Chapter 34 #2
The combination of his cock filling me, his mouth on my breast, and his fingers on my clit is too much. Pleasure builds inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until it snaps, washing over me in waves that leave me trembling.
“That’s it,” he growls against my skin, never slowing his thrusts. “Fucking beautiful when you come.”
My orgasm seems to go on forever, my inner walls clenching around him as he continues to pound into me. When the intensity finally subsides, I’m a boneless, gasping mess beneath him.
But he’s not done. Not even close.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his eyes drinking in the sight of my pussy, still wet and glistening from my orgasm. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He lowers his head between my thighs, his tongue making one long, slow swipe from my entrance to my clit. I jerk beneath him, oversensitive from my climax.
“Lucien,” I gasp, my hands finding their way to his hair. “I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can,” he insists, his breath hot against my most intimate place. “And you will.”
His tongue delves inside me, tasting me with deep, deliberate strokes that have me squirming. He works me open with his tongue, then adds his fingers, stretching me as he continues to lap at my juices.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he groans against my flesh, the vibration making me shudder. “Like fucking sin.”
I’m already building toward another orgasm, my body responding to his skilled mouth like it was made for this. Made for him.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. “Let go again. Come on my tongue.”
His words push me over the edge. I come with a broken cry, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure crashes through me. He doesn’t stop, drinking down every drop as I pulse around his fingers.
When I finally collapse back against the mattress, completely spent, he crawls up my body, his cock still rock hard and leaking against my thigh.
“Two down,” he murmurs, his lips finding mine in a kiss that tastes of me. “How many more do you have in you tonight, Little Sinner?”
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his thick length. “As many as you can give me,” I promise, stroking him slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
His eyes darken with renewed hunger. “Good. Because neither am I.”
He captures my hand, pinning it above my head as he lines himself up at my entrance once more. “This time,” he growls, pushing inside me with one powerful thrust, “I’m going to make you beg.”
He starts slow, torturously slow, each thrust a deliberate torture that has me clawing at his shoulders. “Please, Lucien,” I whimper, my hips rising to meet his. “Faster. Harder. I need—”
“Need what?” he demands, his voice a dark caress against my ear. “Use your words.”
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Like you own me. Like you hate me.”
“Beg me,” he commands, his voice rough as he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in. “Tell me how much you need this.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin. “Please, Lucien. I need you. I need your cock so fucking bad.”
He grips my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts harder. “Louder. I want to hear you.”
“Please!” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
The words spill out of me, raw and desperate. I’ve never begged anyone for anything, but for him, I’ll get on my fucking knees if that’s what he wants. I never thought I’d actually admit that.
“That’s it,” he growls, his pace relentless. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you beg.”
He shifts his angle slightly, and suddenly I see stars, my vision blurring as pleasure builds low in my belly.
“Right there,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his back. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
“I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he promises, his voice a dark caress against my ear. “And then I’m going to fill you up. Mark you from the inside and then watch it leak out of you.”
The filthy words push me closer to the edge. I’m already trembling, my body wound tight with need.
“I’m close,” I warn, my voice barely recognizable. “So close.”
“Come for me,” he demands, his fingers working my clit faster. “Now, Seraphina.”
The command, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, sends me over the cliff.
“That’s it,” he encourages, never slowing his movements. “Take it all. Take every fucking drop.”
He follows me over, his rhythm faltering as his own release hits. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum as his hips jerk against mine.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Fuck, my Little Sinner.”
We collapse together onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing.
For a moment, I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
My body feels like it’s floating, disconnected from reality.
The orgasm was so intense that I’m half out of my body, existing in some hazy space between consciousness and bliss.
I feel Lucien’s weight shift above me, but instead of pulling away, he slides down my body. His eyes lock with mine as his head disappears between my thighs.
“What are you—” My words catch in my throat as his tongue makes contact with my sensitive flesh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath hot and wet. “I want to taste myself inside you.”
My hips jerk involuntarily as he laps at my entrance, gathering his cum on his tongue. The sight of him between my legs, his lips glistening with our combined juices, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
“Fuck, that’s filthy,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looks up at me, his green eyes dark with hunger. “You love it,” he says, then plunges two fingers inside me. He works them in and out, mixing his cum with my juices. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, keeping all my cum inside you like a good girl.”
I moan, my back arching off the bed. “Lucien—”
“Shh,” he commands, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot. “Just feel.”
He lowers his mouth again, sucking hard at my entrance, pulling his own release from my body. The obscene sound of his lips working against my flesh fills the room. I can feel his tongue probing deep, gathering every drop he can reach.
My thighs tremble around his head as he continues to feast on me, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. I’m already building toward another orgasm, my body responding to his filthy mouth like it was made for this.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
Lucien’s eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry, as he leans over me. He grips my chin with his strong fingers, forcing my mouth open wider. A string of thick, white cum hangs from his tongue as he leans down, letting it fall directly into my open, panting mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough and commanding.
The taste floods my senses—salty and unmistakably him. I close my eyes and swallow, feeling the warmth slide down my throat. When I open my eyes again, his face is inches from mine, watching me with that predatory intensity that makes my stomach clench.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “You taste fucking perfect.”
I lick my lips, still tasting him. “That was disgusting,” I say, but there’s no heat in my words.
He laughs. “You loved it.”
I can’t deny it. The filthy act has me throbbing again, my body responding to his depravity like it’s been waiting for this my whole life.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I whisper, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. Our tongues meet, and I can taste myself on him.
“I’m your animal,” he corrects me.
Lucien shifts beside me, and I feel his lips press against my temple. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
I turn to face him, my eyes struggling to focus. He’s propped on one elbow, his free hand brushing my hair back from my face.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice intense. “Do you understand that? Completely, utterly mine.”
“I know,” I whisper, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“No.” He cups my face. “I don’t think you do. Not really.”
He leans closer, his emerald eyes burning with an intensity that takes my breath away.
“I love you,” he says, the words simple but devastating. “I’m obsessed with you. I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I saw you, and I’ll never stop being obsessed with you.”
My breath catches in my throat. “Lucien—”
“Let me finish,” he interrupts, his voice gentle but firm. “I will never let you go. Not now, not ever. If you try to leave me, I’ll find you. If someone tries to take you from me, I’ll destroy them. You are mine, Seraphina. And I am yours.”
“I’m obsessed with you too,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I think about you constantly. I dream about you. I need you like I need fucking oxygen.”
His eyes darken at my confession. “Say it again.”
“I’m obsessed with you,” I repeat, louder this time. “I love you. And I’m never letting you go either.”
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. “Good. Because I’d hate to have to chain you to my bed.”
I laugh, the sound rusty and raw. “Like that would stop me.”
He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a hold that’s both possessive and protective. “Try me, Little Sinner. I fucking dare you.”