Chapter 64 Lucian
Lucian
"Iswear on my impressive collection of limited edition comic books, Cupcake, I would never even dream of hurting you," I declare solemnly as we cuddle up in our cabin, waiting for the signal to dive into the Atlantean ruins.
Seraphina, being the irresistible minx that she is, straddles my lap as I sit in a chair, her arms snaking around my neck like a sexy boa constrictor.
Her skirt pools around us, and I can feel the scorching heat of her body pressed against me.
It's like a goddamn inferno, and I'm ready to play firefighter.
"I know, Sparky McSnark. I trust you with all my heart," she breathes against my neck, her angelic voice sending shivers straight to my already needy erection.
We may have just had a wild romp between the sheets a couple of days ago, but I'm already itching for rounds four, five, and—hell, let's throw in a round six for good measure.
Seraphina started calling me "Sparky" because of our electric connection and, well…
my snarky mouth. She says I ignite a fire in her, and who am I to argue with a gorgeous angel who thinks I'm the hottest thing since ghost peppers?
I've been called many things in my life—most of them not fit for polite company—but "Sparky"?
It's growing on me like a fungus but in a good way.
A sexy, tingly fungus that makes me want to do unspeakable things to this celestial beauty in my arms.
"I promise I'll be as gentle as a fluffy bunny at a tea party.
It should feel like a little slice of heaven, or at least a really good hickey," I reassure her, trying to keep my cool as Seraphina grinds against me.
She's wiggling like a sexy worm on a hook, and it's taking every ounce of my gentlemanly resolve not to dive in and feast.
I'm trying to take things slow, not wanting to rush my heavenly desire or push her too fast. But damn, she's making it hard (in more ways than one) with her enthusiasm and willingness to let me sample her sweet nectar.
When I turned down Dani's blood offer before they departed for Tempest Isle, Seraphina stepped up like an absolute goddess and offered me her crimson ambrosia.
Holy hell, I am drooling at the thought of tasting her essence—it's like being handed a golden ticket to the chocolate factory, except instead of candy, it will be the most delectable blood I have ever had the pleasure of sinking my fangs into.
Dani is only half angel, and her blood is like crack to all of us—so I can only imagine what Seraphina will taste like.
I'm determined to be a gentleman about it, even if it means enduring the sweet torture of her body pressed against mine, teasing me with the promise of ecstasy.
I'll take my time, savoring every moment and making sure Seraphina's first blood-sharing experience is nothing short of magical.
After all, a lady like her deserves nothing less than the utmost care and devotion from her dashing, albeit slightly deranged, vampire lover.
I run my tongue along the silky smooth skin of her neck, tracing a tantalizing path from her collarbone to her earlobe.
She shivers beneath my touch, her skin erupting in a constellation of goosebumps.
I grin against her flesh, knowing I'm the one making her body sing like the finest instrument.
She tightens her grip around my neck, her fingers digging into my skin, silently urging me.
I take my time, savoring the moment, peppering her pulse point with kisses and gentle nips.
Her skin is like silk beneath my lips, and I can't resist sucking on that tender spot, marking her as mine.
"Lucian…please…." Seraphina whispers. "Bite me. Take me into you."
I groan, and with deliberate slowness, I sink my fangs into her delicate flesh, piercing through like a hot knife through warm butter. She lets out a gasp that's half "oh, fuck yes" and half "holy shit, that hurts," and it's like music to my ears.
She's clinging to me so tightly that you’d need a map and a compass to find where one ends and the other begins.
I start drawing her blood into my mouth, holy mother of all things sweet and sinful.
I nearly lose control—she tastes like heaven on earth!
It's like a goddamn flavor explosion in my mouth: vanilla ice cream, cinnamon, and a hint of something zesty that I can't quite identify.
My eyes roll back in my head as I let out a guttural moan against her neck, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of her essence.
Seraphina arches her back, tilting her head to give me better access to her throat.
It's a test of willpower not to gulp her down like a ravenous beast, but I force myself to take it slow, savoring every drop like a connoisseur.
She's grinding against me, her hips moving in a way that's making me see stars.
The venom I'm pumping into her veins is clearly doing its job, and I can't help but feel a surge of pride at the potency of my supernatural love juice.
I grab a fistful of her silky hair, holding her head in place. She's putty in my hands, a whimpering, writhing mess of desire. "Lucian…oh my god…" she whimpers. "please," she breathes, her voice needy.
I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it, and that's all the invitation I need.
Without missing a beat, I fumble with my pants like a fucking noob, finally freeing myself.
I hook my fingers in her panties, lightly touching her soaked clit, and shove them aside, groaning into her neck as I feel the scorching heat of her soaking wet core.
She's so ready for me, so desperate, and I hope she's not still sore from our earlier sexapades, but her body is practically begging for an encore.
I release her neck, licking a wet stripe up her neck.
Our eyes lock, molten gold meeting blazing brown, and I can see the raw, unbridled lust swirling in her gaze.
Slowly, torturously, I guide the head of my cock to her waiting heat, watching in awe as her face contorts with pure pleasure as I penetrate her inch by glorious inch.
"Gods…you're so…big." She whispers against my lips.
I smirk at that. "It's all yours, sweetheart."
She pushes down on me, taking me deeper with each thrust, riding me like a goddess on a mission. I latch onto her neck once more, drinking deeply from the well of her desire as she rocks in my lap, her tight walls gripping me.
"Don't stop, Lucian," she moans, with need. "I need to feel you... all of you. Your bite, your body... consume me."
Holy hell, her words are like an aphrodisiac mainlined straight to my core.
The way she's so open, so wanton in her desire, it's blowing my mind in the best possible way.
Knowing that she craves my bite, that she gets off on me drinking from her?
It's like pouring gasoline on the raging inferno of my lust. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I couldn't imagine a sweeter way to go.
It's a feedback loop of pleasure; each pull of her blood and each clench of her core pushes us both closer to the edge of oblivion. She's a goddess in my arms, and I'm her willing worshipper, ready to follow her to the ends of the earth and back.
When I release her neck, it feels like someone just plugged me into a live wire. The connection is so strong—like a force of nature—and I know I need to make her mine—permanently—forever and ever, amen.
I fumble for the knife in my pants, nearly stabbing myself in the process, and then I'm slicing into my own throat like a madman. "I want you to taste me, Cupcake. Take me into you," I rasp, my voice rough with need.
Seraphina's eyes go wide, and I swear I can see fear and arousal battling it out in those caramel-gold depths.
I could get lost in those eyes, drown in them, and never come up for air.
"Is this…" she gasps, grinding down on me so hard I think she's trying to break me in half.
All I can do is pray not to blow my load.
"The bond? I need to drink from you, too? "
I grab her hips, trying to slow her down before she turns me into a one-pump chump, but it's like trying to stop a runaway train with a feather.
"Yeah... ahhh... shit..shit…shiiiit. Fuck, you feel so good…
" I pant, my breath coming in ragged gasps as she rocks against me.
"Yes—it's the bond, baby girl. Be mine, sweetheart—forever. "
She gives me a smile that's pure sex and sin, like she knows exactly what she's doing to me, and she's loving every second of it. She's reveling in watching me come undone, reducing me to a babbling, incoherent mess.
Please, beautiful. Accept this. Accept me.
Then she's kissing me, her tongue plunging into my mouth like she's trying to taste my soul.
I meet her stroke for stroke, our tongues tangling together.
She pulls back, "Yes," she breathes against my lips, then licks my neck, her tongue lapping at the wound like a kitten with a bowl of cream.
"I want to be yours, Lucian. Make me yours. "
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I nearly black out from the sensation.
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, consumed from the inside out.
I grip her so hard I'm pretty sure I'm leaving bruises, but I can't help it.
I'm thrusting up into her like a man possessed, her mouth on my neck and her walls wrapped around my cock. It's fucking euphoric.
She keeps drinking from me, pulling my essence into her like she's dying of thirst, and I'm the only oasis in the desert. The sensation is indescribable, like nothing I've ever felt before. It's pure ecstasy—like every pleasure center in my brain is firing off at once.
Is this what it's like to bond with your mate? Because if so, sign me the fuck up for a lifetime subscription.