Chapter 10 #2
I almost fell on her, diving back in without thought, but the desperation urging me to latch my mouth to hers and never let go set off an alarm, ringing in the back of my mind louder than before.
Usually, I’d explain it away—rationalize a reason to ignore it, but Aspen consumed too much of my thoughts, only making it worse.
To appease the nagging sound, I held off a little longer and settled on keeping my mouth busy in other ways.
Ways that would push her to the edge of desire so strong it mirrored insanity.
“Spread your legs. Show me that pretty pussy,” I ordered, slowly stroking up and down my length.
Even that small stimulation inched me closer to coming, but I liked the way she tracked the movement, licking her lips like she was remembering the taste of my cum on her tongue and wanted more. “Show me how wet you are.”
She inched her knees apart and let them fall open, baring her pink folds and swollen clit.
“You came on his mouth.”
“Twice,” she breathed, her lips quirking into a taunting smirk.
“Did you like it?”
“Obviously.”
“Did Daddy eat his little sweetheart’s pussy so well?”
Her eyes widened, and she went rigid, her breath betraying her as her chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. “Lucian…”
“Did you like riding Daddy’s face?” I pushed, my voice deep and unrelenting.
“I—” She swallowed.
I crawled onto the bed, prowling up between her legs. “Did you like when Daddy slid his big fat cock between your sweet cheeks, pretending to fuck that tiny asshole? Did you like it when he pinched your little nipples and whispered in your ear?”
She rocked her hips, unable to hide how much my questions aroused her, but also bit her pouting lips, revealing how much she didn’t want to like it.
“It’s okay, baby. I liked watching Daddy fuck my little princess. I liked watching him make you come.”
“You did?” she breathed.
“Oh, yeah. It made me come so hard down your pretty throat. You sucked me so well.”
I rested my hands on her knees, spreading her wider. Her whimper rang like music to my ears, and I wanted more. Keeping my heavy-lidded gaze on hers, I pressed a kiss to her knee, sucking and biting my way up her thigh, leaving bruises for her to remember tomorrow.
“As much as I loved watching Daddy bury his face between your little thighs, my tongue will be the last one you remember fucking you until you come.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Sir.”
With a growl, I dove in like a man who found an oasis in the desert. I drove my tongue deep before lashing her clit. I sucked and bit—I feasted. I savored every drop of wetness coating my mouth and chin, but it wasn’t enough.
I was done teasing, needing more. I was done with my dick brushing against the cold silk sheets when her warm pussy begged me to fill her up. I was done listening to the alarm; its warning fading with each ragged cry falling from her lips.
I was done not kissing her.
I pushed a thigh back to her chest and shoved two fingers deep inside her, hooking them the way she liked as I latched onto her clit and sucked.
Within moments, her hips jerked, grinding against my face.
Her core fluttered around my fingers, and I knew she was close.
I pinched her nub between my teeth and swirled my tongue, launching her over the edge.
She moaned, heavy and loud, rocking her hips, riding my hand as I made my way up her body.
Her cries faded to whimpers, and I slid my fingers free, wedging the head of my cock in their place. I held myself steady just inside her entrance, wanting her eyes on mine when I drove inside her. I wanted her mouth on mine so I could feast on the sounds she made while taking me deep.
I rested on my elbows, framing each side of her head, my thumbs stroking back the sweat-dampened hair along her forehead.
She stared up at me, her eyes open and unguarded, shining with a depth of trust I’d never known from anyone before.
Not with the fake kind Daria pretended to have.
Not the trust any sub had for their Dom, like Emily gave.
Just an honest trust to guide her through an all-new experience she knew nothing about, but believed I could give her.
The kind of trust that latched onto an ache floating through my body, begging to be owned.
The dim bathroom light cast across her face, illuminating her flushed cheeks and swollen lips—calling to me, pulling me in all over again.
“Fuck,” I breathed, giving in.
She met me halfway, feeding me her sharp scream as she took me all the way to the hilt.
I sank into her, hard and steady, bouncing her breasts against my chest with each thrust. She dug her heels into the bed, rising to meet each one as if she couldn’t wait for me to be back inside her.
Her hands dove into my hair, holding me, taking her time to explore my mouth as I explored hers.
We fucked like we had all the time in the world and wanted to remember every second.
So different from our aggressive, frantic fucking before.
Time lost meaning as I ground my hips down, rotating my hips to brush against her bundle of nerves, wanting to feel every inch of my body in contact with hers.
When we became desperate for breath, I sucked in gulps of air between biting my way down her neck to her breast, sucking and playing with her nipples until they stood rigid between my lips, and she begged me for relief.
Then I made my way back up, eager to lose myself in her kisses all over again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and dragged down my back, pulling a guttural cry from me and a savage thrust deeper than before.
Sweat dripped down my temples and slicked across our skin.
I had no idea how long I’d been between her legs, but when she gripped my ass and pleaded for more, I couldn’t deny her.
I slid my hand down her body to her clit. She shrieked, and it tasted like heaven. I wanted to consume every sound of her orgasm. I never wanted anyone else to hear her musical cries.
She was all mine. Every part of her.
I rubbed harder, fucked faster, bringing us both to the precipice of delirium.
“Come on, princess. Fall with me,” I grunted, linking my fingers through hers. “Come with me.”
“Yes. Yes. Oh, god. Lucian.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on.”
Lightning streaked down my spine, pulling my balls tight, shoving me over. I clung to her, not knowing if she fell with me until I heard her ragged sobs of pleasure.
I’d heard her come many times before, but nothing like this. Even through the ringing in my ears, her screaming and moaning cries ignited my senses, sending another bolt of euphoria down my cock. I emptied everything I had inside her, pushing it so deep I hoped it always stayed a part of her.
“Fuck, Aspen,” I gasped, barely catching my breath.
“Oh, god,” she rasped. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I held myself inside her as long as I could until my dick softened and slid out. We both moaned, and I fell to my side, pulling her with me. The sheets were damp beneath us, and I didn’t know if it was from pulling her straight from the bath or the sweat we worked up together.
I didn’t care. All I knew was that we’d created the mess together in the best way possible, and I lo—my brain jolted and rearranged, blotting out the thought and correcting before it could be acknowledged. All I knew was that I liked it.
I removed a package of wipes from the bedside drawer, cleaned between her legs, then tossed it aside and pulled her back into me. She wrapped her arms around me like she had the pillow—exactly as it should have been from the beginning.
“Thank you, Lucian,” she muttered into my chest.
“Always, Aspen.”
Her name rolling off my lips added a jolt of reality.
This was Aspen Quinn—my rival. My fiancée. My future wife.
And tonight, something shifted.
She’d given up her control, knowing I’d keep her safe.
She hadn’t questioned any choice I made for her.
She’d trusted me through every step.
She’d leaned into me, depending on me to care for her in a way I’d forgotten I could.
All of it combined, swirling into a perfect storm that broke me open—leaving me exposed for her to slip in, and I wasn’t sure if that fact scared me more because she could become my downfall or because she could become my salvation.