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0101 Want To Taste YOU +25 Bonus I Want To Taste You CHAPTER 10 ADELE'S POV I didn't remember walking to his room. I only remembered the feeling. The restless heat crawling under my skin. The tight, aching awareness of my own body like it had suddenly woken up and decided it was done being ignored. Every nerve felt raw. Alive. Demanding. It was like something inside me had snapped. I shut Lucien's door behind me without a sound and leaned against it, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling too fast.

The gown Emilia had given me clung to me like it knew exactly what it was doing-thin, dark silk brushing my thighs, sliding over my skin with every small movement. I felt exposed. Powerful. Furious. Midnight. Right on time. I lifted my chin and crossed the room. And stopped. The bed was empty. Neatly made. Untouched. Cold. For a second, my mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. I stood there, frozen, staring at the empty space where he should have been-where I had imagined him waiting, tense and torn, pretending not to listen for my footsteps. Nothing. No Lucien.

No storm-brown eyes. No heat. No presence. My breath came out in a sharp, shaky laugh. Of course. Of course he wasn't here. Anger hit first-hot, fast, blinding. It surged up my spine and settled deep in my chest, tight and painful. I paced the room, bare feet silent on the floor, silk whispering around my thighs like it was mocking me. Was he avoiding me? Had he known? The thought made my stomach twist. Minutes dragged by. Then more. The candles burned lower. The air stayed empty. I checked the door once. 1/4 010 Want To Taste You +25 Bonus Twice. By the third time, my hands were shaking.

The heat inside me only grew worse. It wasn't just frustration-it was something deeper, heavier. My body felt wrong, like it was humming too loudly under my skin. My pulse thudded between my ears. My thighs pressed together without me meaning to, seeking relief from a pressure that had no name but felt desperate. I hugged my arms around myself and forced myself to breathe. This was stupid. I was being stupid. He didn't want me. The ugly thought crept in slowly, curling around my heart like a knife. What if I wasn't what he wanted? What if I was... lacking? Too soft. Too needy. Too much.

I stared down at myself-the curve of my hips under the silk, the bare skin of my shoulders, the way the gown dipped low enough to make me feel almost naked-and suddenly it all felt ridiculous. Childish. I sank onto the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, and pressed my palms into my thighs like I could anchor myself there. The room smelled like him. Cedar and night air. That clean, sharp scent that always made my chest ache. Being surrounded by it without him there felt cruel. My eyes burned. I tipped my head back and stared at the ceiling, blinking hard.

Maybe this was my answer. Maybe I'd pushed too far. The anger drained, leaving something smaller and more dangerous behind-doubt. I wrapped my arms around my middle and curled forward slightly shoulders caving in. I had never felt so unwanted in my life. Time blurred. The tension in my body refused to ease, no matter how still I sat. My eyelids grew heavy, exhaustion finally creeping in around the edges of the fire inside me. I told myself I wouldn't sleep. That I wouldn't give him that. But my body betrayed me. The last thing I remembered was the sound from the fan. Then- Touch.

2/4 010 Want To Taste YOU +25 Bonus So light I thought I imagined it. Fingers tracing slowly up my calf. I gasped, my body jolting as awareness slammed back into me. Heat flared instantly, sharp and shocking. My breath caught in my throat as the touch repeated, deliberate this time-warm skin against mine, unmistakably real. I whimpered before I could stop myself. My eyes fluttered open. Lucien was kneeling between my legs. For a split second, my mind fractured. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming, if my body had finally snapped and created him out of need and longing. He was close-so close.

His dark hair fell loose around his face, eyes glowing softly in the light, filled with hunger. "Lucien?" My voice came out small. Uncertain. His hands slid higher, slow and reverent, like he was afraid I might disappear if he moved too fast. "My sweet mate," he murmured, voice low and rough, like it had been scraped raw. "My sweet little mate." The sound of it-mate-sent a shiver straight through me. I sucked in a breath as his hands gently parted my legs, his thumbs brushing over sensitive skin in a way that made my hips lift without permission.

My whole body reacted like it had been waiting for this moment, like it recognized him on some deeper level I couldn't control. "This isn't real," I whispered. He looked up at me then, really looked at me, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath. "I'm real," he said quietly. "And I'm all yours." My chest tightened painfully. Before I could respond, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. Soft. Lingering. I cried out, the sound breaking from me as heat exploded through my veins. My fingers fisted in the sheets, knuckles white.

Every nerve in my body screamed his name. He kissed me again, higher this time, his breath hot against my skin. "Adele," he groaned, like the word itself hurt him. I could feel the tension rolling off him, thick and heavy, like a storm barely being held back. His control was fraying-I could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his hands trembled slightly where they held me. My legs opened wider without thought, welcoming him, needing him closer. The sound he made then was raw. Broken. His forehead dropped briefly against my thigh like he was gathering himself, breathing hard.

3/4 010 I Want To Trste YOU +25 Bonus When he looked back up at me, his eyes were blazing. My breath hitched. His thumb brushed my skin, slow and possessive. "Don't leave," I whispered. His eyes darkened. "I'm not going anywhere." He bent forward again, mouth tracing a heated path along my thigh, his breath making me shiver. My head fell back, a helpless sound spilling from my lips as my body arched toward him, aching, desperate. He paused. Lifted his head. And then met my eyes. "I want to taste you...I want to taste you Adele." P Comments Support Share 4/4 On Hate You!

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