“Fucking perfection.”
I actually saw the control leave him, like an animal ready to pounce. He was on top of me a second later, kissing me, wedging his body between my legs, his cock resting against my slit.
He never stopped kissing me as he reached between us and grabbed hold of his cock, placing the tip at the entrance. He rubbed his cockhead along my cleft, up and down, bumping my clit with every upstroke. Lucian pulled away enough that he could look at where he was lodged.
We held each other’s gazes for several long seconds.
I was at the point where I wanted him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered.
“Be with me.”
“There’s no going back. You never stood a chance once I saw you, Grace.”
I gasped at his words. They were so profound in that moment. But I didn’t want to go back, even if going forward was just as scary.
And then, as he watched where he was lodged, Lucian started pushing into me. The tip of his cock was now fully wedged in my body, and we both breathed out roughly, neither moving.
“I’m going to fuck you until you realize you’re only mine.”
“I only want you. Only you.” I whispered that last part.
And then in one fluid motion, he thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into me. Lucian groaned and closed his eyes.
“You’re so fucking tight. You’re so hot and wet.”
He pushed yet another inch into me, and the burning sensation took root, the stretching, discomfort, and pain of him taking my virginity, claiming me.
My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily.
“I’m sorry it hurts,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop,” was my reply.
“Never.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouths. “It feels so fucking good, Grace. So good.” He was out of breath, just like I was. In one swift move he was buried fully inside of me.
“Just like that.” He pulled out an inch and thrust back in. He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, but all the while looking right into my eyes.
“Watch me. Look right at me as I fuck you.”
“Lucian,” I mewled out.
“Christ, baby.” He went slow and easy, in and out, gentle and thorough, but as the seconds moved by, his motions became frantic.
He was so far inside of me there wasn’t a part of me Lucian wasn’t touching. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone form words. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, had my pleasure mounting. The pain and discomfort had vanished, and in its place was bone-searing ecstasy.
The sounds that came from me were low, erotic, and would have humiliated me if I wasn’t so turned on, so aroused.
“I love you.” The words spilled from me on their own.
The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me. He pushed fully into me, stilled, and swiveled his hips slightly, causing a different kind of sensation to fill me.
“Squeeze that pussy around me, Grace.” He ground the words out.
Never had I thought I’d see this side of Lucian, but in the throes of passion he was uninhibited.
Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic sound when he pulled out and then slammed into me especially hard. With each passing second he took me to new heights of pleasure until I felt my climax mounting.
“I want to see you come for me.” He let a moment of silence pass before he spoke again. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock, milking the cum from me.” He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he tunneled in and out of me.
He stared into my face for only a second before leaning down and running his tongue along my bottom lip, over my cheek, and licking at the shell of my ear. His breathing was short, hard pants, and I knew he was close to getting off, too.
He slammed into me again and applied more pressure to my clit, until I was about to explode for him. But when I was right there on the precipice, he slowed his motions. I wanted to cry out from desperation, from frustration, but before I could do or say anything, he grunted against my ear, clearly barely holding on as well.
“Tell me you’re mine, Grace.”
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
He thrust in and out of me like a madman now, and I got so lost in the sensation, that I felt myself falling over the edge once more. There was no hesitation when I said, “I’m yours.”
“Come for me,” he demanded.
And I did just that. I came long and hard and heard him groan against my neck.
I knew this one night would forever shape our future.