Flesh: Part Seventeen (The Flesh Series Book 17) Read Online Free PDF Page A

share these precious minutes together. Thankful that neither one of us had to come home to the reality that we'd never feel each other's touch again.
    His hand cups my cheek, and the kiss becomes more urgent. I match him, tears streaming down my face. It annoys me that I can't seem to stop crying, but I know that I need to surrender to the fact that it might be like this for a while. It will take some time for my mind and body to process everything. Days probably.
    I allow Lucian to slip from beneath me, his mouth never leaving mine as he leans me back on the bed. His hand moves from my face down to my right breast. His fingers knead into the flesh there, and I close my eyes and moan softly, intoxicated by his touch. His lips place a tender kiss over my heart before moving down my body.
    “I thought you were tired,” I muse as my fingers thread into his hair while he circles his lips around my nipple, his tongue lazily dancing over the small bud and making it perk.
    “I suddenly feel less tired,” he mumbles against my skin.
    His cock thickens against my thigh, and I can't help but smirk at how quickly he becomes aroused. I lick my lips, enjoying the sensation of his mouth lavishing affection upon my chest. His fingers press between my folds, beckoning for me to spread my legs. I part my thighs ever so slightly for him, allowing him better access. He dips a finger into me, and my central pleasure system turns on, heating up for things to come.
    “You're not going to sleep tonight,” I note. If we're going to have sex, then there's no point. He'll just have to get up in an hour anyway.
    “Just don't tell my patient that.” He kisses a path to my other breast, giving it equal attention while he pushes his finger in and out of me slowly.
    “Your secret is safe with me.” I drop my head to the side, caught somewhere between pleasure and sleep. If I didn't need his touch so badly right now, I'd probably be pushing him off of me.
    He sucks my nipple a bit too hard, causing me to wince. The tiny bite of pain does well to wake me up a bit. I watch him move. His eyes are closed, and he looks absolutely dreamy kissing and pleasuring me. It still amazes me at times that I managed to land such a sexy man.
    He pulls his finger out of me and presses it to my lips. I wrinkle my nose but open my mouth, sucking my juices from his skin. I feel far too lazy to play this game, but I go along with it anyway, working his finger in my mouth as if it was his cock. He stares at me with a lusty expression, probing my mouth for a few seconds before pulling his finger out and crawling between my legs.
    I scoot toward the middle of the bed to give him more room. The moment that I'm settled, he parts my thighs and grabs his dick to line it up for entry. I hold my breath as his glans finds my pussy, then gasp as he forces his way inside. The initial intrusion is always the best, the way that he fills me. I'll probably never fully adjust to his girth. He's big, and I like it.
    “Mmm,” I moan, curling my hands around his shoulders.
    He kisses my neck, moving slowly, his dick rhythmically thrusting into me. It's one of those love making nights, the kind where he's gentle. I'm glad for it, way too exhausted to handle the rough and tumble that comes when he's feeling especially randy. I like that part of him too though. The part that takes me into his dungeon and shows me new pleasures that I never imagined before, then brings me back into the bedroom and fucks me so hard that I can barely walk the next day. Our sex life is the perfect balance of kinky and loving.
    My breathing picks up as I feel the slow build of an orgasm. He angles his hips so that his pubic bone grinds against my clit on occasion, though he's sparing with it, timing everything perfectly so that we come as close together as possible. He's gotten incredibly good at reading my body, and he knows how to control my orgasms. It's kind of frustrating at times, especially when he's in a