Page 35 of All Mixed Up

My breath rushed out in a sigh but became a high cry. The dull pain of his invasion quickly spiraled into more. So much more. I convulsed and quickened. Fluttered and flew. Raced toward the edge I’d been craving since that amazing night in the apartment. How had I ever thought one night with him would be enough?

How would one month be enough?

It will have to be. You will make it be.

Wasn’t that the point of magic anyway? It was special…for an instant. Awestriking…for a flash.

Temporary.

An illusion.

And I’d accept it. Embrace it. For this crystalline perfection of a moment, I’d believe it.

And did.

“Juliette. Tu me rends folle. Tu est tellement parfait. Je t’aime baise. Je t’aime baise.”

“Yes,” I gasped back. “Fuck me, Lucien. Deeper. Plus profound. Plus fort. Je te veux tellement. Baiser-moi Baiser-moi!”

I had no idea why I switched to French, but I didn’t question it. The words simply felt right. As right as him filling me over and over again, stretching me in every way, Conquering me with his pulsing, hot stalk until everything really was him, including the words that tumbled from my lips.

And the kiss he gifted me with his.

Mon dieu. My God.

So good.

So full.

So invasive and wet and dominating and captivating. And now, absorbing every second of the rapturous scream that erupted from me.

The ecstasy started in the center of my clit. Zinged through every inch of my womb. Rocketed past my cartwheeling belly and up my convulsing throat before shooting off my parted lips. And Lucien was there, taking it all. Feeling it all. Celebrating it all with his hot lunges and his rolling hips and his salty, gleaming skin. He used it all to ricochet the force back into me, making me come with a force I’d never known. My senses were lightning and thunder and rain. A swirl of silver then black then white behind my eyes. Beneath my clawing hands, Lucien’s shoulders coiled and strained. Against my biting teeth, his lips growled and gnashed. Inside my body, his cock swelled even more.

His mouth slipped off of mine, only to keep my lips captive with a lusty litany in two languages.

“Fuck. Juliette. Fuck.”

“C’est si bon, ma belle.”

“Wrap your legs up. Squeeze me, chéri. Squeeze me.”

“Oui. Yes. Yesssss.”

“Je jouis…oh, God…je jouis.”

His ass and thighs constricted. Froze. Then released, punching his erection even deeper into me, before he groaned low and hard, consumed with his intense release.

He rode me long and hard, not stopping for several minutes. He gave me his shudders while accepting mine in return.

At last, he rolled his head down to take my mouth in several tender kisses. During one of those embraces, I felt extra warmth on his lips. My gaze bugged wide—but then even wider, as my shock took hold.

“Shit.” I swiped the pad of his lower lip with my thumb. “I made you bleed!”

With an expression I couldn’t decipher, Lucien gently grasped my hand. When he pulled it back, he regarded the bright red stain on my finger with steady intent…

Before guiding my hand down the center of his sternum.

Wordlessly, I stared at the crimson streak along his skin.