Flesh: Part Nine (The Flesh Series Book 9) by Sky Corgan Read Free Book Online

CHAPTER ONE

    This doesn't seem
real. This entire night feels like a dream, a world my imagination
conjured up where everything is perfect—the hopelessly romantic
desires of a naive girl realized. I feel like if I take one misstep,
I'll wake up, and things will be back to the way they were before.
    The warm water
cascading down my body feels exquisite, but not a fraction as nice as
having Lucian's hands on me. He's massaging my scalp, and I
occasionally moan from it. Even though we've both exerted ourselves
in the bedroom, my body feels wide awake. One glimpse of the tiny
beads of water clinging to his muscular frame has my hormones revving
up all over again. He looks gorgeous standing under the showerhead,
his dark hair pressing flat against his forehead, the water droplets
following the curvature of his muscles on their descent to the floor.
In the dim light, his body glistens.
    We've just made love
for the first time. He's touching me with care, not with the need to
dominate. I don't know what happened inside of him to cause this
change, but I'm enjoying it, perhaps way too much. For me to think
that it will last forever is unrealistic. No one changes this
drastically in the span of a few hours.
    I try not to think
about what will happen after tonight because I just want to be locked
into this moment. Lucian's hands move from my hair to my shoulders,
briefly kneading into the muscle there. Then he slips them around my
waist and presses himself against me. I let out a soft sigh, wrapping
my hands around his wrists and trying to direct them away from the
pudgier parts of my stomach. I definitely don't feel as
self-conscious as I did before though.
    “ Can
we stay like this forever?” I ask, realizing how mushy it
sounds.
    “ Nothing
lasts forever, Amy,” he tells me.
    My heart aches from
his words, probably because I take them way too literally. I wonder
if a year from now, I'll look back at this as a distant memory. I
don't want that.
    Lucian's grip
loosens around me, and his fingers splay out as they travel up over
my ribs. I drop my hands to my sides, allowing him to touch me. I
bite my bottom lip and suppress a hissing sound from escaping between
my teeth when his deft fingertips press into the soft flesh of my
breasts. He cups and squeezes my tits as the heat of his breath pets
across my neck before his lips touch me. I crane my head, trying not
to smirk when I feel his cock twitch against my ass.
    “ You're
insatiable,” I muse.
    “ I
think you can satiate me.” He nips at my earlobe.
    “ Do
you?” I turn around to face him. There's darkness in his eyes.
Lust.
    I know I can't
resist him. He's far too handsome, and I'm drunk on the thought of a
new beginning for us. I'm infatuated with the possibility of him
being mine. Mine and only mine. That Flesh can be put behind us. That
his dominant nature might smooth into something romantic and
passionate. He's very capable of romantic and passionate. He's proven
that tonight.
    Lucian kisses me
beneath the sprinkling of the showerhead. It reminds me of so many
movies I've seen where people kiss in the rain. That would be more
romantic, but this is certainly the next best thing. Our wet bodies
are pressed together, our slick mouths moving and caressing and
loving. I taste his tongue, suck on it a bit, explore the cavern of
his mouth. He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugs at it, sends a familiar
bite of pleasure-pain through me as his teeth clamp down just a bit
too hard.
    “ You
make me insatiable,” he mutters against the side of my mouth as
he kisses a path to my ear.
    I gasp when I feel
his hands on my waist roughly turning me around. My feet slip on the
tile, and I almost lose my balance.
    “ Lucian.”
I furrow my brow at him in warning.
    He grins at me
wickedly. “Don't worry, I've got you.”
    His hands move down
to my hips, clamping around them like an iron cage. He pulls me away
from the wall a bit, causing me to slip and panic again. I perilously
cling to