" The hot crown of his cock notched against my sex, and we both stopped, our gazes clashing.
"Em."
I knew what he meant. This felt different. This felt more like than sex. He didn't look away as he slowly pushed into me, all that hot girth making itself at home.
I moaned and spread my legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good I could barely breathe through it all.
Lucian dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. "God. God. You feel..." He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling me completely.
I closed my eyes, my hands smoothing over his damp back. "So good, Lucian. So good."
That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into me, kissing my mouth, whispering how much he wanted me. I grew incandescent with it, heat licking through me in waves.
Lucian fucked like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon we were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wanting to prolong it.
"I don't want it to end," he said against my mouth. But then he canted his hips, hitting that spot that lit me up and made me scream.
There was no more finesse, no more drawing it out. Just basic rutting, fucking each other like we might die and not get another chance. And when he came, I stared up at him, at those muscles straining, his wintergreen eyes gleaming in lust and surprise, as though he couldn't quite believe how good it was.
Neither could I. Because it had never been like this. "

― Kristen Callihan , Make It Sweet