Beautiful Misery (Miss Misery) (3 page)

Lucen
could sense the shift in my emotions too, and he seemed to be trying to chase it away with every sweep of his tongue. One finger then two plunged into to me, and I bit my own hand to stay sane. The fear melted in my fire.

His thumbs swept over my folds and his scruff tickled my clit as he caught his breath. “Good, Jess.
Squirm for me. I want to watch you wanting me after you denied me for so long.”

I had no choice.
My mouth still watered for a taste of him, but if I didn’t feel him in me soon, I might explode. Each fierce breath I exhaled was laced with a prayer. More. Now. Please.

Please!

Lucen could sense everything, and he teased me again and again until my breaths gave way to gasps, until my mind was emptied not just of fear and pain but doubts and questions. Emptied of everything but him and the unbearable pleasure he brought me. That’s when he spread my thighs wider and thrust inside me at last, growling my name and cursing his own inability to wait any longer.

I cried out, pulling him deeper inside. Desperately trying to fill that void he created.

Even then he was careful. Even then he somehow knew exactly how to move so he didn’t exacerbate my bruising.

I dug my fingers into his flesh, burrowed my face into whatever of his skin I could reach. His arms were locked around mine, so powerful and protective. So safe. Nothing I’d ever have thought I could feel with him.
But I did. And that realization was as intense as the shockwaves that finally ripped through me as he pushed me to climax.

I clawed at his back, sank my teeth into his arm, and he
followed, his grip on me tightening and my name bursting from his lips with all the ferocity of the spasms pulsing through our conjoined bodies. It lasted forever, ten years worth of pent up longing, exhaled in two savage screams.

When my breathing slowed down my awareness returned. Sweaty limbs wrapped around
each other, and my body still clinging to his erect cock. For all the disadvantages his being satyr entailed, I was well aware of the advantages, too. If the rumors were true, he could probably stay that way all night if I let him.

And I just might.

When I could think again, my mind came up empty. When I could speak again, I had no words. All I could do was feel. Content.

So u
nexpected.

Lucen
slid an arm out from under me. He cupped my cheek and kissed me tenderly, but I could sense the raw passion beneath the sweetness. Could tell he wasn’t done. My eyes closed. “We have a long road ahead, little siren.” His brushed my cheek as he bent his forehead to my chin. “But we can make this work. I swear to you. So long as you trust me.”

I breathed in his cinnamon scent
, the mingling aromas of our sweat and fresh linens. Of possibility.

“We will.” And in the moment,
after ten years of running away from him, I believed it.