Chapter 109: Look At Yourself And Don't Look Away

Sophie

One second I was on Lucien's lap and the next I was being abruptly turned to straddle him, the blanket once warming me falling to the ground. I was soaked and shaking and beyond desperate for his touch as his hand slid to cup my face and I leaned forward to kiss him.

He was gentle but I wanted it all. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my front to his, running my fingers through his hair and angling his head back to meet my lips. It was a pure need that controlled me right now, my hands moving to run across his chest and my nails leaving trails of scratches in their wake.

The sound of pleasure it drew from his mouth had me grinding my hips down, rolling against the hard length of his cóck. My mind was spinning with pleasure, my lungs burning with the need for air and only getting it when he yanked my head back, heavy breath falling from both of our swollen lips.

"You are mine," he growled, his mouth latching onto mine once again and repositioning us so that I was straddling his one thigh.

"I am yours," I gasped as two strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me down onto his leg and forcing my hips to drag back and forth.

"Luci…" I couldn't even vocalize my embarrassment as he licked away my words, his tongue fucking my mouth and dissolving every last bit of control I had.

As much as my instincts told me to pull away from this, my body sought out the pleasure instead. My clit was swollen and begging from the pressure building inside me and when I began to move my hips on my own, I felt him smile against me.

"Such a good slut," he mumbled, lifting his leg slightly to angle me better.

"Look at that pathetic cunt of yours getting off from riding my thigh, you are dripping."

A tear escaped me when a small dark patch began to form on the material of his pants and my stomach was tightening at the sight.

"That is it, Sophie." He gave me a cruel smile, wiping away my tears just to run the same fingers across my nipples.

"Rub against me until your orgasm soaks my pants."

I couldn't stop the tremble in my knees as I rocked against him over and over until I needed him to guide me himself. He was so much harsher in his movement and he knew just the right spot to rub, angling me perfectly to that with every pass over him, shocks were being sent to my clit and fueling the climax coiling tight within me.

"You should take this time to prepare yourself, sweetheart." He warned as he watched me, seeing the way my body was tensing up.

My heart races as he leans in, his wet lips brushing ever so slightly at my temple before moving to my ear.

"I have waited to see you like this and believe me when I say I am going to enjoy devouring you." His teeth dragged over my skin, holding me still when I cried out in response.

Before anything else could happen, every inch of my body tightened and my orgasm struck through me and he kept me down as a whimper fell past my lips. He didn't care how sensitive everything was, all I could do was lean forward and hold on for dear life while wave after wave of blinding pleasure consumed me. I was pinned to his thigh until I made good on his promise of making a mess, my release soaking his leg and turning the material dark and wet.

As I stared down at the spot I was still being dragged across, I knew I couldn't go days without being touched by this man in some way. His hungry expression as he finally let up on his movement told me he was in agreement, an agreement he was planning on proving right now. Wrapping his arms tight around me, his shirt did nothing to cover me and parted even farther as he stood up from the couch, not bothering to turn off the movie or put what was left of the ice cream back in the freezer. He carried me bride style and start walking towards his room.

"So, I am guessing there is no playroom tonight?" I asked, remembering how memorable it was when Braton fucked me his bed. The feeling was indescribable.

"Not right now." He sent me a smirk that resulted in thousands of butterflies going off in my stomach.

"No, the only place I am fucking you tonight is in my bed so I can have the memories of you writhing beneath me every time I try to sleep."

Holy shít, I don't know what I had expected but fuck, I wanted that too.

Even though I have never been in his room before, I found myself excited and curious as he bent to twist the handle, pushing the door open with his foot.

His touch made me feel weak, his arms needing to support my body as I melted under his touch. My eyes had fallen shut and I hadn't even known we had we already on his bed until his fingers were at my chin, tilting my head to the side.

"Look at you, look at how pretty you look." He said, my hands moving to grab him at the sight of the large mirror at the side of his bed. But this mirror wasn't here the last time I was in his room, it wasn't here when he came back from the hospital, how come?

I had been so distracted with everything else that I had missed our reflection and I couldn't now though. I couldn't not see the flushed girl staring back at me, my knees pressed together and my eyes bright. My nipples were red and desperate as he rolled them between his fingers.

"A mirror?" I asked.

I both liked and disliked its presence but overall it had me tensing in place.

"Mhmm," he hummed and his eyes met mine in the mirror as his mouth left marks all along my neck.

"I want you to see yourself when I fill you up."

His words made my cunt tighten deliciously but I remained frozen, the woman I am seeing in the mirror looking nothing like me. I could see my arousal glistening from between my thighs, my hair messy and matching his as my hands remained connected to him.

"What, sweetheart?" He cooed, his nose brushing against my jaw as he continued to play with me.

I knew his tone was meant to be comforting and it was but it is also a genuine question that he expected an answer to.

"Nothing," I said breathlessly, tilting my head back to the ceiling so I didn't have to look at myself anymore. I felt so vulnerable like this and I didn't know how to tell him.

My response was not one he accepted though, a punishing slap going straight to my clit like he said he would.

"I just don't think I like watching myself, sir." I said, obliging his hold when he made me look at my reflection but unlike the first time, I wasn't sure I liked what I saw anymore. I saw myself in completely different ways, I saw a girl with so many desires.

"Kiss me," I mumbled and just like that everything around us snapped.

He was on me in an instant, recognizing the change within me and feeding off it as I was picked up to wrap around his body. We didn't break off, not once even as I was laid down onto the edge of his bed so that my front was facing the mirror. I didn't care, my hands frantically dropping to his belt and blindly unfastening the buckle, needing his help to push his clothing off his lean body.

"Please," I said against his mouth and that single word led to me being flipped onto my stomach, my hips being drawn upwards until I was on all four.

"Look at yourself and don't look away." His demand controlled my body for me, my head turning and my legs pressing together at the sight of my back naturally arching to his touch.

I watched as my thighs were spread wide apart, the action causing my ass to curve upwards into the air. For a second, the only thing that happened was his fingers slowly moving up and down my back, my senses attuned to every gentle brush of air parting from his mouth.

There was no doubt he knew the effects he was having on my body and by the time his touch moved to between my thighs, he had to steady me from how sensitive I was.

The intensity was something I have never felt before, it was like having the whole world at my fingertips. Gosh I love this man so fucking much, he is my life.