Chapter 105: In My Bed

Olivia’s POV

Lucian’s eyes darkened with something soft and hungry at the same time. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against mine as his arm tightened around my waist. I pressed closer, feeling the solid heat of his body through his clothes. His hands moved slowly up my back, tracing the line of my spine through the thin fabric of my nightdress until his fingers found the ties at my shoulders.

He pulled back just enough to look at me.

"Can I take this off?" he asked, his voice low.

I nodded. He slid the straps down my arms and the nightdress pooled at my feet. The cool air touched my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Lucian’s gaze dropped, and a rough sound left his throat.

"Fuck, Olivia..."

He lifted me easily and carried me to the bed, laying me down against the sheets. He stood for a moment just looking at me, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I watched every movement as he stripped, taking in the hard lines of his chest and stomach, the way his cock strained against his trousers before he pushed them down. He was already hard, thick and heavy.

He climbed over me, settling between my thighs. His mouth found mine again while one hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened. I arched into the touch. His hand continued lower, fingers trailing over my stomach and finally between my legs. When he felt how wet I already was, he groaned against my lips.

"You’re soaked," he murmured, rubbing slow circles over my clit. "For me?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He kissed a path down my neck and chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while two fingers slid inside my pussy. I moaned, my hips lifting to meet the slow thrust of his fingers. He curled them, finding that spot that made my thighs tremble, and kept working me until I was gasping his name.

Then he withdrew his fingers and moved lower. He settled between my legs, pushed my thighs wider, and looked at my pussy for a long moment before leaning in. The first long, slow lick from my entrance to my clit made me cry out. He groaned against me like the taste alone was enough to ruin him, then licked again, deeper and flatter, dragging his tongue through every fold. He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, alternating between soft pulls and firmer pressure while two fingers slid back inside me. I tangled my hands in his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth as he fucked me with his tongue and fingers. The wet sounds of him licking and sucking filled the room. He kept going until my thighs shook and I was moaning his name without restraint.

Only then did he rise back up, his lips shiny, and line his cock up with my entrance. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open. The thick head of him filled me, then more, until he was buried deep. We both moaned at the same time.

"Lucian..."

"You feel so good," he said against my ear, starting to move. Slow, deep thrusts made me feel every ridge of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. He kept my legs spread wide, one hand under my knee so he could sink even deeper. Each stroke was deliberate and unhurried. The wet sound of him moving inside me filled the quiet room. I clung to his shoulders, moaning with every push.

He kissed me through it, soft and deep, while his hips rolled against mine. I could feel the way my walls clenched around him every time he bottomed out. He didn’t rush. He just kept fucking me slowly, like he wanted to memorize the way I felt around his cock.

After several minutes, he pulled out and rolled us so I was on top of him. I straddled his hips, took his cock in my hand, and sank down onto him again. The new angle made him feel even thicker. A broken sound left his throat as I seated myself fully.

"Fuck... just like that."

I started moving, rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me but letting me set the pace. My breasts swayed with every movement. He leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while I rode him. The dual sensation made me moan louder. I braced my hands on his chest and bounced a little harder, taking him deep each time I came down. The wet slap of my pussy meeting his cock grew louder. His fingers dug into my hips.

"You look so beautiful like this," he groaned. "Riding my cock. Taking all of me."

I kept moving, grinding down on every downward stroke so my clit rubbed against him. Pleasure built low and tight in my belly. He thrust up to meet me, matching my rhythm, until I was shaking.

Before I could come, he sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and carefully turned us onto our sides. He stayed inside me the whole time. Now he was behind me, one arm under my neck, the other reaching around to rub my clit while he fucked me from behind in that same slow, deep rhythm. His cock dragged against my front wall with every stroke. I pushed back against him, moaning into the pillow.

"Lucian... don’t stop."

"I’m not stopping," he said against the back of my neck, his voice rough. "You’re mine. This pussy is mine. I’m going to stay inside you until you come all over my cock."

He kept thrusting, his fingers circling my clit, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. I reached back and gripped his thigh, holding on as the orgasm built. When it finally broke, I cried out his name, my walls clamping hard around his cock. He groaned and thrust deeper, riding me through it, then followed with a rough, broken sound as he spilled inside me, his cock pulsing deep.

We stayed locked together afterward, both breathing hard. His arm tightened around my waist, holding me close against his chest while the last tremors faded.

Lucian shifted, carefully pulling out from my warmth and rolling onto his back, pulling me over to rest against his shoulder. He traced a finger down my bare arm before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with a raw, unexpected emotion.

I couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped my lips, a warm, quiet sound in the dim room. "You say that like it’s a simple thing."

"It’s the only real thing," he started to reply, but his words cut off abruptly.

A sudden, heavy shift in the air pressure made the hair on my arms stand up. The familiar, chilling crack of spatial magic echoed softly in the corner of the bedroom.

My breath caught. I slowly turned my head toward the shadows.

Standing right there in the room, his eyes blazing with an ice-cold fury as he stared straight at us, was Lucas.