Chapter 9 Maybe We Can Just Move On #2
“Ahh!” She finally cried out, but he didn’t stop; instead, he drove her to another peak, his mouth moving down to kiss her thighs, his tongue dancing over her skin.
He pushed her dress higher, getting closer to her stomach, where he lavished kisses with fervor, his lips tracing every inch of her delicate flesh.
As he licked and nibbled, her attempts to suppress her sounds became futile, each gasp escaping her lips louder than the last.
Finally, she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back, stepping away breathlessly. He withdrew from her, and she caught sight of his mouth, red and glistening.
The look in his eyes sent shivers through her.
“I want more,” he murmured.
She quickly placed her hand over his mouth to silence him.
“Not here,” she whispered, pulling him up by his arm.
Leading him across the room, they moved away from the kitchen and toward her room near the entrance of the house, far from the guestroom where Darla slept, and Shane’s bedroom.
Once inside her room, Stella locked the door from inside and turned around, her heart racing.
Then, she yanked down his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He was on her in an instant, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her deeply, his mouth moving hungrily against hers.
Breathless, she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, tearing them open in a frenzy until he stood before her, shirtless.
She pushed him back, and he fell onto the bed, sitting up as she climbed over him, straddling his hips.
Even through his pants, she could feel his desire pressing against her, igniting a heat within her that made it hard to think.
As he kissed her with an insatiable hunger, she struggled to suppress her voice.
Her body burned with need, and the more she tried to hold back, the more she surrendered to him.
His lips trailed down from her mouth to her neck and collarbone, each kiss igniting her skin.
His tongue danced over her neck and shoulders, then slid up to her ear, teasing her before returning to explore her body with a fervor that left her utterly shaken.
The soft caress of his mouth was enough to create a haze of sensation, yet he had her completely ensnared. He continued to lick, and with each attempt she made to stifle her voice, his hunger intensified, his tongue gliding over her skin again and again.
In one swift motion, he grasped her dress, pulling it over her body and tossing it aside.
He swiftly unclasped her bra, and it fell away as well, leaving her bare against him.
The feeling of her skin against his ignited a primal urge within him.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her close as he devoured her mouth, his gaze hungrily tracing the contours of her body.
Locking eyes with her, he growled, “I can’t control myself anymore. I want to be inside you, to fuck you so hard that you don’t remember anything but the feeling of my cock inside you.”
Her hands found their way to his chest, nails scraping down, leaving a trail of crimson, but he barely registered the pain.
His belt was unbuckled in a flash, impatience driving him.
He twisted her around, making her fall onto the bed, then rose to his feet with fluid grace, buckling his belt beneath his pants before kneeling down, pushing them aside in one swift move.
He stood before her, his girth standing proud and throbbing, his eyes burning with desire as he marched toward her.
He dipped down onto the bed, his mouth finding her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples with fervor.
His tongue swirled around them before moving to kiss the surrounding swell, his hunger insatiable.
Stella squirmed beneath him, trying to resist, but he murmured, “I’m so hungry for these. I haven’t tasted them in so long; I want to keep feasting on you.”
His mouth traveled down to her stomach, and he turned her around, his hands gripping her hips. A loud smack echoed in the room, causing her body to stiffen as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.
“Ahhh!”
“You deserve this for making me wait all day,” he growled, delivering another slap to her hips. She felt the heat of his handprint linger on her skin as he continued to strike her, the rhythm turning her flesh red, mixing pain with pleasure until she could hardly think.
His hands found her hips again, parting them wide, fingers exploring her slick, dripping channel.
“I love seeing you like this,” Lucius growled. “You’ve always enjoyed it when I punish you, haven’t you, Darling?” His fingers slipped inside her, two of them curling expertly, finding that swollen spot deep within her.
“A- Ahh- Aaaahhhh!” With a cry, she arched her back, her knees weakening as the sensations overwhelmed her.
Before she could escape his fingers, he wrapped his other arm around her to hold her down.
His fingers began thrusting in and out of her repeatedly, leaving her breathless.
She tried to stifle her voice, but the relentless pace made it impossible; cries escaped her lips as her juices soaked the bed beneath them, and he showed no signs of stopping.
He continued to drive his fingers deep inside her, prompting more cries of pleasure.
“Oh my God, please wait,” she gasped, attempting to pull her legs away as the overwhelming sensations left her gasping for air.
But he only spread her legs wider, seeking deeper access, and his fingers continued their relentless rhythm until another wave of ecstasy washed over her.
“Ahh… Hahh! Hahhh…!”
She collapsed onto the bed, unable to support herself, as he climbed over her from behind.
She felt the weight of his body aligning with her entrance, and exhaustion from the pleasure coursed through her, rendering her unable to lift her back to look at him.
Slowly, he slid his shaft into her, inch by inch, drawing sharp breaths from her as her body writhed beneath him. With each thrust, he stretched her wider, driving into her with increasing speed and intensity, eliciting cries of delight.
Though she fought to regain control, the roughness of his grip on her hips made it impossible. He thrust in and out with a primal urgency, sending shivers through her body.
Lucius was both fierce and tender as he moved, the thick, hard length of him filling her so deeply that she struggled to breathe. He pulled out momentarily, only to let his hand fall to her hip, delivering a sharp slap that ignited her senses further.
“Mmmhmmm… Hahh… Ahhh…” Stella struggled to catch her breath as he shifted their positions, and the pressure of his relentless movements left her gasping for air.
He slid beneath the bed, the soft scent of the room intensified by the darkness that enveloped them. His body pressed against hers, and she felt his lips on hers, but the words he uttered were lost in the haze of sensation.
Despite the overwhelming intensity, she found herself instinctively guiding her hips, sliding up and down his length, feeling the roughness of him filling her repeatedly.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, yet the more she tried to regain control, the more breathless she became.
He was nearing his own release, pulling out only to plunge deeper inside her once more. A cry escaped her lips as she collapsed against his chest, feeling the weight of his relentless pursuit.
He gripped her hips, driving into her at a measured pace, surrendering completely to the rhythm they created together. But as he grew more forceful, she struggled to contain her cries.
“Oh my God, please, I can’t take it!” she gasped, her body instinctively trying to escape the mounting intensity. Yet he pressed on, hitting the deepest parts of her before withdrawing and thrusting again with renewed vigor.
As fatigue began to settle over her, he climbed over her again and again.
“Ah… Ah… Ahhh…!” Her cries intensified, each one swallowed by the darkened space around them.
The night stretched on, and she felt herself losing the ability to breathe, her voice melding into the shadows. She bit down on the pillow, stifling her sounds as his fingers danced where his mouth had been, until she could no longer tell where one sensation ended and another began.”
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Stella woke when she felt a pair of arms tighten around her. Still groggy with sleep, she shifted against the warm body behind her and turned her head to see who was lying beside her.
For a moment, she simply stared.
Lucius was lying next to her, his body pressed against hers, one arm wrapped securely around her waist. His face was peaceful in sleep, his dark hair falling messily across his forehead.
Then the memories of the previous night came rushing back.
Stella's eyes widened, and she immediately turned away, her body tensing beneath the sheets.
‘Oh, God.’
She had done it again.
Despite everything that had happened between them, despite the anger she had carried toward him and the reasons she had sworn to keep her distance, she had given in the moment he was near her.
‘What is wrong with me? Why do I always forget that I'm supposed to be angry with him whenever he's around me?’
She bit her lower lip and glanced at him again.
Lucius was still asleep, looking entirely too comfortable in her bed. The sight of him only made her more flustered.
‘Maybe he won't remember what happened last night. Maybe we can just forget about it and move on.’
Clinging to that possibility, Stella carefully slipped out of his arms and eased herself out of bed. She bent down to retrieve her clothes from the floor, then hurriedly pulled them on, still trying not to make a sound.
She was just fastening the last button of her dress when his voice broke the silence.
“Stella, what are you doing?”
She froze.
Then she turned around.
Lucius was awake, propped up on one elbow, his head resting against his hand as he watched her from the bed. A smug smile curved his lips.