Chapter 112: Still His
[Warning: This Chapter contains very explicit, mature content. Reader discretion is advised.]
Once Lucian joined Ashley in the backseat, he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. She didn’t resist, allowing him to guide her until she was seated on his lap, her legs angled across the seat.
With one hand resting on his shoulder, she lowered her head and tilted it. This time, taking the lead, as if it were time to put everything she had learned from their long kiss in the garden to use.
His fingers slid through her hair, combing it back as his other hand steadied her at the waist. Their lips met again—slow at first, then deeper—until their breaths grew uneven and the space between them filled with heat.
What began as hesitation dissolved into something heavier... something harder to contain.
Lucian reached for the scarf around his neck, tossing it aside along with the blazer draped over her shoulders. The small confines of the car only seemed to draw them closer, leaving no room for distance, only for feeling.
His hand trailed from her ankle, sliding beneath the hem of her dress.
He squeezed her thigh, his grip trembling with excitement.
Ashley trembled slightly beneath his touch, her grip tightening on his shoulders as her breathing softened into quiet, uneven exhales.
Ashley... he called silently, his lips brushing against hers.
Why won’t you stop me?
The question lingered in his head as he nibbled on her lips, his hand roaming freely beneath her skirt, tugging at her stockings. Lucian believed he had made his intentions clear.
And yet... she wasn’t stopping him.
If anything, she responded—actively, eagerly—as if she wanted this just as much.
Her lips parted for him. Her body followed his lead without hesitation, as if she had already made her choice.
And that only unraveled him further.
In the cramped space, his hand found its way further, reaching her backside. He squeezed it firmly, earning a soft whimper from her.
"Hah..." he exhaled against her mouth, pulling back just enough to let her breathe.
Ashley rested against his chest, her breath warm against his skin. Her face tightened slightly as he gripped her harder, while his other arm secured her at the waist. As she caught her breath, his lips trailed along the curve of her neck, biting and sucking as he always did.
He pressed kisses along her shoulder and neck, his arm holding her steady as he gradually lowered his head.
"Wait..." she whispered, but her voice lacked strength, melting into a soft exhale the moment his touch lingered.
Ashley held her breath, looking down at him. Her hands remained on his shoulders, this time to maintain a small space between them to give access. Her lips parted, her face flushed deeply, her head growing light.
Heat was consuming her bit by bit to the point she couldn’t think straight.
Then, the next second, she felt his teeth catch the fabric of her dress near her chest.
"Wait—ah!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a soft moan when his hand beneath her skirt shifted, sliding from her backside to the sensitive space between her thighs.
Even through her stockings and underwear, she felt the pressure of his fingers against the growing warmth there.
Her entire body trembled as she hunched slightly, her blush unmistakable.
Still gripping her dress lightly between his teeth, Lucian lifted his gaze, meeting the conflicted expression on her face with pleasure and hesitation intertwined. Her eyes shimmered, reflecting the intensity in his own.
He didn’t look away.
Every small reaction, every breath, every tremor told him the same thing: she wasn’t stopping him.
And... he was losing the will to stop himself.
If anything, his gaze deepened as his fingers moved, sliding along her through the thin barrier of fabric.
She was wet — very wet.
Even through the layers, he could feel it: her warmth, her response, coating his fingertips.
"Ah..." she breathed softly, unable to break eye contact. "Wait... not—not in here..."
Her words barely registered.
He watched her closely, eyes dark, as if trying to read every flicker of emotion across her face.
Lucian tore through the thin stocking, seeking more, wanting more of her reaction. This was the first time he had seen her this open, responsive, and unguarded. If he pushed more, he would see more of it.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice low.
He slid her underwear aside, removing the last barrier between them.
A sharp gasp escaped her as his fingers finally touched her directly. Her body shuddered, nearly collapsing if not for his arm holding her steady.
"Lu..." she whispered shakily, her forehead resting against his. Her toes curled as her breathing quickened.
Ashley bit her lip as her body tightened around the teasing movements of his fingers; circling, gliding, but never quite giving her what she wanted and needed. Each touch only made her more aware, more impatient.
"You..." she exhaled, lowering her head to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Lu... stop teasing me. I can’t take it anymore."
The words came out quieter this time, less like a protest and more like a confession. With every breath, she brushed her lips against his, pleading, urging him to stop holding back.
He was barely giving her anything, just enough to drive her further into need.
And all she could think about now was more.
Not just this, but him.
All of him.
They had already gone this far. Wasn’t that enough?
As Ashley continued her soft, almost needy kisses, Lucian smiled faintly against her lips. He matched her pace at first—gentle, controlled—until those light pecks deepened once more.
"I will," he murmured against her mouth, a hint of amusement in his tone.
But instead of giving her what she expected, he pulled her closer, his voice lowering as it brushed against her ear.
"First..." his teeth grazed her earlobe. "Come for me."
Ashley’s brows furrowed, "What?"
But before she could ask what he meant, her breath hitched sharply as two of his fingers slid inside her without warning.
"Ah!" A loud yelp escaped her as she shuddered when his fingers sank deep inside.
Then, very slowly, he pulled them all the way out. He resumed tracing slow circles around her folds and nub. Just when her breathing began to steady, he pushed those same fingers inside her again. This time, he didn’t pull them out completely.
Instead, his thumb pressed against her clit, massaging it while his other two fingers moved in and out, sending vibrations that spread through her lower abdomen.
Lucian held her steady, his lips returning to her neck, grounding her even as her breath grew uneven.
"No..." she whispered weakly, her voice breaking as her body reacted faster than her thoughts could keep up. "Lu... I’m... no..."
Her words dissolved into soft gasps, her grip tightening as her body trembled against his. Every small movement, every shift, only pulled her deeper into the feeling she couldn’t escape.
"Ah... ah..." she gasped.
Then, a louder moan broke free as she reached her peak, her body tightening around his fingers as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Lucian felt it. Felt the way she clung to him. Felt the way her body softened afterward. He didn’t move away.
Instead, he smiled, resting his head against hers as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Good girl."
Ashley peeked at him through half-lidded eyes, still catching her breath. Her lashes fluttered shut again as he kissed her—slower this time, softer, as if easing her back down.
But she knew better.
It was control.
A quiet, deliberate way of keeping her right where he wanted her — still warm, still responsive, still his.
Because he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
And throughout the rest of the ride, Lucian kept her close—his lips brushing hers now and then, his touch lingering just enough to remind her — this was only the beginning.