Don't deny me

Don't deny me

I took off my clothes, one by one, without another thought. He watched me intently, his gaze moving along with my fingers and over every inch of bare skin that was unveiled. His lips parted slightly, a silent invitation for me to continue. My breaths came out quickly as I discarded each piece of clothing onto the cold ground below.

There was nothing stopping me tonight.

Not even shame.

My hair fell over my breasts as I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. The anticipation within me rose. I still had no clue what I was heading into, but it was too late to turn back now. I was already there, in front of him, my skin bare. I didn’t know what he thought when he saw me. But only a few seconds after undressing, his hand returned to the back of my leg and he pulled me onto his lap.

I fell straight on him, my heart drumming roughly in my chest as my legs rested on either side of his. Both his hands snaked through my body and it felt good. More than just good. I couldn't find the words to understand what was happening to my body.

I’d never been touched by a man before and as much as it sounded righteous, I had always craved it, like every girl did. Though, my mother’s health occupied my mind over the past few months. I didn’t seek my mate, or even bother to get along with any guy.

The conflicting desires swirled inside me as I straddled his hard leg. Should I surrender to the forbidden pleasure? Or continue to resist, denying myself something I secretly yearned for?

He traced his hand down my back, goosebumps following his trail. I looked into his dark eyes, but they weren’t on mine anymore, they were on my body. He was tempted, maybe more than even I was. I couldn’t read his mind but he could surely read mine.

He already had.

He turned me around and laid me down on the bed. The room didn’t feel as cold as it was before. It was rather warmer, but I was sure it was because I was lying under a man, naked and in heat. My whole body shrank under him. He placed one hand near my head and the other one rested below my waist.

My lips parted and breaths escaped. I began noticing the little things I missed before. He was a lot bigger than me, muscular and feral. It felt safer when I was on his lap rather than lying underneath him because even when there was nothing to fear, I was still scared. He was a man and I was a woman.

Gently, he leaned down, his lips hovering just above mine. My body rattled with heat as I met his eyes once more and the allure hidden in them.

"Why don’t you start telling me how you’re feeling?" he asked, tracing his fingers along the sides of my face.

My brows furrowed. "You can read my mind."

His thumb rubbed against my lower lip and I held back my breaths. "I can, but I want to hear it from your mouth. I want you to tell me exactly what you’re feeling, because if you don’t, I can’t offer you any relief, Aurora."

I swallowed, my heart pounding against my ribs. "I’m—it felt like I was on fire," I confessed, a shiver running down my spine as I finally voiced the sensation coursing through my body. "And—" My eyes trailed his hand as it lingered between my thighs. The anticipation, the yearning, all bubbling inside me.

"Go on," Lucien whispered, his voice tempting.

His fingers glided upwards, a dangerous tease, and I sucked in a sharp breath. "And there’s a throbbing."

"A throbbing?" His fingers stayed still for a moment as he waited for me to continue.

"Yes," I confessed, a whimper escaping my lips as the pressure within me became intense. "There’s a need, a throbbing need." My insides clenched and warmth spread in my core in a way it never had. There was a strong sense of desire and urgency running through me and I couldn’t help it.

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

He leaned closer to my mouth and my breaths mingled with his cold ones. Our lips remained only inches apart from meeting. "Where is it the most, Aurora?"

My fingers rested at the top of his, guiding him to where the ache was stronger. I dragged his hand from my thigh to my pussy, right where it pulsed, where it needed to be touched.

He chuckled softly, "Here?" he asked, pressing gently while a wicked glint appeared in his eyes. His fingers started slow, circling around my sensitive bead. My insides twisted and clenched even more.

My fingers clutched his and I nodded, "Yes, Lucien. Right there."

His finger trailed over the lips of my pussy, stopping at my entrance. Using his thumb, he rubbed circles over my bead while his finger rested over my entrance. The corners of his mouth twitched, a devilish smile forming on his lips. "And what if I can’t give you what you need?" he teased, his movements slowing down, forcing a whimper from deep within me.

"You can," I gasped out, indulging completely in the torment he subjected me to. "You—you must."

"And if I stop?"

"Lucien," I protested, shaking my head. "Don’t."

He drew his hand away from my pussy and trailed his finger over my stomach and waist before pressing his fingers against my nipple. I yearned for more. There was no relief, not yet. I wanted more.

"Seeing you beg is simply tempting, but what if I want to punish you for what you have done, Aurora? After all, you did put me through some torture today, didn’t you?" His smile widened and the mischief returned to his eyes. Maybe it was always there and I just didn’t notice it.

"No, not tonight," I begged him. "You can punish me in any other way, just not by denying me the relief I so desperately need. You know I need this." I managed to finish, my voice pleading.

My hand wrapped around his wrist. His fingers brushed against my sensitive nipple, sending sparks shooting straight to my core.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, his breath brushing my cheek as he looked at me, considering. His fingers paused their teasing, lingering against the swell of my breast. "Any other way, you say?"

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes, anything else."

His hand trailed down my body, leaving me breathless. I waited till his fingers were at my throbbing pussy, rubbing my nub. My grip on his arm tightened as I stifled a moan.

His touch was expert, knowing exactly how to move his fingers. They moved in a precise manner and sent me straight to pleasure. He leaned back and his other hand trailed along my thigh, tracing the line of my skin before gently pushing my legs apart.

His fingers moved lower, teasing my entrance, just barely dipping inside. My gaze remained on his while his eyes narrowed, studying me, my bareness. I still felt no shame, no guilt for spreading my legs for him. I didn’t think I ever would. He was my mate, he was meant to see me, every part of me.

"Lucien," I whimpered, my hips rolling against his hand. His fingers were restless, rubbing my nub and pushing me to the edge, to the point where my insides coiled tight, at the brink of relief.

His other hand moved over my thigh, gently moving across my skin. My breath caught in my throat as his thumb found my nub again, applying just the right amount of pressure. The world narrowed down to the feel of his fingers, the pleasure I received. And then, as my body started to shake, as the climax took over me, he drew his hand away, letting me finish.

My body curled. The buried heat inside me crawled out, not all of it but some. I panted heavily, sinking into the mattress as a sense of relief settled over me.

With trembling legs, I sat up and my eyes met Lucien’s dark and smoldering ones.

His hand was still on my thigh, just resting there. "Well, well, my widowed virgin," he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Did you enjoy your first taste of pleasure?"

I stared up at him, startled. "I’m not—I didn’t even think of it."

His hand moved to my arm and he turned me around, over to my back while he himself leaned against the headboard of the bed. A chuckle escaped his mouth and echoed in the silence. "I can’t read your mind always, Aurora. But I surely can see the way your body responds to my touch. Your innocent reactions betray you."

I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks at his words, but I knew well he couldn’t see me as he had me turned around and between his legs.