He stood and walked toward the edge of the cliff, growing more irate while managing to keep composure. "If they want to shame me, then I will unleash my fury upon the world. I will set the world on fire and watch the embers spread and consume the lively cities. And as the last light shines above my head, I will leave this world as countless others have before me."
Strangely, I felt pulled to him again. I jumped off of the rock and walked toward him, stopping when I could touch the wounds on his back. He twisted and roared, picking me up by my waist.
Though I was afraid, I didn't show it. I put my hand on his heart and felt the heavy thump of life. This was my chance to persuade him to set me free.
"Choose goodness," I said. "Choose a new way of life."
He brought me to his chest, forcing my legs around his waist. Staring deep into my soul, he shook his head. "But I can't get the thought of you out of my mind," he said. "I can't let you go."
He lowered his head, and I instinctually closed my eyes, allowing for the closeness I first prayed would never occur. "I just can't let you go," he said before crushing his lips against mine.
The taste of him mesmerized me. I was locked in his grasp, in the swift and rough bed of his tongue. His power was obvious, but it was chaotic, savage, and threatening. Dominant and horrific. Yet, I couldn't help but feel like I was the counterpoint. I could be the one to calm him, and then he'd tell me more about what had happened.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled his scent. His kiss consumed every negative thought.
I wanted love. Was that so wrong? Perhaps he was a monster. A beast, banished to the dark and sinister woods. So fucking what? I was banished too. I knew what that felt like.
We kissed near the edge of the forest, lowering onto a bed of leaves. In the distant cities, families were sound asleep, unaware of what lay in the middle of these trees. I couldn't believe their ignorance. Then again, I was ignorant too. I didn't know about Lucian's family, nor could I understand the real connection between us. There was still so much I had to learn, but I felt a level of gratitude for what I had already been shown.
Was this what Mother meant by a sanctuary? Probably not. But as I tasted him and felt his strength double down, I felt safe.
He pulled away and gazed into my eyes. "I met your mother. She was as wonderful as women come."
Shock pounded through my heart as I brought myself on top of him. I forced my fingers into his shirt, ripping the fabric over his chest and head. I ran my hands over his rugged chest hair and the incredible muscles that formed his protective body. I held him and leaned my head against his.
"My mother?" I asked.
I wanted to ask so many questions, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he lay a finger against my lips and whispered, "Not now. Later."
I fell into the passion of the moment, hearing my dad's words echo in my mind: Fear is the catalyst for taking control of your life. Well, I was finally taking control. Maybe it wasn't the way he’d intended, but I was making my own choices with someone who seemed to understand the problems of living the way we were forced to live.
Lucian ran his hands up the underside of my shirt, loosely dragging his fingers around my ribcage, up to my breasts. He traced his palms over my nipples, and I felt a rush of excitement penetrate through my stomach.
A breath of air ran through me, and I felt something deep and warm inside. I grew wet, and I mean wet. I was soaking through my panties, heavy and dense as the wetlands to the south.
I ground my hips back and down, feeling the undeniable urges take over my actions. With haste, I tore my shirt off and unbuckled my jeans. He wasted no time in zipping me down and rolling the denim past my ankles. I undressed him, and we sat for a moment staring at the sex appeal of our bodies.
"Is this what you want?" I asked.
He didn't nod or react. He just stared into my eyes with evident obsession. I didn't have to ask him what he needed from me. He was just going to take it.
The lust was breathtakingly strong. Nothing else seemed to matter except the power he could show me.
He tipped me o
ver on my back, and I felt the leaves and sticks poke my flesh. I was as free as nature could allow me to be. I was almost his, but I was so fucking worried about what that might mean.
"You are the most beautiful creature in the world," he said.
"I'm not. I'm—"
His palm fell flat against my mouth. "Shut the fuck up and let me adore you, slut."
His words shocked me, but I was so overwhelmed by his adoration and reverence I quickly closed my mouth and took in a deep breath from my nose. Spinning with my thirst for him, I felt his cock rise against my thigh. The severity of his girth was startling, but I took him in my hands and stroked, submissively spreading my legs open for his entrance.
"What's happening to me?" I asked.
Moaning deep, he smiled. A jewel of lubricant ran from his crown, down his mighty shaft until it fell onto my hand. "Mmm," he grunted. I spread the slippery substance around my pussy, though I clearly did not need it. Raising my hand, I licked my fingers clean and fed one into his mouth. "Dirty girl."