Chapter 19 Chapter 19
Valentina
I let out a sharp gasp as my back slammed against the wall of my room, the impact stealing every drop of air from my lungs.
And then his mouth was on mine. Lucien kissed me like he'd been holding himself back for years, claiming every inch of space between us. My fingers didn't even wait for permission; they spread across his chest, sliding down the firm lines beneath his shirt as I searched blindly for the first button.
I found it. Popped it open. Then another. Then another.
I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was him, his mouth, his hands gripping my waist like he was terrified I'd slip away.
One moment we'd come home, pretending to head to our separate rooms like responsible adults.
The next, Lucien had grabbed my wrist, dragged me into mine, kicked the door shut behind us, and pinned me against it his body flush with mine, his lips crashing onto my own before I could even form a thought.
His words echoed in my head like a damn prophecy.
He meant it. God, he meant every syllable.
And I felt it now in the way he pressed into me, deeper, harder, as if he wanted to erase the space, the doubts, the rules, the guilt everything.
A low, traitorous moan slipped from my lips as his mouth moved to my jaw, then my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
And God... if that didn't make me tremble.
Arousal hit me like a wave, flooding all the places I didn't want to admit were already his.
My fingers slipped past his shirt, sliding over warm skin and hard muscle, and I pulled him closer, needing him, craving him, losing myself in the fire he had ignited.
I wasn't thinking didn't want to think. All I knew was I wanted him.
"Tell me to stop," Lucien whispered, voice so rough it burned right through me.
My answer came out in a shaky whisper, helpless, honest, reckless.
"Don't stop."
Something snapped inside him. His mouth crashed onto mine again, hands roaming over my sides, my waist, my hips, like he needed to feel every part of me just to stay sane.
Heat shot through me when his fingers slid beneath my blouse, his touch warm and unforgiving against my skin. I arched into him instantly, unable to hold back the sound that escaped my throat.
Lucien growled against my mouth, a deep sound that vibrated through my bones.
My legs weakened, and he noticed of course he did. His hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. A gasp tore from my lips as he raised one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. Then the other.
I was caged between him and the wall, held up by nothing but his body.
His hands slid lower, cupping the curve of my thigh before tracing up, up, dangerously close to where I was already burning for him. My fingers tangled in his hair.
"Valentina..." he rasped against my neck, his hands gripping me with a possessive certainty that made my pulse crash.
His thumb stroked dangerously slow along my inner thigh.
I felt everything. Every inch of him pressed between my legs.
"Lucien..." My voice broke on his name, desperate, aching.
He lifted his head, eyes dark and wild. "You have no idea," he murmured, "what you do to me."
His breath fanned against my cheek as his hand finally moved.
"Ah—" My head fell back against the wall as his fingers pushed inside me, stealing my breath with one stroke.
Lucien's lips found my jaw, my neck, tracing fire along my skin while his fingers moved each motion pulling a sound from me I couldn't hold back even if I tried.
His other hand gripped my hip, holding me open for him.
"Lucien—" I gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.
"Look at me," he whispered against my throat.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his. They were dark, blown wide, hungry in a way that made my pulse stutter.
"That's it..." he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out of me, his palm pressing exactly where I needed it. "Lose yourself. I want to hear you."
A moan escaped me, loud, desperate.
His mouth curved against my skin in something close to a smirk, but darker. "Good girl," he breathed. "So fucking responsive."
I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder as the pleasure hit higher, tighter.
But he wasn't done. Lucien leaned into my ear, voice low and sinful.
"You feel this?" His hand thrust again, deeper, making me cry out. "This is mine."
My breath hitched, a shiver tearing through me.
"You hear me?" he growled softly, lips brushing my ear. "You're mine, Valentina."
His fingers curled inside me at the same moment he said it, and I gasped almost sobbed because it was too much, too good, too consuming.
"Say it," Lucien whispered, moving faster again his thumb stroking me with devastating precision. "Say you're mine."
Another moan ripped out of me, helpless and broken. My body was tightening, shaking, drowning in him.
"Lucien—please—"
"Mine," he repeated, mouth on my neck,
"I'm yours," I finally whispered heart thumping.
A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest something primal and claiming.
"Good girl," he murmured against my throat, "My good girl."
The pleasure was building too fast coiling low in my stomach, rising like a wave I couldn't stop if I tried.
His thumb circled me again, and my legs trembled where they clung around his waist.
"Lucien—" I gasped, my voice barely even a sound anymore. "I—I'm... I'm coming—"
He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing hard, fingers never slowing.
"Look at me," he growled.
My eyes fluttered open just as another deep thrust of his hand ripped through me.
"Come for me, Valentina," he whispered, voice dark and commanding. "Right here... on my hand."
That was it. I shattered, back arching against the wall, fingers gripping his shoulders so tightly I felt his muscles tense beneath my nails. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, uncontrollable, overwhelming, every pulse dragging a raw sound from my throat.
And he held me through every second of it his hand moving slowly, drawing out the pleasure, his breath hot on my lips.
When the last tremor finally left my body, he kept his forehead pressed to mine. "Good girl."