Chapter 18 Say You Want It
Celeste-
I didn't even have time to process the words before his mouth crashed back onto mine.
The kiss was nothing like the first, it was brutal, stirring a storm through me and sucking the breath right out of my lungs. His hand found its way under my shirt, fingers trailing against my bare skin, past my ribs until he caught my breast and squeezed it hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth.
I should have pushed him away. God, I should have. But my arms betrayed me, clutching his shoulders and dragging him closer. The harder I clung to him, the rougher he became, like my surrender only made him dangerous.
"Lucien-" I tried, but my voice never made it out.
He swallowed the sound, grinding his body against mine, until I felt the sharp line of his cock bulging through his pants and pressing against my stomach.
Damn.
His other hand slid to my hip, gripping it tight enough to bruise. There was no hesitation, no holding back. It felt like he was punishing me, punishing himself, and my body didn't know the difference.
My knees gave way, my back hitting the wall as he pinned me there with nothing but his weight. His teeth once again found my lips, then bit down enough to hurt, making a small moan escape before I could stop myself.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with lust. "You don't want me to stop," he rasped.
I hated myself for it, because he was right.
Before I could even think, his hand caught both of my wrists and slammed them above my head, pinning me against the wall.
"Lucien-" My voice cracked with uncertainty-or a plea, maybe.
His face was inches from mine, his breath hot against my lips. "Say it," he growled as his grip tightened on my wrist. "Say you want this."
The demand hit me harder than his body pressing against mine. I should have considered the shame burning in my chest, listened to mind screaming that this was madness, but my hips moved on their own, pressing against him.
"I-" My voice stuck in my throat, ruined by humiliation and desire.
"Say it." His voice was rough and colder, leaving no room for resistance. Finally, I gave in.
"I want it," I whispered like a dirty confession.
His lips twisted in satisfaction. "Good girl." He murmured, before shoving his thigh between mine, forcing them apart, and pressing up against my center until I couldn't breathe.
I let myself go for a moment, rubbing against him without even realizing it, until the low sound he made told me he noticed everything. Heat flushed my face with a flicker of shame. But I couldn't stop, and the truth was, I didn't want to.
He pulled his mouth from mine just long enough to lift my shirt over my head and toss it aside while his gaze remained on me, burning hotter than fire.
I wanted to cover myself, to hide, but he didn't give me the chance. His hands skimmed down my stomach impatiently as he crouched to tug my jeans down over my hips. My eyes stayed on him as I stepped out of them, and in an instant, he was towering over me again.
"Lucien, wait-"
The word broke into a cry as his fingers finally slipped past my panties, sliding into clit without hesitation.
"Look at you," he murmured in my ear, his tone almost mocking. "Already dripping for me."
My head rolled back against the wall as his fingers dragged from my core to my bottom.
One. Two. Back and forth.
Then curled it deep inside me, pulling them out only to thrust back in harder.
Every thrust made my knees shake, and my body clung to him. I bit my lip to hold back a cry, but soft whimpers still escaped.
"Don't hold back," he rasped, his thumb finding my clit and pressing down on it. My hips jerked helplessly as I let out a choked moan.
"Lucien-please-" I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore; mercy, release, more.
He leaned closer, his breath hot against my cheek. "Please what?" He murmured cruelly. "Say it. Say you were waiting for me to do this."
I shook my head, but my body betrayed me, trembling around his fingers, leaving them wet. He smiled darkly, thrusting harder, his thumb circling my clit until I thought I'd fall apart. "Your mouth lies," he said. "But your pussy doesn't."
I barely had time to breathe before he pulled his hand away from me. I whimpered, leaning against the wall, but he didn't give me a chance to gather myself. In one swift motion, he sank to his knees before me.
"Lucien-" My protest died as he ripped off the only piece of fabric covering me-my panties. His eyes flicked up, locking on mine with a sharp intensity.
"Don't you dare look away," he ordered.
The first stroke of his tongue made my whole body jolt. Heat, wetness, and a smooth slide over my clit that had me gasping. His tongue circled slowly, deliberately, following every twitch of my hips. Then mercilessly, he flattened his tongue and licked me in one long, deep stroke that had my legs shaking.
"Lucien, oh fuck-" I grabbed at his hair, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. Helpless, I had no choice but to take every flick of his tongue, every suck that drew me closer to the edge.
The pressure built too quickly, my body tightening, desperate for release. I was right there, seconds away from shattering when he stopped.
"No, no, don't-" The words came out on their own.
He looked up at me with a sharp smirk on his wet lips. "Beg."
I shook my head, torn between pride and desperation. The chaos between my legs was too much, my body throbbing with this insatiable desire that needed to be met.
"Please," I murmured, barely audible.
His smirk widened. "Again."
"Please, Lucien. Please don't stop."
Satisfied, he dipped his head again, tongue relentless this time, pushing me past the edge. My cry echoed in the room, breaking what was left of my composure.
He didn't give me time to recover.
My body was still shaking from the peak he had forced me to when he stood and unbuttoned his shirt, every button showing more of his rock-hard muscles in the dim light. I couldn't stop staring. Didn't want to.
When his belt clinked open, my breath caught.
"Turn around," he ordered.
I couldn't refuse the command, so I moved, pressing my hands to the cool wall till my cheek was against it. While my heart pounded so loudly that I thought he could hear it.
His hand slid up my back slowly, making me arch. "So soft," he murmured. His other hand traced me fully, leaving me completely bare. Shame and desire churned inside me, but I was past caring.
He firmly pressed against me from behind until my knees nearly buckled.
"You're shaking." His lips brushed my ear. "Afraid?"
"Yes," I admitted.
A low chuckle vibrated through him. "Good."
The blunt pressure of him against me stole my breath. He paused, relishing my helplessness, then slowly pushed in his hard cock, stretching me inch by inch. I tried to stifle my cry with my hand, but he grabbed my wrist and moved it away.
It wasn't my first time, but it felt intense all the same.
"Let me hear it," he commanded.
His full length nearly overwhelmed me as his body locked me into place. Every thrust felt sharp and deep, once again driving me to the edge. The intensity was so much so that my nails clawed at the wall with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Lucien-" I gasped, but he silenced me with a hand over my mouth as his hips slammed harder. My body responded by clenching with every thrust.
When his hand left my mouth, words tumbled out. I didn't mean to say. "Please... don't stop."
He froze for a moment, and I thought I felt a flicker of something in him-hesitation, maybe. Then he thrust even harder, as if to erase it.
My legs trembled, my vision blurred and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the silence in the room. Just when I thought I couldn't take more, he pulled me back by the hair, forcing my head against his shoulder.
"I warned you," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I don't do gentle."
And then he broke me open all over again.
His pace grew rougher, each thrust a punishment I wasn't sure I deserved, each one forcing a helpless sound from my throat. My body wasn't mine anymore, it belonged to him, to the rhythm he forced me into.
"Lucien-" My voice broke, trembling between plea and surrender.
He didn't slow. If anything, my begging only encouraged him on. My knees gave way, but his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me upright as if I were nothing but a doll in his hands.
As the pressure inside me heightened, I bit down on my lips, forcing back a cry, but he caught my chin, forcing my back against his shoulder.
"Don't hide it," he growled against my ear. "I want to hear you fall apart."
And I did.
The climax felt like fire, ripping through me and tearing me open. My body shook, clenching around him as I sobbed his name.
"Fuck!" He cursed, tightening his grip on my hip as he rode faster and harder as he approached his own end.
His breath came in a sharp, ragged gasp, and then he stilled, buried deep in me as his body trembled with release.
For a moment, the only sound was our breathing. My body was limp, ruined, still twitching around him as if reluctant to let go.
Then he pressed his forehead to my shoulder and kissed it softly, silent, as though waging some private war inside himself. I turned my face slightly, hoping stupidly for a word, a touch, anything that might soften what had just happened.
But then he pulled back.
The sudden distance left me swaying, so I stumbled toward the bed and sank down, too exhausted to think of what had just happened.
Lucien didn't even look my way, he quietly walked over to his clothes, throwing them back on with a cold precision, like he hadn't just ruined me. I told myself I would ask him anything, something-once I could breathe again. But my eyes grew heavy, and before I could, I fell asleep.
When I woke, sunlight spilled across the sheets. My body was sore, the bed beside me still smooth.
And Lucien was gone.