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Once in the room I set her down reluctantly but kept her close, always having my hands on her. “I didn’t change the sheets,” I admitted. “They smelled like you, and I didn’t want to get rid of that.” Fuck, my heart was racing a mile a minute.

She looked over her shoulder at the bed, then back at me, licking her lips, nervousness and anticipation coming from her in waves.

“Don’t be nervous,” I whispered and took a step closer. The lights were off, yet the glow from the city came through the bedroom window, muted only by the sheer drapes.

“Is it that obvious?”

I moved closer and cupped her chin, tilting her head back slightly. She parted her mouth.

“I’ve never done this before, Lucian.”

“I know,” I said huskily. “I know, Grace.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes and just inhaling the sweet scent of her. “You want this?” I felt her nod. “I’ll go easy and slow. I’ll make this good for you, baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt and felt her tense against me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. This’ll feel good. I’ll make sure of it.”

“I know,” she moaned. “I’m shaking because I’m so turned on.”

I groaned at that admission.

She placed her hand over mine and urged it up, bringing the material over her belly. She didn’t stop me, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of my bare flesh against hers, of my fingers along her smooth skin, she gasped.

“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “I could take every part of you right now until there was nothing left, and I’d still need more, Grace. It still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Then give it all to me.”

I curled my fingers against her side, knowing I’d leave marks on her delicate flesh if I wasn’t gentle.

Moving my hand up higher, I felt the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. My dick punched forward even harder. Covering one of her breasts with my hand, I ran my tongue along her bottom lip at the same time. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh, and she arched against me even more.

Over and over I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was the only source of oxygen. I needed her fully naked, needed her hot, soft body pushed against mine.

I needed the scent of our fucking covering the bed, filling this room.

I moved my mouth down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.

When it came to Grace, I was primitive, feral. I wanted to mark her like she was my property.

If anyone owns anyone, I’m Grace’s.

“Lucian.” She whispered my name, and it was so fucking perfect falling for her lips.

I wanted my handprints on her body, wanted my teeth marks on her skin. I wanted her crying out my name as I thrust in and out of her, as I made her tell me who she belonged to.

“Don’t stop.” She all but clawed at me, bringing me closer, plunging her tongue between my lips in a desperate, silent plea for more.

I grabbed the hem of her shirt and in one swift move pulled the material up and off her body. I tossed it aside and immediately went for her skirt, fumbling with the button and zipper like some fucking schoolboy who didn’t know what the hell to do.

When that was off and in a pile with the shirt, I took a step back and watched her remove her heels. I was tempted to tell her to keep them on as I took her.

And then there she stood in only a pair of plain, innocent little white panties.

“Perfection,” I said out loud, not meaning to. This obscene need filled me, and I found myself reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a dirty bastard. “Grace.” Her name came from me on this strangled whisper. I was left there with my heart in my throat and a hard-on so fucking big I was surprised I didn’t come from the sight of her alone.

“Touch me, Lucian. Please.”

I reached out and cupped her breasts, gently curled my fingers around the mounds until she closed her eyes and started gasping like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.

I was already at my breaking point as I kissed her.

Moving my hands lower, I wrapped them around her hips and down to her ass, the mounds perfect as I cupped them through the cotton material of her panties. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up tight. I looped my fingers under the hem of her underwear and moved them inward so they were bunched in the crease of her ass.