Chapter 154: Staggering size
Chapter 154
As her palms made contact with the hot, fevered skin of his abdomen, a sharp, fractured sound escaped Isabella’s swollen lips.
Her trembling fingertips brushed against the hard, rigid muscles of his stomach, tracing the shallow dip of his navel before sliding lower.
When her hands finally met the dark silk of his briefs, her breath vanished entirely. She could feel the staggering heat radiating through the thin fabric.
Emboldened by his steady gaze and the encouraging, heavy pressure of his hands on hers, Isabella began to explore.
At first, her hesitant hand brushed light against the fabric, feeling as it throbbed violently at the mere suggestion of her touch.
Lucian let out a deep, vibrating groan of restrained pleasure, and Isabella’s eyes shot to his face.
He was looking down at her already, his gaze intense, hooded, and glowing with a hunger that was bottomless.
Feeling a sudden spike of confidence, Isabella’s hand cupped the formidable, pulsing weight hidden beneath the silk, her fingers curling around the sheer, staggering scale of him.
He was thick, long, and impossibly rigid—a living pillar of fire that made her heart hammer against her ribs with a renewed sense of panic.
How? The word echoed in her mind as her fingers failed to even meet around the sheer circumference of him.
She had read the descriptions in her books—words like "massive," "imposing," and "towering"—but they were just ink on paper, safe and distant.
This was physical. This was an ancient King’s virility, a raw and heavy reality that made her feel like a delicate glass doll about to be shattered.
Lucian let out a pained groan, his head falling back as his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw cordoning with the effort of not simply taking her right then.
"Isabella... gods... you have no idea what you’re doing to me..." He shifted, his knees digging deeper into the plush mattress as he leaned over her, his scent—dark, spicy, and masculine—clogging her senses until she was lightheaded.
He took her hands, his palms scorched with fever, and guided her trembling fingers to the elastic waistband of his briefs.
"Release me," he rasped leaving no room for hesitation. Isabella’s knuckles brushed against the burning skin of his hips as she hooked her thumbs into the fabric.
She felt him jump against her hands, "Lucian..." she whispered, shocked at how it pulsed like a second heart.
She reached out, her small, pale hand looking almost fragile as she dragged down the undergarment, successfully freeing the raging monster from its silk cage.
"Mmm... Isabella." Lucian’s head snapped back as the fabric fell away to the floor. The dark-veined, pulsing reality of him was now fully exposed between them, standing proud and terrifyingly large.
Isabella stared, her breath hitching so sharply it hurt. He was magnificent and terrifying all at once.
The sheer, daunting scale of his arousal made her throat go bone-dry; he was thick, the head of him dark, blunt, and flared.
A single bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, a silent testament to the centuries of restraint that were currently being incinerated by her gaze.
’He’s going to break me,’ she thought, a shivering thrill of fear dancing down her spine. But even as the fear formed, her body betrayed her.
Her core ached, anticipating the feel of him inside. Isabella reached out again, her curiosity winning over her shock.
Her small, pale hand looked impossibly delicate as her fingers tentatively circled the scorching heat of his base.
The skin there was stretched tight and as she squeezed, testing the sheer circumference of him, she felt the rigid muscle jump beneath her palm.
"Fuck..... Isabella!" Lucian’s hands, which had been guiding hers, suddenly left her grip. His calloused palms slid down to find the soft, yielding curve of her waist.
His fingers dug into her skin, his grip possessive, grounding, and rough as he pulled her toward him harshly, bringing their bodies into a bruising collision.
Isabella let out a strangled moan, her eyes fluttering shut as his mouth crashed down onto hers.
His tongue demanded entry right away, sweeping into her mouth while Isabella’s hands tightened around him, her knuckles white as she felt the full length of him pressing against the sensitive junction of her thighs.
Every time she squeezed the base of him, Lucian would groan into her mouth. Slowly but surely, driven by a need she didn’t fully understand, Isabella’s hips began to grind up into his, seeking the friction of his skin against hers.
His hands moved from her waist, one sliding up to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling ruthlessly into her damp hair to hold her steady for his assault.
The other hand traveled downward, his palm tracing the line of her spine before settling heavily on the swell of her hip, his touch marking her.
Isabella felt the shift in the air—a spike in the tension so sharp, it made her fingers lock even tighter around the base of his cock.
Lucian’s hand slid from her hip, his large frame following her down to the bed. His fingers grazed the sensitive, trembling skin of her inner thigh, pushing her legs further apart until she was completely open and vulnerable to him.
Isabella’s breath gave out a soft, panicked sound vibrating in her throat as she felt his fingertips reach the damp, over-heated junction of her core.
When he finally made contact, it wasn’t with a gentle brush. He pressed his palm flat against her mound, the friction of his calloused skin against her slick, swollen folds making her back arch violently off the mattress.
Isabella’s hand on his cock paused, her knuckles white, her brain momentarily short-circuiting at the sheer, blunt intensity of the sensation.
"You’re so wet for me, Isabella," Lucian growled into her mouth, his tongue mimicking the rhythmic pressure his hand was applying below.
He moved his middle finger, tracing the slit of her from top to bottom, dragging through the heavy creaminess she had produced.
He found her clitoris—a tiny, hard bead of pure nerves—and flicked it. Isabella let out a choked scream, her hand on his base twitching, resuming its squeeze as a wave of liquid heat flooded her thighs.
"Lucian..." she sobbed, her voice breaking into a thousand pieces. As he eased a single, thick finger inside her, Isabella’s hand paused again, her breath catching in a painful knot as she felt the heavy, foreign invasion.
It felt tight—impossibly so—a blunt warning of the staggering size that was yet to come.