Chapter 5 #5
"Don’t complain when it makes this easier for you, my V girl. Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes," she said achingly soft.
So, Lucien took her wrist and removed her hand from inside his pants, reaching for her own.
His movements were sure yet slow. When they were both entirely nude, clothes thrown somewhere on the floor, she sat astride his lap, hot core wet and parted from the position of her thighs, pressing against the jut of his cock.
They gasped in tandem at the raw feel of it.
His knuckles brushed down the line of her stomach, until pressing beneath her navel—then lower. He traced the seam of her warmth. She shuddered against him.
He murmured praises to her, skipping over the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, as he sank a finger deep inside her. She clenched around the digit, her hands tightening against his shoulders.
He groaned. "Finally." And she echoed the sound, echoed the word.
"More," she gasped, flexing her hips.
He added another finger, feeling her constrict around him.
His control threatened to snap. He couldn’t let that happen—not when he had someone as precious as her in his arms.
Lucien allowed himself one weakness. His finger crooked up, feeling her tight heat, like silk. Then he stilled, and she huffed in indignation.
"Have you been with anyone?" She was silent, so he continued, "You don’t have to be embarrassed with me. I’m your doctor. I was the one who prescribed your birth control, after all."
He pulled back enough to see deep red on her cheeks. She fluttered around his fingers.
"I lost my virginity to Cyrus."
"So, this is still new to you," Lucien said absentmindedly. "Was he good to you?"
She shrugged a shoulder, jostling them closer.
"Vesperin." Lucien forced his voice to be firm.
She melted at the dominance in his tone—something to play with later. Not when she was still experiencing the after-effects of harmony.
"He was. It was a lot. Um. He thought I knew who he was, so he…" A mussed strand of hair brushed his shoulder as she shook her head. "It was right after Kit—I wanted to forget. Cyrus helped."
"Anyone else?" Lucien was curious for other reasons, but he kept his tone calm, professional, hoping she’d think he was still playing doctor—which was strange, considering his fingers were inside her.
"Almost with Rhyden." Her voice trembled, and when he tried to press for more, she remained tight-lipped.
He let it lie. For now.
Lucien kissed the corner of her mouth. "I’ll be gentle with you. I think you deserve gentle."
Vesperin made a noise of protest, but he swallowed it.
"We have all the time in the—" Lucien’s words faltered. Did they have all the time in the world? He shoved his nightmares down. There was no place for ash and blood here. Only her.
In a swift move, he shifted them both until she was on her back, and his body covered hers.
Her thighs were splayed, a cradle for his hips.
His cock rested against her core, and he gripped himself, lining up to press into her.
She was tight, rippling around him. When her breath turned labored, hitched with pain, he stilled, giving her time. He would give her all the time he had.
When he sank all the way inside her—after minutes or hours of trying—they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she reached down and felt the place they were joined. Her thighs trembled, and he gripped her right leg, fingers leaving indentations on the supple flesh of her upper thigh as he hooked it higher on his waist.
"Just let me love you, sweet girl."
He pulled out, the tip threatening to slip free, before he slowly thrust back into her awaiting warmth. She trembled beneath him. Too slow, too gentle—it was what she deserved.
He couldn’t get over how quiet she was. He should’ve expected it—she had always been quiet, observing more than participating.
Sex was no different, he realized. He liked it, in a way.
Liked being the one to murmur praises, listen to her sighs, as if she were so blissful and trusting she couldn’t even speak, content to let him take the lead.
He tapped her thigh. "Don’t let your legs slip.
" Then he let her leg go, feeling how she trembled as she obeyed, thighs slipping down only momentarily before they tightened their hold around his waist. With his free hand, he reached between them, feeling her clench harder and gasp, back arching as he touched that spot that made her come undone.
Feeling her walls flutter reflexively around him as she stuttered soft gasps, he was reluctant to follow. One last thrust. He ground against her as his orgasm shook through his body.
His head fell to the side of her neck, and he groaned against her. Feeling spent yet full of love.
Their breathing was still in sync, and only when it slowed did he move away from her neck and meet her eyes, the tip of his nose brushing hers.
"I love you, my V girl."
"Love you," she said dazedly, aftershocks gripping her as she fluttered satedly around his softening cock.
He made to pull out, but her thighs clenched around his waist.
"Don’t go." Her voice dipped low, hesitant.
He stopped moving, instead rolling to his side and taking her with him, still seated deep inside her as he held her tightly. "I’m not going anywhere."
He knew it was harmony that made her this way, but god, was it so bad that a part of him enjoyed it?
Her breaths evened as she fell asleep against him, uncaring that there was a mess of his come between her thighs, leaking from where he was still inside her.
Lucien held her, and he didn’t fall asleep for some time, fingers carding through her white hair, her cheek against the crook of his elbow, nose against his chest.
He was scared to sleep, knowing what terrible dreams awaited him, but after some time, even he couldn’t fight it off.
Atlas stepped out of the shadows, the remnants of sex lingering in the cold room. His steps were silent, though they both slept.
The doctor twitched as he dreamed, and Atlas drifted nearer, pressing his palm over the doctor’s temples, ensuring this night, he had no dreams of what was to come.
Because this moment did not need to be tainted by the future.
Atlas’s dark eyes dropped to Vesperin’s body, pebbled with chill and uncovered as Lucien remained deep inside her, claiming her even in sleep. And in sleep, she shivered.
Atlas tutted and reached for the blanket bunched at the foot of the bed before he dragged it up over her nude body, tucking her in carefully.