Chapter 114: Again and again
[Warning: This Chapter contains very explicit, mature content. Reader discretion is advised.]
Ashley’s breath came in shallow, uneven waves as she felt the thick, hot liquid trickling between her legs. Her body went limp on the bed, her grip on his hair loosening.
She never thought something like this could feel so satisfying... so fulfilling.
Even as she struggled to catch her breath, his lips planted soft kisses along her thigh. Her body felt weak, yet her heart felt full.
She had come once from his fingers... and now from his mouth.
She didn’t know how much more she could take, because every second drained her energy. Yet, another part of her wanted more—craved more.
"Lucian..." Her voice came out jagged as she mustered the strength to look down at him.
She reached out, her eyes half-lidded. Any shame she once felt from being naked before him had long disappeared. Her fingertips curled around his long, slender fingers, unbothered by the sticky warmth coating them.
Then, she tugged at him weakly.
And he let her.
Lucian moved up, his hand slipping between hers before pinning it gently at her side. He lowered his head, pressing soft kisses against her cheek.
"Liked it?" he whispered into her ear, his warm breath brushing against it.
"Mhm..." she hummed softly, her other hand trailing up his shoulder and onto his bare back.
Ashley turned her head, searching for his lips. At the same time, she slowly wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hardness straining against his pants.
"I want..." she whispered between breaths against his mouth. "...with you."
Lucian’s arm tightened around her waist as a sharp hiss escaped him.
With him...
She wanted... with him.
For a brief second, something inside him snapped.
Lucian gripped her hips and flipped them, lying back as he pulled her on top of him.
Ashley’s eyes widened, her hand pressing against his chest as she steadied herself. When she recovered, her brows lifted slightly in surprise.
Yet Lucian only stared at her, the same dominant look in his eyes even beneath her.
"Help me," he muttered, guiding her down gently. "Can you?"
She swallowed, then nodded, closing her eyes as he captured her lips again for a long, lingering kiss.
Never — across both her lifetimes — had Lucian allowed her to take control. Even when she tried to force it before, he never let himself be the one beneath her.
But now... he was letting her.
"Here..." she whispered to herself as she pulled away just enough to press kisses along his cheek, his jaw, then down to his neck.
Just like he had done to her.
Her palm explored his chest, then lower, tracing the lines of his abs.
Ashley followed everything he had done — every kiss, every touch, every place his hands had lingered. It wasn’t intentional, but it showed how closely she had paid attention.
And now, she wanted one thing.
To make him feel as good as he made her feel.
Her kisses trailed lower, down his abdomen, until she stopped before his open zipper.
Ashley swallowed, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for it, slowly pulling it down along with his underwear.
Her eyes widened the moment he sprang free.
Holy shit...
Her thoughts froze.
This... this goes inside me?
Her face twisted slightly as realization hit her. He was big. No wonder it always hurts.
A quiet chuckle snapped her out of it.
"The face you’re making," Lucian said, amusement flickering in his eyes as he propped himself up slightly.
He ran a hand through his hair, then looked at her knowingly. "Come here."
"Wait! I’m not done yet!" she protested, grabbing him,
only to flinch at the heat and weight in her hand. Her eyes widened even more.
It wasn’t just long. It was thick. How does this even fit...?
A dark glint flickered in Lucian’s eyes as he watched her hand wrapped around him. His gaze slowly lifted to her lips, his body reacting instantly to the thought of her taking him into her mouth.
But...
Lucian reached for her wrist and gently pulled her back up. He settled her onto his lap, her knees on either side of him.
"Next time," he murmured, one arm wrapping around her waist while his other hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do it next time."
He could guide her now. But the thought of her wanting to do it... learning it later... was better.
"Next... time?" she frowned, meeting his gaze.
Lucian pulled her closer, as if even the smallest space between them was unacceptable. "Would there be no next time?"
Ashley blinked. "But I want you to feel good now. Besides... I still need to learn."
His expression softened, a faint smile forming.
"You already do," he whispered, leaning closer. "I’ll teach you next time."
Before she could reply, he kissed her again.
His hands moved along her back, holding her close—almost protectively—as he lifted her slightly.
Then she felt it.
The hard tip of him pressing against her entrance.
"Slowly..." she panted.
And this time, he listened. Supporting her weight, he guided her down.
A sharp cry tore from her throat as her head fell back before she bent forward, biting into his shoulder.
The stretch... was too much and too deep.
Her fingers dug into his back as her body trembled, overwhelmed by everything at once: pain, pleasure, fullness.
He filled her completely, leaving no space untouched.
When he was fully inside, she froze, collapsing against him.
Lucian held her there, steadying her as she adjusted. His lips brushed along her shoulder, her collarbone, easing her through it.
When her body finally began to relax, he lifted her slightly, then let her sink down again.
She clenched tightly around him.
Warm.
Soft.
Wet.
"Fuck..." he muttered, his restraint snapping as he flipped them again, pinning her beneath him.
His chest pressed against hers, still buried deep inside her. He pinned her wrists above her head, biting her lip as he pulled back, then thrusted forward.
"Ah!" she cried, her voice muffled as he kissed her again.
"It’ll feel better," he whispered against her lips. "I promise."
He pulled back again and thrust deeper.
Her body arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity, but he held her firmly in place, setting a rhythm.
Slow... hard... again and again until her body began to give in, stretching, adjusting.
Soon, pain faded, and pleasure took over.
Her cries softened into moans, her lips chasing his. Their fingers intertwined as their bodies moved together in rhythm.
The sound of skin against skin, the creaking of the bed, their uneven breaths — it all filled the room.
"Lu..." she moaned, clinging to him as her body tightened. "I’m... I’m..."
Before she could finish, she clenched around him. Lucian groaned, feeling her tighten, pushing him to the edge.
He gripped her waist and drove into her harder.
Once.
Twice.
Then stilled, burying himself deep as he finished.
For a moment, everything went still. Their bodies tense and their breaths heavy.
When he finally lifted his head, he looked at her.
Sweat dampened her forehead. Her lips parted as she struggled to breathe, her half-lidded eyes slowly meeting his.
But then, Ashley smiled. It was a small but soft smile.
Lucian returned it, brushing her cheek gently before leaning down to kiss her again. This time, it was slow and tender.
"Tell me when you’re ready," he murmured.
Ashley blinked, her eyes widening slightly at his words, earning a quiet chuckle from him as he kissed her cheek again.
But before she could answer, his hips moved again... and again... and again... and again.
Ashley lost count of how many times they rose and fell together in that same overwhelming, addictive rhythm—one that filled not just their bodies, but their minds... their hearts... their very souls.