Page 46 of All Mixed Up

He withdrew, nearly leaving me, before thrusting back in with twice the force. Then again and again and again, smacking our flesh so loud, passersby probably thought the trees were falling apart from the inside out. And why not? He was tearing me apart in the same way. My womb screamed. My thighs ached. My blood raced, carrying the ecstasy of his domination to the very tips of my limbs. I was split open, shattered into brilliant shards, and then redefined into something new. And yet, all of this new creature was still totally me. Simply a better, brighter version…

As my mind battled to process the thought, my composure fought to process the feelings. And Elvis was alive and pigs would fly. The tears I swore to never show him again were there once more, pouring down my cheeks. In horror, I ducked my face to the side—but that worked for all of three seconds. Lucien braced my jaw with an uncompromising hand, driving my sights back around and up.

“Do. Not. Hide. From. Me.” His order was so low and vehement, the words barely moved his lips. “No more hiding between us, Juliet.” He slowed his pace but deepened his thrusts. Holy shit, I could feel him up to my eyeballs. “Not ever again. Not from you, and not from me.”

My thorough gulp matched the brutal depth of his fucking. At once, I knew what his oath implied. The words weren’t just an affirmation in the height of passion. It was a promise from his heart and spirit.

Holy crap…

It was a game-changer.

I should look away again. So many intuitions shrieked the need at me.

But my own heart spoke up now…

And its whisper was louder than the screams.

It compelled me to embrace his gaze with mine. To give him the smile that had begun in a corner of my soul. A pocket that had once been so dark, but was now filled with the sunshine of this day, the perfection of this moment, the resplendence of this man.

And it filled me with words, as well. An answer I gave him in a worshipful whisper.

“All right, Lucien. No more hiding.”

The edges of his own lips lifted. The firmaments of his eyes glittered. He trailed his hand along my cheek and then into my hair, where he sifted his magical fingers in adoring strokes. He meshed the fingers of his free hand into the tips of mine, twisting even that inch of my flesh with commanding authority. I obeyed without question, reveling in the power of his hold and the intensity of his stare. Watching, totally fascinated, at the blue and black grandeur of his mounting lust.

“Not even now,” he emphasized with exposed teeth. “Show it to me, Juliette. Show me all of it…as you climb…”

As he issued the last of it, his growl was lost to husky breaths. He held to his own promise, not concealing an ounce of his joy as he worked to pleasure me.

To fill me…

To rock me…

To fuck me…

Making me climb.

As he kissed me with slow purpose.

As he circled his hips, brushing the bottom edge of my clit with every magical scoop of his body.

As he bent his head in, and unfurled an erotic snarl into my ear.

“Come for me, mon reve. Make all of my dreams come true.”

It was the best decree I’d gotten all day. All week.

I submitted at once. With searing violence, consuming ecstasy, total abandon.

And I showed him every gasping, grimacing, G-spot climaxing moment of it.

No…really.

My whole body arched, even with him on top. My head jacked back so far, my hairline scraped the dirt. Lucien had his cock buried so deep he could stay with me, maintaining the lock of our stares as my orgasm went on and on. And on…

When he joined me, it was heaven on crack. I watched every mesmerizing second of his release, yearning to trace the passionate creases of his face while his pleasure reached its crescendo. His mouth opened on a gut-deep moan as his thighs clenched, his ass tightened…

And his cock burst.