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Why did that sound so damned good when she knew he was injured, stoned, and half heartbroken about being forced to hide out?

“If I have to leave tomorrow, I won’t be able to touch you for who knows how long. I want you to feel me for days, bella. In you, on you … my fist in your hair, fingers digging into your sides leaving marks, my teeth on your skin … everywhere.”

Air caught in Jordyn’s throat, keeping her words at bay. Heat pooled in her stomach, flooding straight to her clenching sex. She was sure wetness was already starting to dampen the sleep shorts she pulled on earlier in her haste to get out of the clothes Lucian’s blood had stained.

“I need to know if that’s okay,” Lucian said quietly, a huskiness saturating his words.

Jordyn still couldn’t speak from her surprise at his declaration. She settled for a nod, and barely had time to react when Lucian pushed off the wall and lunged for her. What response she did have to his weight crashing into hers, taking her to the floor, and his mouth crushing against hers, was a whimper.

That was it. A fucking whimper.

They always kissed so passionately, with her exploring and him dominating. This was different. Lucian claimed her mouth with strikes of his tongue and bites from his teeth. Pushing her back to the floor inside the office, he didn’t even let her take the time to breathe.

Jordyn’s eyes flew wide, a harsh gasp sucking into her lungs when Lucian bit into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The briefest flash of pain mixed in with the heat pooling in her womb sent shocks of desire and pleasure coursing straight to her pussy.

Impulsively she wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer. The strain of the hard ridge of his erection beneath his zipper ground into her pelvis and stomach. Heady, throaty groans fell from Lucian’s lips every time his body connected with Jordyn’s. His fingers dug roughly into her hips and pinned her to the floor, keeping her trapped between hardwood and his weight.

Flickers of thoughts passed her mind too fast to keep up with. Was he okay to do this? Would this hurt his injury? Did he even care?

Jordyn didn’t think so, considering Lucian barely reacted when his injured arm slid under her back, his hand fisting into the ends of her hair to tug until her neck was bent back and bare. Over and over his hot mouth landed to her flesh, biting, sucking, and marking. Each time, her sanity dropped off the radar as carnal needs began to take over.

Never before had Jordyn wanted to feel like she was owned by a man. That everything she was, her body, heart, soul, and mind, was only his. Lucian did that to her—for her. It was consuming. It debilitated all rational thoughts.

Lucian yanked at the neckline of the flimsy tank-top Jordyn wore, stretching the fabric under his strength until it ripped and her chest was exposed. The force of the cotton pulling against her skin stung, surely leaving red marks along her collarbones and throat. She couldn’t find it in herself to care once his lips were soothing away the lingering tenderness.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” she heard Lucian demand.

Jordyn willed away the air in her voice so she could speak. “Yes.”

“No, tell me. Say the words.”

“I …”

Jordyn’s thought process dropped off again when Lucian’s teeth enclosed her nipple, nipping the tight bud until her cry escaped, sending sharp sparks of pain and desire flooding her veins. Reacting to the sting of his bite, Jordyn sought purchase wherever she could, which just happened to be his hair.

Lucian’s mouth curved with a wicked smirk as he released her nipple. “Hurts, doesn’t it? You like a little pain. Tell me what I want to hear, beautiful girl, and we’ll really get started.”

Jordyn moaned, her eyes fluttering closed when she felt his hand slide down to cup her sex through her shorts. He stroked her over the fabric, each swipe of his fingers wetting her further. Needing him like she did, Jordyn couldn’t help but roll her hips into his hand, wanting more.

“Sweetheart, say it.”

Jordyn yanked on his hair, giving back that pain and making him look at her. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Christo, sì,” Lucian groaned in response.

Chapter Twenty-One

Lucian chanted Jordyn’s name like a mantra, the sound of his deep voice washing over her senses like liquid silk as he hastily removed what little clothing she wore. The roughness of his actions urged her to do the same to him, helping him out of his bottoms until they were kicked away and he was naked against her.

The hardwood floor was cold pressing to her back, but Jordyn barely noticed. The inner burn of lust was already sweeping through, thickening her blood and mind. She couldn’t help but let her knees fall open further, her body spreading wide and inviting him in while he kissed and bit a searing path between her breasts, down along her stomach, and straight to her sex.

When his mouth came in contact with her pussy, already throbbing, soaked and swollen with need, she was gripping his hair again, her fingernails scratching to his scalp. Lucian answered her high cry of bliss with a low hum of approval, his tongue diving between her fleshy folds to spread them and taste the arousal gathering.

He took his time at first. Exploring her most intimate parts with his mouth, tongue, and teeth. Sweeps of his tongue and gentle bites to sensitive flesh had Jordyn shaking. Lucian’s hands grabbed to her thighs, pushing them further open until muscles protested and the sweetest ache curved her back up from the floor into an arch.

That was when Lucian really started. Fast laps of his tongue landed to her entrance, moving upwards until the tortuous rhythm was attacking her clit. Lucian went between sucking and nipping the bundle of nerves to striking it again and again with his tongue. Her body would just being to sing with the tremors of an oncoming orgasm before he’d slow it down, suckling and massaging her back to a breathless, trembling mess. It was relentless.

Two fingers slid into her clenching channel just as Lucian began to draw her back down from the precipice again. Then, Lucian curled his digits roughly upwards and inwards, hitting the fleshy spot inside her walls that sent her juices gushing around his hand and her body flying. At the same time, his mouth latched on stronger to her clit than before, teeth nipping at the hood of her clit as he sucked hard.