Page 107 of Coveted

Now that I know what it’s like, what if I lose her? What if she wants to leave, or someone hurts her?

What if she doesn’t want me once she sees all of me? It scares me to think what I’d do. The creature demands I lock her up and keep her safe, just for me, forever.

Running both hands through my hair, I stop pacing.

Look at her. God.

Her soft pink lips, her delicate features. The way her face creases slightly as she dreams.

What is she dreaming of?

The sheets are wound around her naked body, her arms resting above her head on the pillow, as though she feels completely safe.

Like a starved hound, I’m drawn to her, climbing onto the bed without shifting my gaze from her perfect form. The setting moon bathes her round breasts in a pearly light.

So fucking perfect. Like a picture I can touch.

Sadie’s still wearing her heels, because I told her to. I unbuckle each shoe and slide them off, so she doesn’t wake up with sore feet. I tug the sheet away from her hips. Her pretty little cunt is puffy and raw from being fucked so good.

Maybe I should’ve stopped when I was drilling her so deep, but I couldn’t. I actually fucking couldn’t.

My cock twitches as the lingering scent of her juices reaches me. Her folds still shine with the wetness of our combined cum, and the sight is enough to make my blood surge and race. Her clit is a pink pearl, begging to be licked.

I should let her sleep. She was attacked at the gala last night, and then fucked well past her limits. Her breath remains slow and steady, her pert tits rising and falling.

Adjusting myself on the bed to give my aching cock room, I brush my fingertips feather-soft up her calf. She gives a tiny moan, her head lolling to the side.

Her voice is raspy. “Lucan?”

“I’m here,” I murmur.

“What time is it?”

“Nearly morning.”

Blinking, she gazes at me. “What are you doing?”

“Waking you up.”

Her eyelids flutter closed and she bites her bottom lip. “Okay.”

That’s my girl.

I continue along the seam of her leg, over her thigh to her pussy.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I press my forefinger half an inch into that inviting little slit. Her flesh is warm and slick, and her tight cunt hugs my fingertip instantly, making me want to thrust it inside.

She moans, her eyelashes twitching.

Withdrawing my hand, I lick her wetness from my finger. It’s a mistake, because immediately my hunger for her doubles.

I slide two fingers this time, nudging into her. I’m met with resistance right away, her swollen folds pulsing against me. Leaning forward with a moan of anticipation, I put the tip of my tongue on her clit and draw small circles while pushing my fingers deeper inside.

Sadie moans, louder this time. Wrapping my lips around her pink bud, I suck gently, urging my fingers in to my knuckles.

She’s getting wetter. I increase the pressure with my tongue, then slide it all around her delicate cunt.