Chapter 4

The air in the living room crackled with electricity. Sybil and Lucian stared at each other, their chests moving in unison, their eyes never parting. She didn't think. She didn't stop to think of the implications her actions would cause; she crossed the little distance that separated them and sealed her lips with his.

A shockwave of pleasure hit her so hard that a desperate sound escaped her mouth. She expected him to push her away. Instead, he reached out, his large hand curling behind her neck, bringing her closer to him. The simple action made her bolder. She stepped up, moving her lips with his, slow at first, coaxing.

But as the seconds went on, the kiss grew more demanding, more feral. Lucian dug his fingers in her hair, his lips moving with hers. Her tongue darted out, tracing the curve of his lips like she had wanted to days before.

The control she had over him didn't last. He turned her, placing her back to the wall, taking over the kiss. When she gasped, his tongue slipped into her warm mouth, tasting her.

She brought her hands up, tracing the lines of his muscles through the fabric of his dark blue shirt. They flexed under her touch, but she didn't get to focus on that for long when he drew her mouth between his lips.

She moaned. The sound settled between them. He drew her closer, his other hand skirting around her, toying with the zipper of her dress. She shivered when his skin touched the bare skin of her back.

He kissed her harder, his hand bringing the zipper down. The dress fell from her body, pouring onto the floor, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

Lucian stepped back, his eyes raking her body from head to toe, leaving behind a blazing trail. Desire burned in her blood, heat pouring into her abdomen, moisture dampening her panties.

He stepped closer, his hands going around her waist. Lifting her, she settled her legs around his waist, and they made their way through the house, stumbling around, never breaking out of the kiss.

A voice tried to penetrate her lustful haze. But the fog of desire won. Never had she ever felt like this when someone touched her. A man's touch had never felt this addicting, and she wanted more.

They entered a room. Lit candles illuminated the space. A bed stood in the middle of it, and before she could take in the room. He kissed her again. This time deeper, their tongues fighting for dominance.

He placed her on the bed, crawling up her body. Their eyes locked, staying like that, but his hand wandered from the hollow of her neck to the swell of her breasts.

His thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, driving a sigh out of her. She arched into his touch, her body squirming, asking for more.

Lucian stared at the warm body underneath. Over the years, ever since he knew she belonged to him, he had fantasized about having her in his arms like this. And now that he had her, a part of his brain didn't want to let go. He clung to that part, ignoring all the reasons he shouldn't do this with her.

Once again, he brought his lips to hers, tasting her on his tongue. The smell of her arousal drenched the room, and it drove him insane. He wanted to taste her, to place his head between her legs and drive her insane.

He broke away from the kiss, peppering small ones as he went down from her neck to her breast. He took a nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling on it while he massaged her other breast. She bowed on the bed, leaning into his touch.

"If you don't tell me to stop…" he started, but he didn't stop touching her. And if she told him to stop, it felt like he would die.

"I don't want you to stop," she said. On her word, he kept going lower, until he was kneeling between her legs.

With his eyes trained on her blue ones, he pulled her panties slowly off of her until she lay bare in front of him.

"Sybil," he called her name, a question behind it.

"Don't stop," she said. "Please."

He leaned down, his fingers running up her thigh, and she squirmed, as if asking for more. When he settled between her legs, he kissed her inner thigh, running his nose to the apex of her thigh.

She propped on her elbows, watching his every move, anticipation almost killing her. Lucian ran his nose over her glistening pussy, taking in the smell of her that turned him so feral. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants, but he ignored it.

With a groan, he ran his tongue over her pussy, and the taste of her exploded on his tongue. Her gasp was loud, urging him on, and he gave her just what they both needed.

The moment his tongue had touched her, she almost lost it. The sensations that travelled up her body were too much. They heated her blood, turning her body compliant, turning it into mush.

Her hips bucked when he ran his teeth over her clit, moan after moan coming out of her the longer he used his expert tongue on her.

"I've always dreamed of doing this," he said, thrusting a finger in her wet channel. She cried out when he added another, driving them knuckles deep inside of her, stretching her out. Sybil's eyes rolled back, her body a live wire. "And you taste just like I had imagined you would." He punctuated his words with another slow, agonizing lick on her pussy, his finger moving in and out of her, hitting that spot that made stars burst in her vision.

The way he worked her, it felt like he knew her body, like he had grown familiar with it, but how could he when this was their first time doing something like this?

"Lucian…" she called as she felt her body getting closer to the edge. Her legs tightened, her pussy walls clenching around his fingers, but his movements didn't relent.

He fucked her faster, deeper, wrenching cries after cries out of her until she came around his fingers, her body shuddering, every part of her body aching because of his touch. He didn't stop. He lapped at her, drinking up everything she offered like a man starved, drawing out her pleasure.

As she came down from the high, he crawled up her body, bringing the fingers he had buried deep in her core to his lips. She heard him groan as he tasted her.

Then he was kissing her. Letting her taste herself on his tongue.

Sybil sat up, kneeling on the bed and bringing him to the same position. Her hands moved deftly to undo the buttons of his shirt. Before long, he too stood in front of her naked. She ran her hands over his body, her body tingling as another wave of desire took over.

Lucian grabbed her, placing her body underneath him. He didn't wait for her to recover before he was fully seated inside her. She moaned, welcoming his thick length inside her body. For a while, he stayed still, waiting for her to adjust to him.

"Is this a one-time thing?" She blurted out without realizing it. Her hips moved, begging for him to fuck into her so hard that she couldn't walk.

"Do you want it to be?" He moved then, scattering her every thought. He did it again until he set a lazy pace that drove her even wilder.

"No," she said, meeting his thrusts with the movements of her hips.

"I'm glad we're on the same page. You've no idea how long I've waited to be inside you." He thrust into her, this time with brutal force, the one she had been begging for all along. Her answering moan gave him the power to do it again until he set another rhythm. Faster and deeper, rocking into her so hard the bed squeaked.

"You like that," he stated. She nodded, too far gone to say anything as her body ached in the nicest of ways.

Lucian took her nipple in his mouth, biting softly into the flesh with his teeth. She shivered, her body welcoming each brutal movement of his hips.

"You're mine. You may not know it yet, but you belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." As if to answer her, he moved his hips, inching in and out of her until he hit the spot that made her go wild.

"That's where you're wrong, love. You. Are. Mine." With each thrust, he drove her closer to the edge. Her body tightened once more, and he reached between them, his thumb circling her clit, the sound of their bodies slapping against each other filling the entire room.

It was too much for her to handle; a tear trickled out of her eyes, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to keep on until she couldn't remember her own name. Somehow, she wanted him closer. Even though they were connected, he didn't feel close enough, and she had no clue why.

When she came this time, it was hard and lasted longer than the last time. Her second orgasm tore through her, her toes curling, her walls clenching around his length.

He gave out a guttural cry, his cock swelling deep inside her, his movement becoming erratic until his warm seed filled her up. They stayed like that, connected, staring into each other's eyes.

"Mine," he muttered, pushing back the strands of hair that covered the side of her face.