Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Seven
~Elias~
I woke up with the taste of warmth still clinging to my skin. For a moment, I thought he’s be gone. That the spot next to me would be cold, empty—just a dream. But there he was.
Lucien.
He was lying so still, breathing so deeply, long lashes brushing against his cheek as if the weight of the world hadn’t tried to crush him yesterday. His face was peaceful in sleep, he didn’t have the usual frown, and for the first time, I could stare without him teasing me about it. I could trace the soft curve of his lips with my eyes, the sharp lines of his jaw, the faint scratch on his neck from—God, was that from me?
I swallowed.
I should have looked away. I didn’t.
His shirt was open, chest bare and rising with each breath. His body was perfect. Chiseled, but not in that obvious, gym-obsessed way. He was art. Smooth. Sharp. He was dangerous. And somehow, lying there beneath the pale morning light….he looked gentle.
My gaze traveled lower. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But I did.
His shorts weren’t hiding anything.
And just like that, I felt it—the warm ache building low in my belly. My face flushed as I bit my lip and cursed myself for how fast it happened. But I couldn’t stop it. Not with the way my hand was already reaching out, tracing a slow line from his waist to his thigh.
I was embarrassing.
I fucking rejected his pleas last night. I told him no even after I saw how much he wanted me. But now—now, I was the one who wanted him the next morning.
It was funny and It wasn’t.
I should stop before I get caught in the act.
But fuck that, I didn’t. Not after his dick was hard in the morning, not after it twitched under his shorts.
I continued to slowly traced his thighs and then—
“You are awake,” he said suddenly, his voice hoarse, deep, and wrecked with sleep.
I froze. As if I didn’t know he was going to wake.
Lucien didn’t even open his eyes. A smirk curved his lips like he knew what I was doing even before I did.
“You are seducing me,” he muttered, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine. He was goddamn beautiful.
“I saw—you are hard,” I said shamelessly.
He chuckled—low, teasing. “Good morning to you too, my sweet boy.”
I rolled onto my side, propping my head on the my elbow as I let my hand drift lower, brushing against the band of his shorts.
I wanted him.
But I didn’t know how to come out in the open, not after I rejected him just last night.
“Can I….?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, even though my body was already betraying me.
He turned, the grin on his face too smug for someone still waking up. “Are you for real now?”
“What? I just want to help you.” I tried to sound innocent.
“This is just morning erection.” He smirked. “You get too, don’t you?”
“Is this some sort of comeback?” I argued, fingers teasing the edge of his waistband. “I just thought you had so much work yesterday and i wanted you to rest—“
“I still have work,” he interrupted, stretching a little, his muscles flexing under my hand.
My eyes darkened a bit. “So…you are rejecting me?”
“I’m just being reasonable.”
“Oh.” I swallowed, pulling my hand back slowly, trying to hide the disappointment on my face.
It wasn’t supposed to hurt.
But it did.
Lucien’s hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist. “Where do you think you are going?”
“I don’t know—shower?” I offered, my voice small.
He pulled me back against him, flipping us with a swift movement so that he was over me. “You think you can tease me awake and walk away?”
“I thought you have work,” I muttered, my breath catching.
“I do,” he said, his nose brushing against mine, his voice thick with hunger. “And I’m going to be late. Because of you.”
“You said no just now,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his.
“I lied,” he growled, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head. “You really believed I had turn down you?”
I gasped. “I was going to cry in the bathroom, you bastard.”
He chuckled, kissing the corner of my mouth. “I would come drag you out before you could shed a tear. I’m selfish like that.”
“You are a tease.”
“And you are needy,” he murmured, grinding against me. I felt the hardness, the heat, and I almost whimpered. “You should know by now, I want you. Always. Every second, Elias. There isn’t a moment I don’t.”
My chest rose and fell rapidly, and I was trembling under him.
He moved down, his lips brushing my throat. “Can I mark you?” He asked slowly.
I stiffened.
His fangs grazed the skin. The tension between us was thick, intoxicating. I felt his lips curl against my neck, hot breath teasing me.
“You are not ready.”
“Lucien—“
“Shhh, I won’t go easy on you today,” he warned.
“I’m not asking you to.”
———
Lucien’s lips crashed against mine, rough and demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of me. I moaned softly, my hands gripping Lucien’s broad shoulders, my nails digging into the skin beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. The kiss was hungry, desperate, a collision of mouths that spoke of longing and need.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating the kiss, and I surrendered willingly, my breath hitching as I melted into the sensation. The room was silent save for the wet sounds of our lips parting and meeting, the occasional soft groan that escaped my throat.
Lucien’s hands roamed my body, tracing every of my frame, his fingers brushing against the hem of my shirt.
With a swift motion, he tore it off, tossing it aside without a second thought. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my nipples tight with arousal, and Lucien leaned down to take one into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow as a shiver ran down my spine. Lucien smirked against his skin, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered,
“You’re so beautiful, Elias. So fucking perfect.”
His words were a mix of admiration and raw hunger, and I shuddered at the sound of my name on Lucien’s lips.
His hands moved lower, sliding down my torso, his fingers teasing the waistband of my pants. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned them.
I lifted his hips, allowing me to tug the pants off, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. My cock was already straining against the fabric, thick and eager, and Lucien’s eyes darkened with desire as he took it in.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Lucien murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was no mistaking the edge of dominance in his tone.
I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing, and he chuckled softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my thigh.
“Not yet,” Lucien whispered, his lips brushing against my skin as he began to kiss his way up my body. His mouth was a trail of fire, leaving me trembling and breathless.
He paused at my navel, licking and nibbling, before moving higher, his lips ghosting over my chest. I arched my back, my hands tangling in Lucien’s hair, pulling him closer, but he resisted, taking his time, savoring every inch of my body.
“Lucien, please,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need.
Lucien looked up, his eyes smoldering with desire, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
“Patience, darling,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “I want to make you feel good. I want to hear you scream my name.” His words sent a jolt of anticipation through me, and I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.
Lucien’s lips finally found mine again, the kiss deep and passionate, our tongues tangling in a rhythm that mirrored the urgency building between us. His hand slid down my body, slipping beneath the waistband of my boxers, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my cock.
I moaned into the kiss, my hips bucking slightly, and Lucien chuckled, his thumb stroking the tip, smearing the pre-cum that had already begun to leak.
“So wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re going to be a mess by the time I’m done with you.”
I whimpered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire, and Lucien kissed me again, deeper this time, as if to silence my protests. His hand moved slower now, teasing and torturous, his fingers tracing patterns on my cock, never applying enough pressure to satisfy the ache building in my core.
My breath came in ragged gasps, my body tense with anticipation. “Please, Lucien,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I need you.”
Lucien’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, and I felt my heart pound in my chest.
“Say it again,” Lucien demanded, his voice rough, commanding. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming, but there was no hesitation in my voice.
“Fuck me…daddy.”