The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,38

knew I’d be able to feel that steel pipe fully as he stretched me, filled me. “That feel good?”

I nodded then licked my lips and murmured, “It feels so good.”

He hummed low, the sound so deep and rough it was like a wild animal growling. I turned my head to the side, needing to feel his mouth on mine. He dragged his mouth back up my neck, over my jaw, and ran his tongue along the corner of my mouth. I gasped at how sensitive it felt, how it made my body tingle. He continued to kiss and lick the side of my mouth, not giving me what I really wanted, but teasing me, tormenting me in the most erotic of ways.

“Tell me what you want, Elise,” he whispered against my mouth. “Tell me what you need and it’s yours. Anything. Everything.”

I wanted pure, unadulterated sex with him.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. My breath caught at the look he gave me. He searched my face; all the while, his thumb continued to tease the puckered flesh of my nipple, his palm caressing my ass.

I swallowed, knowing I wouldn’t keep the words locked in my throat. They needed out. He needed to hear them so he’d give me what I wanted.

I didn’t know how this would end or how it would look after the fact, but that wasn’t something I was going to worry about right now.

So, I stared into his blue eyes and said a softly, “I want you, Lucius. I want all of you.”

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Elise

The groan that spilled from his mouth after I spoke was rough, uncut. He had his hands on my shoulders and used a little pressure to push me down until I was on my knees, looking up at him, my mouth parted, desire slamming in and out of me so fast I couldn’t grasp it, couldn’t contain it.

By the look on his face, the fact that I was on my knees, I knew what he wanted, knew what I wanted. I was out of my element here, but I wanted to take the very male part of him into my mouth and pleasure him, to see him unravel like I had.

Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat, I waited for him to make the next move. I didn’t want to seem that inexperienced, and if I tried taking his hard cock out, I knew my fingers would fumble.

He groaned deeply and took one step back. My heart raced as I watched him go for the buttons on his shirt. He never once took his eyes off me as he popped them free, one by one. He shirked off the expensive material until it fell to the floor, and then I took in the very muscular part of his body he revealed.

The rolls of muscles that made up his six-pack, his defined pecs, his bulging biceps that had my mouth watering in female appreciation, they all had wicked arousal pulsing through me.

God, I was so turned on.

Lucius didn’t move, just stood there letting me look my fill, just let me take in every inch of him. My gaze landed on the crotch of his slacks, at how the dark material was tented from his desire for me. I was the cause of him being so hard.

Remembering him naked played through my head. I swore I only had to look at his dick for a few seconds before the image of it was branded into my memory.

I could read his mind as he stared at me, a silent demand for me to comply. And I did just that.

I started undressing while I sat on my knees, the floor hard and cold, but the discomfort only seemed to turn me on even more. He didn’t move, didn’t make a sound as he watched me take off layer by layer until I was in my bra and panties, staring up at him, wet and aching between my thighs, ready for whatever he wanted to give me.

I felt my pulse throbbing between my thighs, couldn’t help but picture his hands down there, his mouth on the most intimate part of my body. Just a look from him drew out my needs and wants and combined them all into one erotic desperation.

“I’m going to have every square inch of you before the night is over.”

The air left me violently at his dark words. They were filled with heat and demand and want.

“Take the rest off,” he