Chapter 14

~Natalie~

"You taste as good as you look," he purred, his eyes dark with hunger. "I can't wait to see how you feel wrapped around my cock."

I shuddered at the promise in his words, equal parts terrified and thrilled by what was to come. I knew she should fight him, should try to resist... but right now, all I could think about was the feeling of him inside me, stretching me, filling me in a way no one else ever had.

As if reading her mind, Lucien shifted between my thighs, the hard length of his erection pressing against my core through his trousers. Natalie gasped at the feel of him, so hot and hard and ready for her.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said bluntly, his hands going to the fastenings of his pants. "I'm going to pound into this tight little cunt until you forget everything but my name."

I whimpered, a mixture of fear and anticipation coiling in her belly. I knew I should say no, should push him away... but I couldn't make myself do it. Couldn't make myself deny the hungry ache building inside me again already.

Lucien seemed to take my silence for consent, shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock. My eyes widened at the sight of it, thick and long and flushed a deep, angry red. I'd never seen him like this before, never seen the evidence of just how much he wanted me.

He rubbed the head of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my arousal before notching himself at my entrance. I braced herself for the pain I knew was coming, for the stretch and burn of him breaking through the barrier that had kept us apart for so long.

But when he finally pushed forward, it was slow and steady, giving me time to adjust to the feel of him spreading me open. I gasped at the sensation, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders as he sank deeper and deeper into my tight heat.

It burned a little, ached a little... but there was pleasure too, a deep, pulsing sort of pleasure that made me want to clench around him and pull him in even further.

Lucien groaned as he bottomed out inside me, his hips flush against mine. "Fuck," he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine. "You're so goddamn tight."

I could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the feel of him filling me so completely. I'd never felt anything like this before, never known that sex could be so intense, so all-consuming.

Lucien gave me a moment to adjust before he started to move, pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside her before thrusting forward again. I cried out at the sensation, my nails digging into his shoulders as he set a relentless pace.

He dugges into me hard and fast, driving deep with every stroke as if trying to stake a claim on my very soul. And maybe he was,maybe this was his way of making sure I never forgot who I belonged to.

I didn't want to belong to him. Didn't want anything to do with him at all. But God help me, I couldn't make myself tell him to stop. I couldn't make myself push him away when it felt so good to have him moving inside me like this.

Instead, I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his thrusts with eager rolls of my own hips, taking him deeper with every stroke. Lucien groaned at the change in angle, his cock hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Oh dear," he gasped, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubled his efforts. "There... just like that... take my cock like a good girl..."

I moaned brokenly, barely able to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body. I could feel another orgasm building already, could feel the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside me with every thrust.

Lucien seemed to sense it too, his hand slipping between their sweat-slicked bodies to find my clit. He rubbed tight circles around the sensitive nub in time with his strokes, driving me higher and higher towards the edge.

"Come on my cock," he growled, his hips snapping against mine hard enough to bruise. "Scream my name so everyone knows who makes you feel this good."

The filthy words combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers and cock were enough to send me flying over the edge again. I came with a ragged scream, clenching down hard around him as pleasure shattered through me.

Lucien followed a heartbeat later with a guttural roar of his own, spilling deep inside me as his hips jerked with the force of his release.

We lay there for a long moment afterwards, panting and sweat-drenched as we struggled to catch their breath. I wanted to hate herself for giving in to him like that, for letting him have this power over me...

But right now, all I could feel was sated and tired and vaguely satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before. It wasn't love— far from it.