Chapter 45 Chapter 45
Lucien was far from done.
His face was masked with raw, primal need as he watched her reach the peak with a predatory intensity.
He drove even harder and faster. His movements became frantic and desperate as he chased his own pleasure without caring about her.
It felt like he was trying to drown five years of loneliness in a single moment of possession.
He felt her thighs becoming tight again. She started breathing heavily but he refused to let her go.
He gripped her hips so tightly his knuckles turned white. His breath became jagged and guttural growls.
"Not yet," he hissed, his eyes going pitch-black as he reached his own limit. "Stay right there... stay with me, Cynthia."
He gave three more powerful and grounding thrusts, each deeper than the last until he finally reached his own climax.
With a low and animalistic growl, he slammed into her core one last time, pinned her into the mattress with the full force of his weight as he came deep inside her and she also reached her climax for the second time in the night.
Lucien's release was violent and hot that seemed to bind them together in a way that words never could. He buried his face in her nape, his teeth grazed her skin as he emptied himself into her.
Their bodies shake in the same rythm and for those blissful seconds they forgot what and where they were. The only sound that could be heard was that of their own hearts.
All that meant was them.
Cynthia lay crushed under him, trying to catch her own breath.
Slowly, Lucien lifted himself off of her and pulled out before lying beside her.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes damp with tears which she refused to acknowledge caressed her cheeks.
She just wanted to sink into the mattress and let the darkness swallow her whole so she could sleep and forget the way she had just come apart under the hands of her enemy.
But Lucien Vaughn was not a man who settled for a truce. He wasn't satisfied yet.
She has challenged him, and he has promised himself to make her cry, to make her remember this night for days to come.
Just as her breathing began to even out, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She gasped when she felt his hardness against her back.
"Lucien... no," she gasped, "I can't... I’m tired."
He turned her on around and hovered above her.
"I didn't give you permission to sleep, Cynthia," he rasped in a dark and grave voice "You sold yourself to me. That means I decide when you’ve had enough."
She swallowed hard and barely had time to prepare herself when he was already inside her.
"Please..." She whimpered in a broken voice.
He chuckled darkly as he started moving inside her at a relentless pace.
"Please what?" he growled, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "Please stop? Or please finish what I started?" He chuckled "You were the one who asked me to 'bring it on'. Didn't you?"
He smirked devilishly, leaving her speechless.
"Hold on to the headboard for support because I am not even close to finishing yet."
Cynthia’s hands shook as she reached up. Her fingers fumbled until they gripped the cold metal of the headboard.
She felt like a doll being played with by a monster.
Every thrust from Lucien jerked her body upwards and he just closed her eyes for it to end.
She gasped and her eyes shot open when suddenly he started circling her clit.
"You are not allowed to take your eyes off of me" he growled "I want you to remember every minute of it."
She cried out when he drove inside her at relentless speed. He didn't seem to tire, his movements remaining as powerful and precise as they had been the first time.
The air was now filled with the sound of their unison, their moans, and the scent of their being.
She came for the third time faster than she anticipated.
It shattered her completely. She felt her spirit drift somewhere far away. Her muscles were twitching, her voice had gone hoarse from the cries she couldn't suppress, and her eyes were glazed.
Her arms fell limply on the mattress as she let go of the headboard.
She didn't know how long she could last because her body was completely exhausted but the beast above her didn't seem to even slow down.
She counted each thrust until he came inside her with a loud, primal, and animalistic growl.
He collapsed over her, not giving her space to even breathe.
After a few minutes, he pulled away. The sudden absence of his heat made her shiver. Her skin felt sensitive and raw.
After catching his breath, he finally stood up and stepped out of bed.
Once he was gone, she didn't bother to even look at him. She just rolled onto the other side, to finally find the sleep her body was screaming for.
Within seconds she started drifting into sleep when a firm hand on her shoulder forcefully turned her on her back.
"Sit up," his command reached her ears.
But she couldn't move a single finger.
"Lucien... please," she whispered, her eyes barely staying open. "I can't move."
He wasn't in the mood to hear any excuse. He simply hooked an arm behind her neck and lifted her effortlessly until she was leaning against his chest.
"Drink," he ordered.
Her eyes were half open when she felt a glass being pressed against her swollen lips.
She took a few sips. The cold water felt like a miracle against her parched throat.
For a second, a tiny, foolish part of her thought that he was finally having some mercy on her. But when she finished the last drop of the water, Lucien set the glass aside and turned his dark gaze back to her.
She lay back without caring about the world. He joined her in bed and scooped her in his arms.
When she thought he was going to sleep, she felt his manhood trying to penetrate her once again.
Her eyes shot open but before she could protest, he spoke, "I wouldn't want you to faint before the sun comes up. We still have a lot of time to make up for."
As he made room for himself her body jerked forward but he caught her in his strong arms.
"I suggest you find your second wind. I’m just getting started." He murmured against her ear.
His hands once again started playing with her body.
Soon the line between pain and pleasure began to fade.
Cynthia closed her eyes, realizing that sleep was a luxury she had forfeited the moment she stepped into Lucien Vaughn’s world.
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Was the chemistry loud enough… or should I turn up the heat next time? 😉