Chapter 12 A Beginning
A BEGINNING
LUCIAN
Ikiss her again.
I can see the doubts, the confusion, and I don’t want her to feel any of that.
I want her to feel me.
My cock twitches in my pants, already hard as steel from the way she responded to our first kiss, the way her chest heaves, those fucking tits begging to be touched, sucked, worshipped.
“You don’t have to run,” I growl, and feel a shiver go through her.
She wants to be safe. I’ll keep her safe.
She wants a fucking pony. I’ll get her one.
“Lucian?”
“Yes.” I nibble around her lips, tasting, inhaling, devouring.
It’s never been like this before—intoxicating.
She pulls away and looks at me with eyes wide with arousal.
How will she look when I make her come? The thought makes me leak precum.
“I’ve never….” She shakes her head.
She’s a virgin. A part of me has always known. She’s untouched. Untutored.
She’ll only know me.
“I’ll take care of you.” I push the blanket on the floor and lay her on the couch.
“Are you wet?”
She nods. She looks both afraid and excited.
Me too, baby. Me too.
I drop my gaze from her eyes to her lips, then lower to the curve of her hips, to the apex of her thighs, where her innocence is wrapped in soaked black panties—which I got for her, as I did everything else after I took a tour of her apartment, learning who she is.
I always knew she’d end up here with me. I wanted it. I manifested it.
“Lucian,” she whispers my name again.
I look at her. There is something about her face, her eyes, her…that calms me.
I drag rough, calloused fingers against her soft cheek, and she leans into my touch.
Yes, baby, like that.
I crash my lips against hers in a feverish kiss—all teeth, tongue, desperation. My fingers tangle in her hair. I pull her head back to deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth.
She whimpers.
“You taste like heaven,” I murmur.
I cover her with my body. It’s soothing. It’s frustrating. I grind my erection against her pussy, and she gasps into my mouth, her delicate hands clutching at my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll disappear, that she’ll wake up from a dream.
I feel it, too. A need to own. A need to hold. A need for her—stark, raw, unfathomable.
“Caro,” she moans, her voice breaking.
The endearment makes me lose it. I trail my lips down her neck, sucking marks into her flawless skin. I jerk up the soft shirt she’s wearing, removing it.
I look down and push my hips against her, wanting inside her.
She’s a virgin!
I remove her bra. Her nipples are tight, hard peaks.
“So beautiful.”
I thumb them, stroke them. She moves restlessly beneath me. She wants more.
“I’ll take care of you.”
Today. Tomorrow. Forever.
I don’t want this to happen on the couch. That sense of ownership I feel demands a more intimate space.
I get up and, before she can protest, haul her up in a fireman’s lift.
“Lucian,” she giggles.
I slap her ass.
I take her to my bed. No woman has ever slept here. I don’t fuck in my home. I don’t bring women here. Hell, no one but my brothers and the cleaning service have been inside.
And now her.
I pull her pants away.
“You’re still wearing all your clothes,” she complains.
“Yes.”
Because if I get naked I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not ready for me.
I get rid of her panties in a swift motion.
I stop, stare, memorize.
She’s bare before me, her pussy glistening with arousal, her tight little cunt begging for my touch. I stroke a finger down her slit, and she moans.
Yes, baby, just like that.
I kiss her stomach, tease her navel. I hold her hips with my hands as I do.
I don’t want her to move. I don’t want her to make me lose control. I don’t want to hurt her. I only want to give her pleasure.
I lick her softly at first, but soon I’m lapping at her folds like a man starved.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, entangling with it, pulling, yanking as I eat her, my tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her entrance before plunging back in.
I ease a finger inside her.
She’s tight. So fucking tight.
I curve my finger and explore inside, finding that velvet spot, which I know will make her come.
Her legs tremble as I gently stroke her G-spot.
“Lucian.”
“Call me caro,” I insist.
“Caro,” she whispers.
I can feel her body tightening, her orgasm building as I suck on her clit. I have two fingers inside her tight hole, stretching her open.
She’s so warm. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside her.
But not tonight. This is about her. And me.
Because getting her off is erotic as fuck.
I want to see her come. I want to hear her call me caro when she does. I want her to shatter on my bed.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate.
She’s so close, I can feel it. My tongue circles her clit faster, my fingers pumping into her harder.
Finally, she comes undone.
Her back arches off the bed as she cries out. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her.
I don’t stop stroking her until she’s limp, trembling, quivering with aftershocks.
I crawl up her body and settle over her.
I begin to pump my hips against her wetness.
She tries to take my clothes off.
“No, baby. Not tonight.”
She looks forlorn.
I kiss her.
“I want to, but you’re untouched. We’ll take it slow.”
These were words I never thought I’d say to a woman.
“Let me do this.”
I hump against her, watching her.
I come in my pants like the teenager I’d never been.
I stay on top of her, my semen sticky in my boxers.
“That’s just the beginning,” I whisper against her ear, my voice full of dark promise.
She’s mine.
I’m keeping her.