Chapter 195: Reunion**

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Reunion**

Rose lay on Lucian’s chest. Her red hair spilled across his shirt like fire on black cloth. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his collarbone.

"Where have you been?" she whispered. "Everyone thought you were dead. Clara couldn’t sleep. I —"

Lucian’s hand stroked her hair. "I was captured. Held in an underground cell. The whole package." He skipped the details — the torture, the ritual, his death, his resurrection. Some things were better left for another time. Or never. "I later managed to escape."

Rose lifted her head. Her green eyes searched his face.

"And when did you escape, three months," she said quietly. "Three months, and you just walked through the front door."

"Technically, I walked through the gate. Your guards weren’t very cooperative."

Rose snorted. "You’re impossible."

Lucian smiled. "Where are Clara and Ryan?"

"New Miami. They went to ask the Knights of the Horizon for help finding you. Clara’s been there for two months. She refused to leave. Ryan’s been coordinating with their intelligence division since he has a lot of pass into the government due to his help in New Geneva."

Lucian’s chest tightened. He should have expected nothing less.

"And Bruno? The others?"

Rose’s expression shifted. The warmth in her eyes dimmed. "Bruno’s fine. He’s with his family in Slovakia. Mickey’s in Nigeria. Carlos is in Spain."

She paused.

"Nadia and Amira didn’t make it."

Nadia Okafor — S-Rank Enhancement, the girl who had boosted the entire ICL team. Amira El Fassi — A-Rank Sand Manipulation, the fighter who had held the line in the Black Forest. Both dead.

"The academy?" Lucian asked.

"Gone. Completely. The World Government sealed the site." Rose’s voice cracked on the last word. "Over five hundred students dead."

Lucian was quiet for a long moment. His hand continued stroking Rose’s hair — an automatic gesture, comforting her even as his own mind processed the weight of what she’d said.

Then he looked down at her. "Everyone who matters is alive. That’s enough for now."

Rose lifted her head. Her green eyes met his crimson ones. The sadness was still there. But something else had risen above it.

She kissed him.

Her lips pressed against his with intention — her mouth opening, her tongue finding his, tasting him. The kiss deepened. Her fingers slid from his collarbone to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"I missed you so much," she breathed against his lips.

Lucian’s hand slid from her hair to her waist. He pulled her body against his. The warmth he’d been missing for three months in a cold, dark cell.

Rose pushed him gently. His back hit the mattress. She hovered above him — her red hair falling around both of them like a curtain, her green eyes hazy with want.

She pulled her sweater over her head with no bra underneath. Her breasts were full, pale, her pink nipples already stiff from the cool air and the heat of the moment. Her body was thinner than he remembered — the toll of grief — but still beautiful.

Lucian sat up. His hands found her waist. His mouth found her neck — kissing, sucking, leaving faint red marks on her pale skin. She gasped. Mmmh.

Her head tilted back, giving him access.

His hands moved upward. Along her ribs. Over the curve of her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples. Rose’s breath hitched.

"You’re still a tease," she whispered.

"You still like it."

"Shut up."

She pushed him back down. His back hit the bed again. She reached for his shirt — pulling it over his head, revealing the lean, hardened body she’d been dreaming about for three months. Her fingers traced his abdominal muscles. His skin was cold but she didn’t care.

Lucian’s hands found her leggings. He pulled them down — slowly, his fingers dragging along her thighs, leaving trails of sensation. Her panties followed. She laid bare before him.

Lucian unbuttoned his pants. Rose helped — her fingers eager, pulling the fabric down his hips. His cock was already hard. She wrapped her hand around it — stroking slowly.

Lucian groaned. "Rose —"

"Patience." She smiled — a naughty, playful smile that replaced the grief on her face with something far more appealing. She shifted her hips. Positioned herself above him. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.

"You have no idea how many times I thought about this," she whispered. "In this room. Thinking you were dead."

"Then stop thinking." Lucian’s hands gripped her hips. "And start feeling."

Rose sank down.

"Ahhhh —"

Inch by inch. Her walls stretched around him tightly. She took him fully, her hips pressing against his, her body shuddering as his huge cock filled her completely. She sat still for a moment, adjusting, her eyes closed, her mouth open, her breathing ragged.

Then she moved.

Her hips rolled, her clit pressing against his pelvis with each rotation. The friction sent sparks through her body. Mmmh. Mmmh.

Her hands pressed against his chest for leverage.

Lucian’s hands gripped her waist. His thumbs traced her hip bones. He watched her beautiful flushed face and body — her bouncing breasts, her parted lips.

"Faster," he said.

Rose opened her eyes. She smiled and increased her pace. Her hips rose and fell.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

The wet sounds of their connection filled the room. Schlop. Schlop. Schlop. Her arousal coated his thighs.

"Ahhh — Lucian — yes —"

"You feel so good, Rose."

"Don’t — mmmh — don’t stop talking —"

"You’re so tight and wet—"

"Shut up and fuck me harder."

Lucian obliged. His hips thrust upward in counterpoint to her downward rhythm. The impact deepened. Each thrust drew a sharp cry from Rose — ah, ah, ah —

Her breasts bounced with each collision. Bam. Bam. Bam.

"Lucian — I’m — ahhhh —"

Her walls clamped around him as er back arched. She came — hard, her entire body seizing as waves of pleasure ripped through her. She screamed his name.

Lucian grabbed her hips as he held her down. Thrusted upward and came inside her. Rose gasped as she felt his hot and thick cum filling her. The warmth spread through her core.

She collapsed forward onto his chest. Both of them breathed heavily. Their bodies pressed together — sweat and heat and the fading tremors of shared release.

Rose lifted her head. Her green eyes were hazy. Clearly not satisfied.

"Don’t you dare disappear again," she whispered.

Lucian kissed her forehead. "I’m here."

She smiled. Then she felt him — still hard inside her. Her eyes widened as her smile widened.

"Again?" she breathed.