples aching.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, and I felt a fresh gush of moisture leave me at the deep rumble of his voice. I had to clench my thighs together to stem my intense arousal, but all that did was add pressure to my clit, causing that lust to increase tenfold.

“Touch me,” I begged, not ashamed to be so damn needy for this, for him.

And he gave me what I wanted.

Lucius leaned in and kissed me again. He wasn’t slow and gentle. He took possession of me. He moved his hand up my side, over my belly, and cupped one of my breasts. I moaned, the sound leaving me before I could muffle it. I couldn’t help but arch my back, thrusting the heavy, aching mound harder into his palm.

“That’s it,” he groaned against my lips.

The slow glide of his lips along my jaw had me closing my eyes and letting my head fall back, giving him better access. I needed so much more. Lucius’s other hand pressed against the base of my spine and slowly made its way lower until he was now cupping my ass.

“Lucius,” I moaned, not meaning to say anything, but the feel of one of his hands covering my ass and the other molded around my breast had all common sense leaving me. When he started moving his thumb over my hard nipple, back and forth, using slight pressure, I would have given him anything he wanted. He licked and nipped at my throat, sucked at my flesh until I knew there would be a love bite, a bruise… his mark.

“Fuck,” he said coarsely. “I’ve thought about this moment more times than I can count. And fuck, it’s better than I could have ever imagined.” As if to emphasize his words, he thrust his massive cock against my belly, grinding his dick into me, and I remembered how I’d seen all that hard flesh in the nude. I knew how big he was,