Chapter 60 - Lucian #3
With every gentle thrust, I delve deeper into her core, our bodies locking together like two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting into place.
Seraphina squirms beneath me, her body demanding more, needing to feel me buried to the hilt.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, a silent plea to drive home and claim her fully.
With one swift, sure thrust, I bury myself inside her, my balls slapping against her ass as I bottom out. I feel the light snap against my cock—her innocence—and I groan with need.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy clenching around me, and for a moment, I'm afraid I've hurt her, that I've ruined this perfect fucking moment.
But then she starts moving beneath me, her hips rocking up to meet mine, her legs squeezing around my waist tighter than a sexy koala, pulling me deeper into her scorching heat. That's when I know she's more than okay—she wants this just as badly as I do, if not more.
"Holy fuck, Phina-baby," I groan, my forehead pressed against hers as I start to move, my hips snapping forward in a rhythm that's as steady and relentless. "You feel so fucking incredible. So tight, so perfect, like you were custom-made just for me, like a bespoke suit but a million times better."
She giggles, whimpers, and moans, her head thrown back on the pillow as I rock into her, my cock stretching her open and filling her up in a way she's never been filled before.
"I feel…so full," she pants, her voice high, breathy, and desperate.
"you're so big—don't stop, please don't stop. I need more, harder, faster, please."
I comply with a growl, my hips pistoning forward as I fuck her with abandon, the bed creaking and groaning beneath us as we move together, our bodies slick with sweat and her juices.
I can feel her getting close, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps, and I know that I'm not far behind, that I'm going to fill her up with my cum and make her mine in every way possible.
My eyes can't help but wander down to the space between our bodies, and holy shit; it's like a fucking work of art.
There, glistening on my cock, is the unmistakable evidence of her innocence.
It's the most delicate shade of pink, a beautiful contrast against my skin, and it's all because of her blood. Her virgin blood.
And fuck me sideways, but I want to dive in face-first and taste it. I want to savor every last drop of that precious innocence, to let her blood dance on my tongue like some kind of forbidden elixir. I can practically feel my fangs tingling with anticipation, begging me to just go for it.
I know, I know. You're probably thinking, "Lucian, you sick bastard!
That's some twisted shit right there." But hey, I'm a vampire, remember?
We're not exactly known for our conventional tastes.
The sight and scent of blood is like a goddamn aphrodisiac to us, and when it's the blood of our soulmate?
Of an angel, no less? Well, let's just say it's like mainlining pure ecstasy straight into our veins.
Fuck, she feels fantastic. Better than anything I've ever experienced in my entire messed-up existence.
Her pussy squeezes me tight, making me see stars and shit.
I kiss her deeply, my tongue tangling with hers as I pound my cock into her snug little hole.
She's moaning and squirming and begging for more, like a damn nympho, and I am living for it.
She breaks away, breathless and panting, "Lucian..." she wines, and her eyes drift closed as she arches her back, riding the waves of pleasure beneath me.
"Yeah, baby girl? Tell me what you're feeling. Do I need to dial it down a notch, or can you handle more of the Lucian Special?" I smirk, sucking her tight nipple.
"Oh, god..." She bites her lip, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. "I feel like I'm about to—"
"Explode like the motherfuckin' Fourth of July?" I finish for her with a grin, "explode for me, sweetheart," I command, my voice rough and strained with the effort of holding back my release. "Come on my cock like a good girl; let me feel you, beautiful."
And she does, her back arching off the bed as she screams my name, her pussy clamping down on me like a fucking vise as she comes apart beneath me. "Oh, GOD, Lucian!"
I stare down at her in awe, and I follow her over the edge with a roar, "Ungh, ffffuuuck!" my hips slamming into hers one final time, my cock pulsing and twitching as I paint her insides with thick ropes of cum.
I tumble onto her, both of us gasping for air like we just ran a marathon. I find her mouth and kiss those sweet, angelic lips like they keep me alive. She kisses me back with a hunger that sets my soul on fire.
"That was... oh my goodness. The most incredible thing I've ever felt," she murmurs against my lips, her voice soft and filled with wonder.
And she's right. It was earth-shattering. Seraphina, my beautiful angel, my soulmate—the best sex of my entire existence, and I know it will only get better from here. "I know, Cupcake. You were un-fucking-believable. A goddamn natural."
She kisses me again like she's starving for my touch—like she can't get enough.
Then she pulls back, her golden eyes glowing with a renewed hunger that makes my spent cock grow and twitch with interest. "Can we.
.. can we do that again? Please?" her voice sweet and innocent yet filled with unquenchable desire.
I can't help it—I burst out laughing, the sound filled with pure, unadulterated joy. My girl, my greedy, perfect girl, is going to be the death of me, and I couldn't be happier about it.
I laugh, kissing her forehead. "We can do that as many times as you want. By the time I'm done with you, the only coherent thought in that pretty little head of yours will be my name, echoing like a broken record. Prepare to be thoroughly and utterly Lucian-ized, baby girl."
Her answering smile is blinding in its brightness, and she pulls me down for another kiss, her eager body already moving against mine. Round two, here we come.
Pun fucking intended.