Eira’s POV
"Very well, sweetheart," Lucian offered a content smirk, the kind that warned I was about to face a storm, one that had been buried inside him for far too long.
"But..." I said.
He raised a brow. "Having a second thought now?"
I shook my head lightly, though hesitation lingered in my voice. "It’s day... morning... not night yet..."
"That should be the least of your concern when you are with ," his fingertips brushed gently along my jawline. "Because I am blind to day or night or the ti when it cos to you. All I know is that I want to fuck you until you can no longer take ."
My mouth opened and closed again. I had no words to refute his dangerous promise.
He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. "Just focus on . And throw away every thought that doesn’t involve fucking you," he whispered before capturing my mouth again in a kiss, still careful not to place his weight on .
The way he kissed made everything else disappear, just as he said. Every thought faded except him. Every stroke, every flip of his tongue in my mouth felt ravenous, devouring my soul.
The sound of the door closing reached and I flinched.
Lucian pulled back slightly. "Kael and Roman have left. It’s my mont with you, our mont," and resud kissing .
They had left us alone.
And strangely, I did not mind. Whenever one of them chose , the mont felt entirely theirs.
"You alright this way?" he asked, his hand brushing along the sides of my thighs.
I nodded.
He leaned back onto his knees and removed the shorts he was wearing, leaving nothing on him.
My eyes widened and my breath hitched before I realised how boldly I was staring at his erection.
"Liked what you see," It was not a question. It was his pride, knowing well exactly what he was and how deeply he affected .
I swallowed hard.
Settling on his folded legs, between my parted legs, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with slow, deliberate rhythm while his gaze remained locked on my face, daring , watching every reaction I failed to hide.
He was clearly enjoying watching vulnerable to his gaze.
But, no matter how wary I felt of him, my body betrayed . It wanted him, his cock inside . Heat pulsed low between my legs, answering the hunger burning in his eyes.
Letting go of his cock, his hands moved to my parted thighs, lifting them higher until I my pussy was entirely exposed to him.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Ready to suck in."
The fuck with his lewd words.
"Lucian."
He moved his gaze to , but leaned his face down with his tongue sticking out to give a strong lick to my wet and entirely exposed folds.
Damn, he looked sinfully hot, and the sight of him between my legs only made the heat inside burn hotter.
My core tightened instantly, a sharp tremor running through as sensation spread through my body.
But he stopped and pulled closer, holding my folded thighs firmly as I felt the hardened press of his cock against my entrance, ready to enter .
I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself to feel him inside , but instead he dragged the head of his cock slowly along my folds, teasing my entrance and leaving hanging on the edge.
My brows furrowed in impatience, in want, in need.
He offered a wicked smirk, clearly pleased with the reaction he had drawn from , and then...
He slowly filled , holding steady by my lifted thighs.
Gosh. My hands moved to grip his where he held , the sensation overwhelming as that thick, hot, wildly pulsing cock filled inch by inch until I took all of him. A sharp gasp tore from my lungs.
He let out a content, wild groan, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh as if restraining himself, giving ti to adjust. Every muscle in his body looked tense, held back by sheer control.
"Fuck!" he cursed, jaw clenched. "Little cunt...the way you are sucking in..." he said through his gritted teeth.
I watched him, fascinated by how I could turn this beast of a man into restrained one. His words were dangerous, his actions overwhelming, yet there was care hidden beneath the intensity.
His hand moved over my round belly in a gentle caress, the touch unexpectedly soft.
"I am fine," I told him before he could ask.
Kael and Roman had fucked mindlessly before, and just as they claid, my baby had remained safe. According to everything I had read, the more intimate I was with my mates, the stronger the baby would grow, and the easier the delivery would be.
After the experience with them, I could now trust those words in the book.
He held firmly, withdrew his cock completely, and then thrust again.
The sudden force pulled a startled cry from my lips. I had not been ready for it, yet the sensation burned through in a way that felt dangerously good.
Freeing my thighs, Lucian hovered over , his palms planted on either side of my shoulders, his hands bearing his weight, careful toward .
With his entire body steady only hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm between my legs, steady and relentless, drawing soft moans from my throat despite myself.
My hands curled into the sheets beneath , clutching at the fabric as if it were the only thing keeping grounded.
He watched the entire ti.
Every shift of my breathing, every tremor that ran through my body, every flicker of emotion crossing my face. His gaze felt like heat sliding over my skin, possessive and intensely focused.
"That sound," he murmured, voice low and rough. "You don’t even realize how good you are sounding to drive crazy."
I bit down on my lip, trying to hold my voice, but another slow movent before he thrusted hard and broke whatever resolve I had left to hold myself back.
"Lucian..." His na slipped from without thought.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing my cheek. "Look at ," he whispered, a teasing edge in his voice. "Don’t hide from when you’re feeling everything I’m giving you."
My eyes t his, and the intensity there stole what little air I had left.
His pace remained unhurried, almost cruel in its control, as if he wanted to draw every reaction from one by one.
"Tell ," he teased softly, watching my fingers tighten in the sheets. "Are you going to keep pretending you are not going crazy?"
A broken sound escaped in answer.
The rhythm of his movents deepened, steady and hypnotic, until my breaths turned uneven again, my body arching instinctively toward him as if drawn by an invisible pull. Each thrust hitting just right, asured as if he knew my body well inside out.
And all the while, he watched unravel, leaving nowhere to hide, not even inside my own thoughts.
"Lucian...!" The wave crashed over hard and fast before I could even grasp what was happening.
He stilled instantly, letting ride through it. Soft kisses brushed along my gasping mouth, my jaw, my neck as he breathed in my scent.
My body trembled before slowly relaxing, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. My eyes remained shut, skin damp with a sheen of sweat.
Fuck. That was incredible. My soul scread it even if my lips did not.
My hands slid along his shoulders, then up to the back of his neck, needing to feel him, to remind myself he was still there with .
He lifted his head, and our gazes t. My fingers moved over his face, unsure what to say, yet unwilling to look away.
"We are not done yet," he said.
"I know," My thumb traced slowly along his lower lip as I studied his handso face, my gaze turning quietly suggestive. "After you kissed last night in the kitchen, I kept thinking about kissing you again."
"Then what are you waiting for?" he murmured, leaning closer, stopping just short of my mouth.
I closed the distance myself, capturing his lips.
The next mont he lifted easily, our kiss deepening as he guided up until I was seated Straddling him.
His hands moved along my curves as if guiding rather than controlling, allowing to take the lead.
My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as I deepened the kiss, claiming his mouth the way I had imagined before.
When I finally pulled back, breathless, gasping against his mouth. The sound of our breathing filled the room, heavy and unsteady.
"Ride ," he whispered.
My eyes opened slowly.
He leaned back against the cushions at the headboard, completely at ease, watching with dark, patient hunger. "I am all yours."
His fingertips brushed over my hips in a slow, deliberate caress, the aning behind his words clear without needing explanation.
His gaze never left mine. "Put my cock inside you," his deep throaty voice felt like a command that I couldn’t dare ignore.
My pulse jumped, but instead of shrinking away, I straightened where I sat, letting my hands slide from his shoulders down his chest. The power shift felt new, dangerous, and strangely intoxicating.
For a mont I simply watched him watching .
He did not move to take over.
He only waited.
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