The pleasure
Instead, my heart raced. "I thought vampires couldn't—"
His low chuckle interrupted me. "I'm not just a vampire, Aurora," he reminded me while leaning down to brush his lips against mine. "And not all myths are true."
I reached out to trace a line down his chest, my eyes meeting his once again. "Show me," I whispered. "Show me the truth." The desperation was thick in my voice. I didn't know if the words leaving were even from me.
The need—it was crippling.
"I'll show you everything," His mouth traced over my jaw. "Everything you need to see, everything you need to feel. It's all for you. I'm for you." His hand glided over my hips before slipping underneath.
My chest rose and fell. Breaths came out quickly and in a sequence that told me I was panicking.
"Lucien," I whispered, my fingers curling around his forearms. "I'm scared." There was no reason I should have been, but I still was. Maybe it had to do something with what was going to happen when this moment of—of intimacy was going to be over, or maybe the fact I was giving myself to my mate, who I didn't intend on staying any longer with.
"I know," he replied, his voice soothingly calm. His thumb traced my trembling lower lip before he leaned in. "It's okay to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me."
Trust him.
It was a dangerous territory, trusting Lucien. But looking at him now, I found myself wanting to believe him, wanting to trust him.
"Okay." I breathed out, nodding a few times.
His lips curved into a smile, one that did something to my heart. He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. "I've got you," he murmured against my lips before his hand trailed down my body once more, his touch leaving goosebumps over my body.
His eyes never left mine as he positioned himself at my entrance. I didn't feel it until his cock was tracing down my slit. Only then, I realized his thickness—it was going to be painful.
I hoped not.
I nodded, swallowing hard, trying to ease the tension knotting between my legs and curling in my belly. Then, he was pushing inside me. Slow at first, an inch at a time. There was a sharp intake of breath. Mine. My pussy stretched to accommodate him and as much as it felt unfamiliar and full, the pain melded into pleasure I'd never experienced before.
His pace was steady and calculated. The feel of him, so hard and full inside me, was new. I was gasping, whimpering, clutching him tighter as he delved deeper.
With each thrust, he dragged out my buried heat. The coil within me tightened, pleasure growing.
The fingers of his one hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my throat. He groaned against my lips before his mouth moved lower, his teeth grazing my skin with a hint of his dark nature. The feeling of his sharp canines sent a shiver down my spine.
"Lucien," I breathed out his name, my chest tightening.
He slowed down, barely moving his thickness inside me. It stilled, so did he. There was a moment of pause. I saw him resisting an urge. I didn't get what it was until I saw his eyes.
"Lucien?" I questioned, my voice shaking with ease. My fingers traced over his face, taking in the familiar worry etched on it. His jaw was taut and his brows furrowed.
His hand's grip tightened around my waist as he leaned in.
"Your blood," he whispered against my mouth while his thumb parted my lips. "I can smell it."
My breath staggered. The scent of my blood was in the air, driving him wild.
"I want to, but I can't, Aurora." He shook his head and leaned back, the primal need for blood gone from his eyes just as quickly as it came.
His hand traveled down my neck and onto my breast. My body arched onto his touch and he thrusted back into me. A surprised gasp escaped my lips. He took his time, let me get used to his size.
The discomfort passed by once more. The feeling of his cock swelling, pulsing sent me over the edge. I raised my hips, my breaths heavy. His hand rested at the curve of my breast, holding it while he slammed into me.
With every thrust, he drove in deeper. The sound of his flesh meeting with mine echoed through the silence. My bitten lip trapped the moans, but my body betrayed me. It twitched and writhed under his control.
His eyes locked onto mine. I felt it—the tension winding up inside me. It was now familiar and even better than yesterday.
He grinned into me, his cock pushing against my sensitive walls. My thighs trembled as his pace quickened.
I clawed at his arms, needing something to hold onto. He lowered himself onto me, burying his head at the nape of my neck. I traced my hand to his shoulder, holding onto the collar of his shirt. Panting, I found myself staring at the discoloration on his shoulder until I realized it wasn't a mark or anything, it was a tattoo.
The pleasure within me snapped suddenly. My vision turned black, stars and the sky. My nails dug into his skin. He grunted, holding me tighter before stilling inside me once more.
This time, a growl left his rumbling chest. I felt him, pulsing, releasing deep within me. It was warm. He was warm.
His body relaxed and collapsed against mine. His eyes met mine. There was a look of sanctification and a hint of something more, something deeper on his face. It was a look that made my heart thud against my ribs.
His hand, now gentle and tender, trailed down my hips as he rested on the side.
My eyes flickered over him, my heart still racing. Emotions crashed over me and one of them was far. It was all overwhelming. I could still feel him inside me, over me.
Was this what it meant to be mated? I didn't know. All I knew was I was scared.
He stretched his arm to me and I moved closer to him till I was resting over his chest. My breaths still came quickly.
"Don't go anywhere," I whispered, looking up at him.
"I won't," he responded, clutching me. "Not tonight."