Love at Stake (Entangled Covet)(71)

“Want something?” she whispered, stroking his hard cock through the denim.

“Christ,” he rasped.

Feeling powerful, she repeated the action and watched the look of pained pleasure flash over his face. Slowly, taking her time, she popped the button of his jeans, then reached for the zipper. Lucian held still as she worked, letting her do as she wished. With a tug, he sprang free from the confining denim.

Abbey grinned at his muffled curse. Poor man must have been uncomfortable.

She drew her fingers along the velvety soft skin of his cock, taking her time to explore him. When she drew her thumb over the head he bucked against her hand. Abbey wanted to play but his jeans cut off her access.

“Off,” she murmured, touching the pants.

Lucian had the material stripped from his skin in seconds, moving faster than her human eyes could see. He crouched over her, utterly exposed to her gaze, and smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. All hers. Forever.

Not a single article of her clothing had been removed but Abbey’s breath was shallow; her pulse thundered in her ears. This felt different from the other times they had been together. His confession had changed the game. There was a weight to their embrace that hadn’t been there before. This wasn’t just her attempt to take whatever piece of him she could touch. Now he was the man she’d spend the rest of her life with. The man she’d go to bed with and wake up beside.

A joy unlike anything she’d ever felt before filled her. There might be hurdles in their future, but it was nothing they couldn’t overcome together.

“What are you thinking?” he whispered, crawling over her body. “There is a smile on your face I’ve never seen before.”

“I’ll tell you later,” she whispered. “Right now we’re in the middle of something important.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, hooking his fingers around her sweatpants. He tugged them lower, kissing her navel as he slid her panties down with the pants. When they were low enough Abbey eagerly kicked them off.

“This too,” Lucian said, tugging her shirt over her head.

She hadn’t bothered with a bra as she’d expected to spend the night as a couch potato eating leftovers, and right now she was glad of the oversight. Especially when Lucian kissed the skin above her heart reverently.

“I love you,” he whispered again.

She closed her eyes, a shudder raking her, as she absorbed the words she’d never thought she’d hear.

Abbey opened her mouth to reply when Lucian drew his tongue over one hardened nipple. A gasp replaced the confession she’d been about to voice.

“Please,” she begged, her legs falling open. “I need you. Right now.” She didn’t want to wait anymore. Not when this was the first time they’d be together as lovers who truly loved.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, tracing her folds with a finger.

“Always.”

“Look at me, love.”

Abbey looked up into his blue eyes. She felt his cock nudge against her slit but kept her eyes on the man above her.

Slowly, he sank into her.

Abbey gasped as he filled her. She’d never get tired of the feeling. He completed her in a way no other ever had. Meeting his gaze, she saw love shining there and felt her heart melt at the sight.

“Mine,” he growled.

She understood the urge. She wanted to yell from the roof that this man was hers alone.

“Hurry,” she said instead.

He gripped her hips and withdrew. Abbey bit her lip at the sense of loss, only to throw her head back in ecstasy when he surged back into her.

Locking her ankles against his lower back, she urged him on. The position allowed him to drive even deeper into her and she pressed her lips against his shoulder to keep from screaming.

They rocked together, straining for that elusive pleasure. Again and again he thrust, sending intense waves of pleasure through her. The pressure built as they moved together. She tightened her thighs and used her heels to push him on.

Her teeth scraped against his shoulder when the pressure built to its crucial point and she felt him return the favor. Fangs dragged across her skin, hard enough to hint at his need but not yet piercing her skin.

Her inner muscles tightened, forcing a rough groan from him.

“Let me,” he begged. “I swear it won’t be like before.”

Abbey frowned, about to refuse.

“Trust me.”

The words stilled her rejection. If they were going to spend a lifetime together, she needed to get over the biting thing.

“Okay,” she whispered, tensing as he leaned down.

“No pain,” he promised, his fangs touching her skin. “Only pleasure. Mind-blowing pleasure.”