Page 104 of Coveted

His body ripples with his perfectly honed muscles, abdominals ending in the erotic V-shape. The line of dark hair leads past the band of his pants.

He leans down to steal a kiss from my mouth, while I’m hyperaware of him unzipping his pants and pushing them with his boxers past his thighs.

His cock springs forth, hitting my stomach and leaving a wet dab of pre-cum. Despite my pussy’s eagerness for him, I draw back in apprehension.

Genuinely, how will this work? It seems impossible. I nearly choked when he put it down my throat.

The anticipation skitters across my bare skin. I feel like I’m climbing to the peak of a rollercoaster, about to drop.

Lucan shoves my doubts to the side when he grabs my hips, lifts me higher, and throws me onto his bed. I land on my back with a surprised gasp, and he’s on top of me before I can push myself up. His hand snatches my wrists and pins them over my head, while his knee knocks my legs open, exposing me fully.

His cock digs into my hip like a threat. Maybe I’m as sick as he is, because a fresh torrent of wetness drips from my pussy.

My inner walls still ache from when he stretched me, but they hurt in a way that makes me want more. I feel empty down there, like I can only be filled by him.

“I’ll never let you go, Sadie,” he says. “I promise.”

My breath hitches when his mouth finds my nipple, his tongue flicking the pebble at an agonizingly pleasurable pace. Then without warning, he sinks his teeth into the vulnerable flesh, making me cry out in pain.

“Fuck!” I choke out.

The stubble on his chin feels like sandpaper against my breast, yet the contrast only intensifies the fire in me.

“Good,” says Lucan. “You’ve got a dirty mouth when you’re dying for my cock. Let me give you what you want.”

He’s pinning my wrists so hard that my hands are turning numb. Writhing, I try to free myself. He responds by snaking his other hand around my neck, squeezing the sides until my pulse thuds against his fingers.

“What I really want to hear from you is my name,” he says in that soft, deadly voice. “I’m going to make you scream it.”

From pain or pleasure?

I try to swallow, made difficult by his hold on me.

His erection rests on my stomach and god, it’s heavy.

“You’re perfect for me, Sadie,” he says. “I’m perfect for you. You’ll see.”

While he maneuvers his body, I desperately try to relax. If my muscles are tense, sex will hurt more.

But as he drags his hand from my throat and down my quivering body to reach for his cock, my core clenches involuntarily. Relaxing is impossible.

This is really going to happen. I’m going to have sex with Lucan. My mind’s a hazy, aroused, fearful mess, and my body’s on fire with wanting.

Maybe once we’ve had sex, the unholy attraction between us will end. We’ll have fed the beast.

Lucan lines up the slick head of his cock against my drenched slit. I’m too swollen and flushed and wet to pretend I want out. He releases my wrists, and my hands bunch the bedsheets to prepare.

“Ready, beautiful?” he asks.

He holds my chin, his face inches from mine, like he doesn’t want to miss a single reaction he causes in me.

There’s a moment then. I’m caught off guard and it has nothing to do with our physical forms. His blazing eyes delve into mine, passionate and wild. In my state of unhinged desire, I allow him in.

If eyes are windows to what lies within, his soul brushes up against mine. I can tell he feels it too, by the way he pauses for a second as if in awe.

“Sadie,” he whispers.

Then the moment ends, our connection becoming physical and heated again. Lucan drives his cock into me, pulling a cry from my throat. He splits me in the most delicious way, my entrance searing with pain as my body struggles to accommodate him.