Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucian
The shirt hits the floor, and I stop breathing for a moment.
“Good girl,” I murmur, letting the words slide out of my mouth the way that makes her shiver before I even touch her.
She’s been in my shirt all night, bare legs taunting me from beneath the bed sheets. Now, standing there with nothing but a thin scrap of lace between her thighs, she looks like she was made to be devoured.
I take my time gazing at her—slow, hungry, and unapologetic. “Stay just like that,” I order, my tone leaving no room for argument.
I circle her, deliberately brushing my fingers over the side of her waist as I pass behind her, letting my nails graze lightly over her skin. She tenses but doesn’t move. Perfect.
When I stop in front of her again, I tilt her chin up. “Do you know how hard I am for you?” I press forward just enough for her to feel the thick ridge straining against my pants. Her breath hitches. “And all I’ve done is look at you. Imagine what will happen when I decide to touch you.”
My hand skims over her stomach, then detours away from the place she wants me most. I watch her pupils blow wide, frustration already blooming in her eyes.
“You’re going to wait,” I say softly, almost kindly—though my smile is anything but. “You’re going to stand here and let me enjoy my view, while you get wetter and wetter for me.”
I slide my fingers under the lace at her hip, but I don’t move further, just holding her there, feeling the faint tremor in her muscles. Then, slowly, I trace a path along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she’s burning for me.
She whimpers, and I catch her chin again. “Patience, Astra. I want to see you desperate.”
I finally let my fingers slide higher, brushing over her folds once, light as a whisper. She exhales like she’s been holding her breath for minutes. I do it again, a little firmer this time, watching her knees threaten to give out.
“Already soaked,” I murmur, withdrawing my hand just to hear her make that soft, frustrated sound again. “I think I want you to taste yourself before I give you more.” I bring my fingers up, slick and glistening, and hold them just in front of her lips. “Open,” I command.
Her lashes lower, and her mouth parts obediently. I push my fingers past her lips, slowly enough to feel the warmth of her tongue wrapping around them. My cock throbs at the sight, at the way she looks up at me with her mouth full.
“That’s it,” I murmur darkly. “Taste how sweet you are. Remember it—because I’m going to make you drip for me.”
When I pull my fingers free, I don’t give her time to recover.
I cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbles.
I give it a sharp squeeze, just to hear her gasp, before lowering my lips to it.
I take her into my mouth, sucking slowly and deeply while my free hand slides back between her thighs.
I work her with two fingers, shallow at first, then deeper, curling them until her hips jerk. “So fucking tight,” I growl against her chest, my teeth grazing her nipple. “You’re going to squeeze around my cock like this, aren’t you?”
Her head falls back, a moan slipping past her lips, but I’m not letting her fall too fast. I set a slow rhythm, my thumb stroking her clit in lazy circles while I keep teasing her nipple with my mouth.
She starts panting, hips rolling into my hand, chasing more friction. I press my palm flat against her, grinding my fingers just right until she’s whimpering, her body trembling under the steady pressure.
“You’re close, Astra,” I murmur, dragging my mouth from her breast to her ear. “I can feel it…the way you’re clenching around me, the way your breathing changes.” I pump a little faster, curling my fingers hard into that spot that makes her shudder. “But you don’t get to come yet.”
Her entire body is quivering now, her nails digging into my arms.
“Not until you beg,” I growl, my voice low and sharp. “Beg me for it. Tell me exactly what you want, and I might let you have it.”
Her breath hitches, her wide and glassy eyes flicking up to mine. “Lucian…”
I press my fingers harder against her clit, dragging a moan from her throat, then I slow down again, deliberately easing the pressure until she’s practically vibrating with frustration. “Not good enough.”
Her hips thrust forward, chasing the friction I’m denying her. “Please,” she whispers.
I grip her jaw with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “Please what?”
Her cheeks flush deep pink. She knows what I want to hear.
“I—I want to come.”
I slide my fingers deeper inside her, pressing them hard into that sweet, sensitive spot. “Say it better, Astra. Beg me for it. Beg for my fingers. Beg for me to make you come all over my hand.”
Her voice cracks, needy and wanton. “Please, Lucian. Please make me come. I need it—need you.”
That’s more like it.
A wicked smile cuts across my face. “Good girl.”
I start moving my fingers faster, harder, my thumb grinding relentless circles over her clit. Her breath turns ragged as her thighs tremble against me.
I bend to her ear, letting my lips brush her skin. “That’s it. Take what I give you. Let me feel you break for me.”
Her back arches, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she shatters. Her walls pulse around my fingers, gripping tight, milking me for everything I’ll give her. I keep working her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur, kissing the side of her neck as I slow my hand, letting her ride the aftershocks. “So fucking perfect when you come for me.”
When I finally pull my fingers free, they’re dripping. I hold them up between us, smirking at the flush in her cheeks.
“Open,” I order again.
She obeys, and I slide my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste herself while I watch, satisfied. My cock is aching, ready, but I’m in no rush.
I pull my fingers from her lips and run them down her chest, over her stomach, stopping just above her slick heat. “On the bed,” I growl. “We’re just getting started.”
She climbs onto the bed without a word, knees sinking into the mattress, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths. I follow, stripping my shirt off as I move. My eyes never leave her.
“On your hands and knees,” I order.
She moves into position in front of me, the curve of her back and the roundness of her ass framed perfectly for me. My cock throbs at the sight, pressing painfully against my zipper.
I run my hands over her hips, down the smooth line of her thighs, back up to her ass. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this view.”
I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and drag them down slowly, letting the lace skim her skin until it falls away completely. Her scent hits me—sweet, intoxicating, entirely hers—and I feel my control starting to unravel.
I lean forward, letting my chest press against her back, my mouth brushing her ear. “I’m going to fill you, Astra. So deep that you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
I shove my pants down, my cock springing free, heavy and flushed. I guide the head to her slick entrance, rubbing along her folds, coating myself in her wetness but not pushing in yet. She shifts, trying to press back against me, but I grip her hips, holding her still.
“Not until I say,” I growl, letting the tip slide just inside before pulling back out. Her breath catches, and I do it again, teasing her with just enough to make her ache.
“Lucian…” Her voice is breathless, pleading.
“Say you want me.”
“I want you.”
I grip her hair, pulling her head back so she feels every word against her ear. “Not good enough. Say you want my cock inside you. Say you want me to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
Her voice shakes, raw with need. “I want your cock. I want you to fuck me—please.”
That’s all I need.
I thrust into her in one deep, hard stroke, burying myself to the hilt. Her cry is sharp and beautiful, her body gripping me so tightly that I have to grit my teeth to keep from spilling right away.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I rasp, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. Each snap of my hips drives me deep, my grip on her hips firm, keeping her right where I want her.
Her moans come faster, louder, each one feeding the heat roaring through me. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight, controlled circles in time with my thrusts.
“That’s it…take it. Take every inch of me.” My voice is rough, my breathing hard. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
Her walls tighten, fluttering around me, her body shaking as I push her toward the edge. I pound into her harder, my fingers working her clit without mercy.
“Come for me, Astra,” I growl against her ear. “Now.”
She shatters around me, her release milking my cock until I can’t hold back any longer. I bury myself deep, groaning her name as I spill inside her, holding her there while we both ride out the waves.
When I finally ease out, I press a slow kiss to her shoulder, my hands still on her hips. “That was just the first round,” I murmur, my voice husky with promise. “We’re not done.”
Before she can even catch her breath, I hook an arm around her waist and flip her onto her back. She lets out a startled sound, but I’m already pushing her knees up toward her chest, folding her in half until she’s completely open to me.
Her flushed face, the wild rise and fall of her chest, the way her slick pussy is still glistening for me—it’s enough to make my cock twitch back to full hardness.
“Look at you,” I growl, holding her legs in place with one hand while I grab myself in the other fist. “Spread out and slick, just begging to be filled again.”
Her fingers clutch the sheets, eyes wide. “Lucian—”
“You’re not done,” I cut her off, my tone sharp. “Not until I’ve had you every way I want.” I line myself up and slam into her in one deep, brutal thrust.