Chapter 48 Lucian
Lucian
Idecide it's time for a little change of scenery.
I mean, don't get me wrong, kissing my beautiful girl on the upper deck with the sun setting and a bunch of smelly pirates is a kink I never knew I had, but I want my sweet little cinnamon roll all to myself.
So, I blur us below deck hoping to find a quiet spot where we can really let loose.
Seraphina gasps as we suddenly stop, breaking away from our kiss like she's just surfaced from a deep dive. Her hair is mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from my attention.
In other words, she looks like a goddamn snack, and I'm ready to feast.
"That was... exhilarating," she breathes, her eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. And then, before I can even come up with a witty response, she launches herself at me like a sexy missile, her lips crashing into mine with a fervor that makes my knees weak.
Now, I pride myself on being a graceful motherfucker, but even I have my limits.
Caught off guard by Seraphina's sudden attack, I stumble backward, my foot catching on a stray rope or a coil of netting or some other pirate-y bullshit that's littering the floor.
And down we go, tumbling ass over teakettle into a pile of sails and rigging and whatever the fuck else they keep in these cargo holds.
"Oomph!" I grunt as the air is knocked out of my lungs, but Seraphina doesn't seem to notice. She's too busy trying to devour my face like it's the last supper, and she's starving.
But I'm not about to let a little thing like falling on my ass ruin the moment.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.
The floor beneath me is hard and unforgiving, but I barely feel it.
All I can focus on is the way Seraphina's tongue is dancing with mine, the way her hands are roaming over my chest like she's trying to memorize every inch of me.
She's like a woman possessed, her lips never leaving mine as she grinds against me like a cat in heat. The feeling of her soft curves pressed against my rock-hard body is enough to make even a seasoned pervert like me blush.
Little Lucian is standing at attention, ready and willing to storm her castle.
The way she's moving against me, all passion and need, is enough to drive me to the brink of insanity.
I want nothing more than to flip her over and show her exactly what this vampire can do, to make her scream my name until the whole fucking ship knows who she belongs to.
"I think..." Seraphina starts, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, "I'm addicted to kissing you. I could—" She slams her lips back onto mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth with a skill that belies her innocence. "Kiss you all day."
Oh, sweet merciful fuck. If this is what she's like just from kissing, I can only imagine what a goddamn nymphomaniac she'll turn into once I really show her the ropes. The thought alone is enough to make my dick throb with anticipation.
"Show me more... please." Her words are like a fucking siren song, and I'm helpless to resist. Show her more? Oh, baby, I'll show her everything. I'll worship every inch of her perfect body until she's screaming my name like a prayer.
Seraphina straddles my waist, and I sit up—her nestled in my lap as my lips trail kisses and licks along the creamy expanse of her exposed breasts, peeking out tantalizingly from the top of her corset.
She moans, the sound shooting straight to my dick as I work my way up her neck, nibbling and sucking at the delicate skin of her throat.
My fangs ache—needing to taste her—I won't bite her, not yet.
Not until she begs me for it. And from the way she's writhing against me, I have a feeling that won't be long.
She's grinding on my cock like she's trying to start a fucking fire, and it's taking every ounce of my self-control not to come right here and now, like some overexcited teenager. But I won't. I can't. Not until I've given her the pleasure she deserves.
My hands slide up under the hem of her skirt, caressing the smooth, supple skin of her thighs before cupping the most perfect tight ass in my existence.
She squirms on top of me, her hips rocking in a rhythm that's as old as time itself, as I continue my assault on her neck, sucking and licking until she's panting and moaning like a bitch in heat.
She grabs my face, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pounces on my lips again, kissing me with a ferocity that steals my breath and my sanity in equal measure.
Fuuuuck, she's so needy and demanding, and I love every fucking second of it.
I lose myself in her, my tongue dancing with hers in a primal tango of lust and desire. Her taste, her scent, her fucking everything is driving me to the brink of madness, and I never want it to stop.
"Lucian... more." Her plea is like a command from the heavens, and I am but a humble servant eager to obey. With an agility born of centuries of practice, I untie her corset, the damn thing falling away, exposing the most perfect breasts I've ever seen.
Holy handfuls of heaven! These luscious mounds are like two perfectly ripe cantaloupes begging to be squeezed and savored. And perched atop each glorious globe? The most delectable, rosy little nubs that are practically screaming, "Suck me, lick me, worship me!"
I've seen my fair share of nip-tastic sights in my day, but these? These are the crème de la crème, the top shelf of titillation, the gold standard of glandular greatness.
"Holy unfiltered f-bombs," I mutter, with more awe than a geek at a comic con. "I think I just found my new religion."
I latch onto one, sucking and tugging gently as my hands come up to cup and squeeze, feeling the weight of her in my palms. She throws her head back, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets out a moan that could wake the dead.
"Yes…" she whispers. Her fingers grip my hair, guiding my mouth to feed on her perfect tits. "that feels so good, Lucian."
"Fuck, Phina-baby," I growl against her skin, my voice rough with need. "You're so goddamn perfect. I could feast on you for days and never get enough."
She whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair as she arches into my touch, silently begging for more. And who am I to deny her?
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as the first, my tongue swirling and flicking over the hardened peak until she's trembling and gasping above me.
My free hand slides down, skimming over the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips before dipping between her thighs to cup the heat of her through her underwear.
She's soaked, the thin fabric no match for the flood of her arousal, and the knowledge that I did that, that I made this perfect, angelic creature so wet and wanting, is almost enough to make me come on the spot.
"Please," she begs, her hips grinding down against my hand, seeking friction, seeking release. "Touch me—please, Lucian. I need... I need..."
"I know, baby girl," I murmur, my fingers stroking her through the damp fabric, teasing her with the promise of what's to come. "I know what you need. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you feel so fucking good; you'll forget how to breathe."
She whines, high and needy, and I know I can't tease her much longer. Not if I want to keep my sanity intact.
With a growl that's half pleasure, half pain, I tear her underwear away, the flimsy fabric shredding like tissue paper under my strength.
And then, before she can even gasp at the sudden exposure, I'm sliding a finger deep inside her, curling it just so until I find that spot that makes her see stars.
"Oh, God!" she cries out, her head thrown back, her body bowing. "Lucian, yes. Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."
And I don't. I pump my finger in and out of her, my thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight, hard circles until she's clenching around me, her walls fluttering and pulsing as she hurtles toward the edge of oblivion.
I grip her neck with my free hand, needing her to look at me; her eyes fly open, swirling pools of gold with flecks of silver, blown wide with lust, "That's it, sweetheart," I encourage her, my voice a low, filthy rasp. "Come for me. Let me feel you come. Let go for me; I want to drown in you."
I focus back on her perfect tits, sucking and licking like a man possessed, while my fingers are doing some awe-inspiring acrobatics inside her tight little pussy.
And let me tell you, when I say tight, I mean fucking tight.
My dick is weeping with joy in my pants, begging me to let it come out and play.
But as much as I want to bury myself inside her and never come out, I know I need to take this slow—to make sure she's good and ready before we get to the main event.
And right now, I need to taste her more than anything.
To taste the sweet nectar of her arousal on my tongue and feel her come apart under my mouth.
So, with a move that would make a ninja proud, I flip her over and yank up her skirt.
She's panting and gasping, her perfect breasts heaving with each ragged breath, and I know she's close.
So fucking close. It's not gonna take more than a few well-placed licks and sucks before she's coming all over my face like a fucking geyser.
"What... what are you doing?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper, confusion and anticipation warring in her tone. And fuck me sideways if that isn't the most adorable thing I've ever heard.
"I'm gonna take you to heaven, angel face," I purr, spreading her legs wide and getting my first real look at her pretty pink pussy.
And holy mother of all that is good and pure in this world, she is perfect.
Slick, shaved, and wet—glistening like a fucking diamond in the rough.
I'm practically drooling at the sight of her, my mouth watering with the need to taste her.
"Ohh gods above…" I moan at the sight.
I dive right in. I lap at her engorged clit like a man dying of thirst, and she nearly bucks me off with the force of her reaction. Her hips jerk and twist, her body writhing under my touch, and I have to grip her thighs to keep her still.
"Oh! Oh, god... Yes. More. Do that again," she demands, her voice high and breathy and so fucking sexy.
I smirk against her skin, my ego swelling with pride at her reaction. This time, I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves in a rapid-fire rhythm that has her arching off the floor, her back bowed like a damn rainbow.
"Hold still, baby girl," I murmur, my breath ghosting over her slick skin, making her shiver and moan. "Let me make you feel good."
Fucking Christ, she's so wet. Dripping.
And with that, I go to town. I suck and lick and flick and nibble, my tongue delving deep inside her before coming back up to circle her clit, over and over again.
She tastes like a fucking dream, all cotton candy and strawberries and honey, with a hint of something uniquely her.
It's like every sweet thing I've ever tasted rolled into one, and I can't get enough.
I moan into her pussy, the vibrations making her gasp and clutch at my hair, her fingers threading through the strands and tugging almost painfully. But I don't care. I'd let her rip my hair out by the roots if it meant I could keep tasting her, keep feeling her come undone under my mouth.
My dick is throbbing in my pants so hard it feels like it might explode. But I ignore it, focusing all my attention on the writhing, moaning angel beneath me. I slip my finger back inside her warmth, curling it just so, and she lets out a sound that's halfway between a sob and a scream.
"Lucian! Ohh…" she cries, her hips bucking wildly, grinding against my face like she's trying to merge us into one being. "Lucian, please...don't…stop."
And I don't. I keep going, my finger pumping and my tongue swirling, building her higher and higher until I can feel her start to clench around me, her walls fluttering and pulsing with her impending release.
"That's it, beautiful," I encourage her, my voice muffled by her slick flesh. "Come for me. Come all over my face like the good girl you are."
And with one final, desperate cry, she does. Her body goes rigid as she shatters into a million pieces, her pussy clenching and spasming around my finger as she rides out the waves of her orgasm, her release coating my hand.
I keep licking her through it, my tongue gentle now, soothing her through the aftershocks until she relaxes, boneless and spent.
"Holy…oh my god," she gasps, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... that was..."
"Amazing?" I supply, grinning up at her from between her thighs. "Mind-blowing? The best orgasm of your entire existence?"
She laughs, the sound breathless and giddy, and reaches down to haul me up her body until we're face to face. "All of the above," she says, her eyes shining with awe and adoration. "I never knew it could feel like…that."
"Sweetheart," I murmur against her lips, brushing a strand of hair from her face and cupping her cheek in my palm.
"That was just the beginning. I will make you feel things you never even dreamed were possible.
I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're screaming my name and making you a mess for me to clean up. "
She shivers at my words, her eyes darkening with renewed desire, my dick twitches in my pants like a fucking divining rod.
Before I can keep my promise, the sound of footsteps on the stairs makes us freeze. Then, a voice that's all too familiar rings out in the cramped space of the cargo hold.
"Hey, lovebirds! You two better not be fuckin' in me ship's supplies!"
Fuck. Me. Running.
It's Gideon, and from the sound of it, he's not alone. I can hear Erik's gruff voice and Barnaby's annoying cackle echoing behind him, and I know our little moment of paradise is about to be rudely interrupted.
But you know what? I don't give a shit. Because I just gave my mate the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, and nothing, not even a bunch of cockblocking pirates, can take that away from me.
So, with a grin that's half smug, half apologetic, I help Seraphina to her feet and start straightening out her clothes, quickly tying her corset back, trying to make her look a little less like she just got thoroughly debauched on the floor of a pirate ship.
"To be continued," I whisper in her ear, giving her a wink full of promise and mischief. "And next time, I'm going to make you scream so loud, they'll hear you in all seven realms."
She blushes, but a glint in her eye tells me she's more than up for the challenge.