Chapter 49 Burned Beautifully

Chapter 49 Burned Beautifully
MAGDALENA knows that they crossed the line again. It was wrong, but why does it feel  so right? Every flick of his tongue inside her mouth didn't taste like sin. The way he kissed her now didn't taste like guilt. It felt like freedom.

Kissing him.

Tasting his lips.

Giving in.

Why does everything that involves him feels right and magical?

Lucian's lips felt comforting. His fingers on her jaw felt warm.

She should've pulled away, drawn the line, avoided the temptation. But she couldn't.

Her selfishness is taking over her sanity again.

She couldn't think. All she could feel was the pulse in her throat and the tremble of her fingers as they rose, hesitantly, shaking, to rest on his bare chest.

And when her palm pressed against his hard chest, she felt the fire that burns. It intensified. His skin was warm. Solid. Real. Like this is the realist thing she could ever have in this forbidden temptation.

The way he claimed her lips felt possessive, like he wants to completely own her, mark her. And she let him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck possessively, as if to make up for every night she spent pretending she didn't think of him. Of what it would feel like to finally stop fighting herself and let her desires free.

Like what happened at the pool when she first submitted to him without thinking about anything.

Lucian kissed her deeper, slower, and she kissed him back with a desire as intense as his kiss. Every movement was a betrayal of the control she clung to,  the restraint she wore like armor. But it crumbled now, piece by piece, under his hands.

A sweet surrender.

"L-Lucian," Lena called his name through a moan when he lifted her up, carrying her in his arms.

Lucian walked towards the bed. The intention was clear. It was to dominate her. All of her. Again.

She gasped when he laid her down, her back arching off the soft bed as his mouth found her neck. Her body was responding to every flick of his tongue against her skin.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, voice rough against her skin.

Stop? She didn't. She couldn't. She didn't want him to.

Not anymore.

Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer, grinding herself against him, his weight on her. The softness of his mouth. The heat of his body over hers. Everything feels so good.

Lucian moved slowly, deliberately, worshipping her like she's something he'd never get again. Like this was the last time. And Lena felt every second of it like a burn she welcomed.

Lucian's lips grazed her skin delicately, earning soft moans from her, driving her insane.

Lena didn't even know when he removed all their clothes. She just felt his skin against hers, bare, burning, consuming. She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. When Lucian kissed her stomach, she looked away, ashamed, breathless.

"Look at me," he whispered, fingers curling under her chin. "I want you to see how I love to kiss every inch of you, every part of you, every second I spend with you."

One demand from him, and she did.

And the hunger in his eyes broke something inside her as his lips touched the cheek of her femininity 

She's naked under his intense gaze. He was seeing everything she tried to hide. The scars. The shame. The parts of her that still thought she didn't deserve to be touched like this, to be kissed, to be worshiped.

Lucian touched her anyway. He kissed her. Like she wasn't broken. Like he craves every ruined piece of her.

She felt it. Through his kiss, touch, and gaze. His feelings. His heart. His devotion. 

"I'm in love with you, Magdalena," Lucian whispered. "If it's not obvious, I'm telling you now. So, you won't doubt my feelings anymore."

She looked at him, her eyes welled with tears. "I-I..."

"Part your legs, Magdalena," he whispered again, eyes lingering like they're haunting her. "Let your body answer my pleas. Let me taste how sweet your answer is."

She did. She let her legs part for him, wide, shameless. He let his hands roam her. Let the fire she'd kept buried all this time ignite into something she couldn't contain.

It was overflowing.

His tongue flicked inside her, and Lena grabbed his hair as her body arched. The way he kissed her made her feel so good, so important, so beautiful.

Lena's voice was hoarse as she tried so hard to suppress her moans while Lucian was eating her like there's no tomorrow.

Her legs were already shaking when she reached the peak. Lucian licked her clean, and when she thought he's done, he started making her wet again with his lips.

"Lucian..." She was panting so hard as she grabbed his shoulders, trying to stop him. "Stop... I can't...anymore."

Lucian pulled himself up and slowly crawled on top of her. Her cheeks burned when she saw how wet his lips were, and he licked them, like he loved the taste of her juices.

Lucian let out a sexy chuckle before he touched himself, gently massaging, before aiming the top on her entrance.

Lena's teeth almost buried in her bottom lip as she moaned. Lucian covered her mouth with his other hand and chuckled again. "Don't moan too loud, baby."

She looked at him, her eyes teary. "I-I want it now..."

"You want what?" Lucian whispered, like he was teasing her. "You like this? You want this?"

Lena's legs trembled and wrapped around his waists when he rubbed his hard length against her throbbing core.

"Lucian, please..." she cried as she hugged his shoulders.

Lucian's teeth gritted, seeing how aroused the woman he loved was.

Her hair scattered on his sheets, her cheeks flushed, her eyes burning with desire. What a sight to see. Lucian loves seeing her underneath him, like this, naked for him, accepting him with all her heart.

Lucian caressed her cheeks, and then he entered her slowly, with a groan that felt pulled from somewhere deep.

"Ohh!" Lena cried out softly, her arms locking around him, holding him close as if the moment might slip from her fingers.

"Argh! Fck!" Lucian groaned when he filled her to the brim. He buried his face in her neck. "Damn, baby! I always loved to be this intimate with you."

Lena swallowed hard and shut her eyes tightly, feeling his hugeness inside her. She felt so full, so good. Like he was made for her, and she was made for him.

"I love you," Lucian planted a soft kiss on her eyes. "I love you until the stars no longer shine, until the world no longer spins."

She swallowed hard and looked at him. "I-Is that possible?"

Lucian smiled sweetly. "It's impossible to unlove you, that's it."

Lena's happiness was overflowing. She pulled him, and kissed him on the lips, pouring all her feelings, letting him feel them. And when they moved together, flesh to flesh, soul to soul, it wasn't fast or wild. It was slow and beautiful. It was meant to own. It was meant to devour. To feel each other.

Lena could feel all of him, owning every inch of her insides. Every thrust drove deeper into her restraint, unravelling days of silence. Every moan dragged from her lips proves that no matter how hard she tried to deny it, she had wanted him all along, she wanted him all this time.

He was gripping her waist, pushing and pulling. Lena was writhing underneath him, her breath entangled, her moans muffled. And when she came, it was quiet, her breath stuttering against his mouth as he kissed her, tears sliding down her cheeks. Not from pain. But from the intense release.

Lucian didn't let her go, holding her like she's something fragile and sacred.

"I tried...not to feel this," Lena's lips trembled. Her throat felt dry. "I want you. I want this. I don't want this to stop."

Lucian lay behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer. Their bodies touched and she could feel him under the sheets covering their naked bodies.

"I didn't try to not feel this," Lucian whispered as his lips grazed her nape, kissing her gently. "I enjoyed every moment, Magdalena. I loved every moment I spent with you. Thank you...for letting me in."