Chapter 44 Chapter 44
Cynthia inhaled a deep breath when Lucien aligned himself against her. He held her hip with a bruising grip while the other hand traced the delicate curve of her spine. His fingers left a trail of fire in their way.
He moved just enough to bring himself against her, coating his manhood with her slick moisture.
"Ahh..."
Cynthia’s eyes snapped shut, her fingers curling into the silk sheets as she waited for him to complete her. She was feeling utterly ashamed of herself, her mind screaming in protest, yet she couldn't control how her body was betraying her.
Her body was practically trembling with need.
Lucien was just internally smirking looking at her at his mercy.
He started rubbing against her even more vigorously. He wanted her to realize exactly how much power he held over her body, how easily he could manipulate her into a state of pure, mindless need.
Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the sheets, and her toes curled in anticipation and just when she was about to come again, he stopped.
A frustrated sigh escaped her lips making him chuckle in dark amusement.
"You look too desperate, Cynthia" he teased from behind "Looks like your husband couldn't satisfy you"
She swallowed hard.
"You are trying too hard to prove yourself, Lucien" She spat "A real man doesn't need to starve a woman to make her eat. Are you so insecure that you have to use my hunger as a weapon?"
Lucien’s control snapped. His hands moved up in her hair as he tangled his fingers in it and lifted her head. He forced her to look into the massive, floor-to-ceiling mirror positioned in front of the bed, which Cynthia hadn’t realized was there until this very second.
"Ahh!" Cynthia yelped, her back arching in a bow as the scalp-deep pull forced her eyes open.
He has never been this rough with her before.
"Look at me," he commanded, looking at her through the mirror.
He loomed behind her, like a God of sin. His dark and masculine silhouette contrasted against her pale and marked skin. His chest heaved as he watched the way writhed under his grip.
"You talk about 'real men,' Cynthia? A real man takes what belongs to him."
And then he shifted his weight and without any warning he pushed inside her with one powerful thrust. The push was so strong that the headboard cracked against the wall.
Cynthia’s scream was trapped in her throat and her eyes widened in the mirror as she watched him claim her from behind.
Her toes curled at the fullness, her breathing became ragged as she tried to adjust to his size. He was pushing her to the limits, making it hard for her not to make a sound.
He groaned at how tight she was. It reminded him of their first time but back then he was gentle unlike today.
Slowly he leaned forward, his front brushing against her back.
"You wanted to eat?" he hissed in her ear. His breath was hot against the shell of her ear.
Hot tears blurred her vision as she looked at him through the mirror without blinking.
"Then feast on this" Slowly, he pulled back "Feast on the fact that no matter whose name you took, no matter where you ran, your body only knows how to answer to me."
And with that he slammed inside her once again, this time more ruthlessly.
"Lucien!" She moaned out.
"Yes!" He rasped, sitting back on his knees "Moan my name, Cynthia."
He pulled back and thrust inside her once again.
"Say it so I know you know exactly who is ruining you tonight."
"Lucien," she choked out, the name a prayer and a curse all at once. "Damn you, Lucien."
He let out a guttural growl before moving in and out of her at relentless speed.
With wide and teary eyes, Cynthia kept looking at Lucien who was looking like a God of war in the dim light.
His sweat-slicked hair hung over his forehead, his eyes were pitch-black voids of need, and his chest with every thrust.
He looked raw.
He looked sexy.
He looked like the monster she had always loved.
He was thrusting inside her at an unforgiving pace. Her breathing became uneven and her legs became tight when she was about to come.
"You are going to come. Huh?" Lucien mocked her as he tilted her head up even more.
Cynthia bit down on her lower lip, clenching on him as he kept on with his brutal force, "Remember who made you feel like this"
Then, with one push he buried himself so deep inside her that it felt like he was touching her very soul. She felt so divinely complete that a loud moan echoed throughout the room.
"Come!" He roared
And she did.
Her world fell apart.
Her vision went white as a violet release took over her. It crashed over her in a never-ending wave. She felt like she was being torn apart and put back together all at once.
Her legs and hands trembled and it became hard for her to stay in her position.
But Lucien was far from done...