Lucian's mind went blank for a split second. What the hell is this? This wasn't his first time inside a woman, but it was the first time he felt like he was losing control, like he was being consumed by an uncontrollable desire. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured against my lips as he kissed the tears from my eyes. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and his words reassured me. "Don't cry, I won't hurt you," he continued to whisper into my ear, his voice filled with tenderness and longing. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming, and in that moment, there was no room for fear or uncertainty. We were lost in each other, bound by desire, and there was no turning back. "But it... hurts," I whimpered. "It's okay, just relax," he reassured me as he pushed into me once more. "AHHH, Lucian!" I moaned continuously. "It's supposed to hurt for just a moment, and then comes the pleasure," he explained. "Damn, You're so tight," he groaned through clenched teeth, "I nee
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was I really touching, No, more like holding and stroking a man’s cock? The sensation of my hand wrapped around him, the heat radiating from his throbbing member, sent a shiver of excitement coursing through me. It was a moment of realization, a crossing of a boundary I had never ventured into before. Lucian's breath grew heavier, and his eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of desire and anticipation. We were both exploring uncharted territory, and the thrill of it was electrifying. Being an IED patient has robbed me of the simple pleasures of life. At the age of eighteen, while other young girls were busy having crushes on some nameless, immature idiots in college, I was preoccupied with trying not to kill someone or even myself. The weight of my condition hung heavy over my teenage years, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the sacrifices I had to make. While my peers were navigating the ups and downs of young love, I was navigating
I awoke the next day to an empty bed, the space beside me chilled, indicating it had been vacant for some time. Despite the slight disappointment, my exhaustion held me captive, rendering me too tired to voice any complaints.With a sluggish movement, I muttered, "Ah! I can't even move. What time is it?" I reached out with deliberate slowness for my phone on the bedside table."Oh, what the hell?" I pushed myself up to an elbow, slowly shaking off the grogginess that clung to me. I glanced at the clock—it read ten o'clock. However, it wasn't the time that startled me but the realization of the day. "Monday!?" I exclaimed in disbelief. How had the days slipped away so quickly? "Lucian's aunt came to visit on Friday, and..." I let out a sigh, slowly rising from the bed despite the growing discomfort in my pelvic area "We had sex for a good three days?" I questioned aloud, though I knew the empty bed wouldn't provide answers. "Seriously, what are we, dogs in heat?" I chuckled at the th
PARIS ~~~~~ Nora burst into Noah Bamford's office, her breath coming in rapid gasps, as if she were being pursued by a masquerade. Noah, a striking figure with raven-black hair and devilish charm, sighed deeply. "Seriously, Nora," he chided, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "how many times have I told you to knock when you come into my office? " 'S…sorry, sir, but it's kind of urgent," Nora replied, still catching her breath. Noah raised an eyebrow, his voice tinged with exasperation. "So urgent that you couldn't raise your pretty little fingers and knock?" he quipped. Nora paused, taken aback. "Oh!" she stammered. "You think my hands are pretty?" She asked him shyly, attempting to divert the conversation. Annoyed and tired, Noah pressed, "Nora!?" Clearing her throat, Nora refocused. "Yes, sorry... I just wanted to ask if you've heard the news." Taken aback, Noah inquired, "What news?" Nora didn't mince words. She forcefully slammed a magazine on the t
“What party is that again?" I asked, storming into the dressing room where Lucian was changing."What?" Lucian turned to me, looking confused. "What did you say?""I'm asking what party you guys were talking about earlier.""Ah!" he sighed, his expression turning thoughtful.Frowning, I added, "Okay! I don't think I like the duration of that sigh. It's too long." I pointed out, and a faint smile crept onto his face."Well… Aunty Amelia...""Oh, great!""She wants to throw a big party.""Fuck me!" I snapped."With pleasure," he smirked, his eyes locking onto mine."Don't tempt me!" I replied with a playful frown.Then I questioned, "How does that affect us? If she wants to throw a goddamn party, just let her."Lucian leaned against the wall, his expression becoming more serious. "The party is for us... no, it's for you. She wants to formally welcome you into the family."Taken aback, I responded, "Huh! You're saying the crazy bitch who was yapping in her old tongue, calling me all sort
Unlike before, Lucian wasted no time taking her. Only in moments like this did he truly become a beast in human form. He forcefully opened her gown, moistened her throbbing core with his fingers, and with one swift movement, he penetrated her, causing her to moan. Her moans were like a symphony to his ears. He continued to thrust into her relentlessly until there was nothing left of her. "Lucian, wait!" Mira cried out in his arms, overcome with pleasure. "I can't go on," she breathed into his neck. "Yes, you can," he urged, thrusting repeatedly. "Just this one time." "That's what you said the last four times," she bit his earlobe, arousing him even more. "It's not my fault; I can't resist you," he confessed, taking one of her pink, erect nipples into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. "Oh my God!" she cried out again, and he smirked. "Moan as much as you like, Mira. I want the entire mansion to hear your beautiful voice," he said with an evil grin. "You... you're insane,"
Fire That Burns "Ah!" Lucian exclaimed as he glanced at the heap of files on his desk and then towards the door. He half-expected Mira to come to him, but he knew that was merely wishful thinking. For the past few weeks, she had refused to even look at him or speak to him without offering an explanation. On the other hand, he didn't want to pressure her into revealing the truth, afraid of triggering her. But he couldn't help muttering to himself, "To hell with it. Maybe I should just confront her and shake the truth out of her." How was he supposed to focus on this mountain of work when she occupied his thoughts so completely? He sighed and thought, "It's probably best if I take a..." Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door, interrupting his train of thought. "Who is it?" Lucian asked, annoyed, but there was no response. "Ken?" he called again, met only with silence. Growing increasingly irritated, he pushed himself up from his seat and approached the door, ready to confront
It hasn't even been a day since Lucian left for New York, and I'm already overwhelmed by loneliness. I settled onto the pristine white sofa, surrounded by vigilant guards, while Rose kept a watchful eye on me.Sighing, I asked, "Is there a particular reason for the room to be so crowded?" My gaze remained fixed on Rose."Hmm," she hesitated before replying, "Sorry, Ma'am, but Sir Lucian instructed me to stay close to you before he left, in case you required any assistance.""And what about the guards?" I inquired once more, taking a sip of the chilled tea."Well... it's our duty to safeguard the madam, on behalf of the boss," they responded in unison."Ah, I don't need this... Dismiss, immediately," I snapped. However, instead of leaving, they simply relocated to another area. I sighed once more, telling myself, "As long as I can't see them, it's okay."Turning to Rose, I inquired, "What's for breakfast?""Oh, I was about to prepare fried chicken, but I held off, awaiting your instr