Flesh: Part Thirteen (The Flesh Series Book 13) Read Online Free Page B

of
me. His lips kiss wherever they can find skin.
    I wrap my arms
around his broad shoulders. For as much as I just want to go to
sleep, the sensuality of what he's doing demands my attention. I purr
contently, knowing that he's making love to me this time. My lips
quirk into a smile, and I crane my head for his affectionate kisses.
One of my hands crawls up the nape of his neck to curl into his hair.
I like that I'm able to touch him now, that I'm not so restrained.
    Soft moans fall from
my lips as he presses deep between my thighs, his body becoming a bit
more aggressive. It's love making on the uptick. He's gaining the
leverage he needs for release, and I'm basking in the emotions that
our coupling causes. If every night were like this, I'd be in heaven.
If he were always like this, I'd want to marry him. This isn't who he
is all the time though.
    I cling to him
desperately, loving the feel of his body moving on top of mine. He
pushes into me a few more times, and then he stills, panting while he
kisses my cheeks, my nose, my eyes.
    He rolls off of me
to go to the bathroom and grab a towel, cleaning me up before he
climbs into bed beside me again. This time when he pulls me into his
arms, I know it's for sleep.
    I slide my hand over
his stomach before bringing it up to his chest, nuzzling against him.
My fingers splay across the hard muscle there, feeling the thrumming
of his heartbeat. I tilt my head to kiss the patch of skin next to my
thumb, sighing contently. Sexually, I'm completely fulfilled.
Emotionally, I'm topped off as well. It's crazy to think that just
this morning I had convinced myself that I never wanted to see him
again. Now I'm more in love with him than ever. The feeling is so
intense that I can hardly contain it.
    A blush creeps over
my cheeks as the words roll around inside of my mouth. I shouldn't
say them. He doesn't deserve to hear them.
    Maybe if I say them
though, he'll realize how much he means to me. Perhaps it will make
him leave Flesh. Should I take the chance? The thought of saying them
just makes me feel so vulnerable.
    “ I...”
I hesitate, choking on my own breath as if my heart is pulling the
words back into my throat. I need to get it out though. The feeling
is just too strong to be denied, and he needs to know the truth. “I
love—”
    SNORE!
    My shoulders slump
from the realization that he's fast asleep. Then I shake my head and
grin. I was so sure that I'd be the one to pass out first. Maybe he
was more exhausted than he let on.
    Oh well. Surely,
there will be other times to say it. Better times. A time when I'm
certain that he loves me too.

    ***

    The morning comes
early, as it always does on days when I have to work. I groan when I
realize that Lucian is already out of bed. It's a bit annoying that
he can sneak out of the room without waking me.
    I roll over onto my
back and hiss from pain. The night's sleep didn't erase the sting of
the lashing. My back feels tight, and I know that every time I move
the wrong way, I'll remember what he did to me. It makes me kind of
sad, but I have to remind myself that it is what I wanted. He gave me
a taste of what he does to the girls at Flesh, and I couldn't handle
it. I don't want to think about that now though. I never want to
think about it, to be honest. Knowing that he's still going to be
working there...It doesn't make me feel good.
    I force myself out
of bed and rummage through his closet for a shirt to cover myself
with. We're past the point of me worrying about how he'll react to me
putting on his clothes. As far as I'm concerned, we're a couple now.
He belongs to me and I belong to him. Sure, our relationship is
unconventional, but we'll make it work somehow.
    There's no smell of
food wafting in from the kitchen this morning, but I decide to head
that way anyway. Lucian is on the sofa in the living room watching
the news. I can't help but smirk at the realization that I'm already
becoming accustomed to his morning habits.
    He