Page 39 of Queen of Misfortune (Shadows of Redemption)
“I did.”
I can’t refute him because his lips wrap around my nipple and suck hard, stealing my breath. I arch into him, closing my eyes as sensations I’ve never felt radiate through me.
He moans against me as his large hand kneads my other breast. “Are you wet for me, Lucy?” His other hand slides under my dress. A part of me feels like I should stop this. Another part of me is shouting,Hallelujah, finally! His fingers press against the panel of my panties. I hiss out a breath as a new type of sensation floods through me.
“Mmm, my little ice princess is hot and wet.” He moves down my body, and I’m wondering what he's doing. He pushes the skirt of my dress up and presses his nose to my panties and inhales. “Just like you, sweet and spicy.”
His fingers grip the waistband of my panties and tug them down. Again, a feeling that I shouldn’t be allowing this tries to rise, but I’m too captivated by Donovan and what he’s doing. That is until he leans in as if he plans to use his mouth on me.
“Wha–What are you doing?”
He kisses my inner thigh, sucking slightly. “I’m going to eat you up, Princess. Make you lose control for once.”
I don’t really understand what that means. I move to put my hands over my private part, but he grips me by the wrists.
“One taste, Lucy. I might die if I can’t taste you.” Then his tongue slides through my folds.
“Oh, my God.” I arch again as the sweetest, most torturous sensations flood through me.
“That’s right, open for me.” He releases my hands and pushes my thighs open wider. I feel exposed and vulnerable, but only for a split second. Only until his tongue is on me again, licking, lapping, flicking.
My body jerks and undulates of its own accord. Tension builds in my center, cranking up tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.
Donovan releases my wrists. His hands slide under me, lifting like he’s serving my intimate bits up for his meal. He moans, and the vibration of it reverberates through me. My fingers grip the couch as pressure builds. I might be a virgin, but I know where this is going. I’ve pleasured myself before. But oh, my God, I’ve never felt like this before. My body is taut in anticipation. My center is on fire.
“Come for me, Lucy,” Donovan murmurs against me as he moves one hand to my belly. “I want to drink you up.” His tongue slides inside me, and he uses his thumb on my hardened nub.
I cry out as my world pulls in and then snaps, explodes in a kaleidoscope of sensation. It floods my entire body down to my toes.
“Mmm… fucking fantastic,” he murmurs again as he continues to lick me until I can’t hardly take it anymore.
Finally, he stops. His body moves up mine until he’s over me. His erection behind his slacks is massive as it presses against my belly. He kisses me, and at first, I don’t want it. His mouth has been down there… it seems icky. But then it isn’t. More than the taste is the sense of intimacy. No man has been this close to me, has touched the parts of me that Donovan has.
“Is that what you needed? A release?”
His words stop the warm fuzzies floating inside me. I look up to his signature smirk, and it hits me that this is nothing for him. He’s done this to countless women. It’s only sex.
“It feels like that’s what you need.” I push at him. “But not from me.”
He’s a huge man, but he moves off me. “God, now what?”
I hate that tone in his voice. It suggests that I’m being unreasonable. Or an ice princess. Just as his comment about my needing a release did.
My movements are jerky as I straighten my dress and slip on my panties. “You’re a?—”
“A Toady, yes, I got it.”
“A jerk, Donovan Ricci.” I hate that my voice is quavering. Like I’m on the verge of crying. How does this man make me want so badly one minute and then make me feel like nothing the next?
His eyes narrow as he watches me. “Did I hurt you?”
All the time, I want to say, but I don’t.
His features soften and he steps toward me. “Lucy.” His hand reaches out to cup my face, but I’m already feeling crazy and humiliated.
I move back. “Please stay away from me.” I rush from the room, fleeing upstairs to my bedroom. Like a spoiled princess, I suppose. I flop on my bed and lose it. I’m not sure why, exactly. All I know is that I feel such emptiness and loneliness. And for a moment, when Donovan touches me, that seems to be gone. It’s like he sees me. But when it’s done, I feel worse than before because I know it’s not about me. I could be any woman. Sex isn’t love. It isn’t respect. It won’t fix what’s broken inside me.
The next day,I do my best to push everything away. It’s not easy. How do I forget that my father sold me to my husband who just died? Or that my father caused a car accident to kidnap me and my sister? Or that my sister could have total and complete freedom from this world but chose to stay? Or that I’ve let a man who doesn’t respect me touch me intimately simply because I’m feeling lost and alone? A hot shower doesn’t wash all that away.