Not just sexually but desperately.
I wanted to crawl inside him and live inside his heart. I needed his fire flooding my veins. I needed every inch of him buried so deep inside me, we stopped being two separate souls and became one.
“Hearing your thoughts is going to get me into trouble.” He kissed me again, his flavour turning thick with smoke. His fingers pumped hard and fast, curling with devastating precision.
I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. Frost bloomed across the unseen wall behind me while golden flames licked over his shoulders. Our clothing vanished, leaving us gloriously naked.
Lucien withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss—only for him to replace them with the thick head of his cock. He rubbed it against my entrance, coating himself in my slickness, then droveinto me with one brutal thrust.
A wanton scream tore free.
He filled me completely, stretching me, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke. The feeling was overwhelming—pleasure edged with the faintest bite of pain.
Lucien groaned, deep and filthy, as he fucked me hard.
Each thrust slammed me back against the invisible wall, his hips snapping forward with raw, punishing force. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the misty realm as he took me exactly how I’d begged—fast, deep, and relentless.
My legs shook around his waist. I could barely breathe. Every brutal stroke dragged me closer to the edge, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over until my vision sparkled with silver stars.
“Lucien—”
He released my wrists only to grab my ass with both hands, lifting me higher so he could drive even deeper.
Steam billowed thicker. The ground trembled. Our powers clashed—ice cracking, fire roaring—the entire dreamscape pulsing with raw, uncontrollable energy.
My orgasm crashed through me like an avalanche. I screamed his name as I clenched around him, wave after wave of shattering pleasure.
He followed with a guttural roar. His hips jerked into mine with short, sharp thrusts, wringing every last drop of pleasure from both of us.
For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing and the soft hiss of steam slowly fading.
Lucien pressed his forehead to mine, still buried deep inside me. His arms trembled as he held me pinned against the wall. “We could live ten thousand years, and I would still never get enough of you.”
I shivered in sated bliss.
He kissed my eyelids and the tip of my nose. “Do you forgive me? Do you still hate me for leaving you that night?”
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. My hands framed his face, thumbs brushing over the sharp line of his cheekbones. “Hate you?” I shook my head. “Iloveyou. I love you even when I’m furious and terrified. I never hated you, Lucien, I just hated that you left me.”
He flinched with relief, his eyes suspiciously bright. “You don’t know what that means to me. How sorry I am.”
“Next time, promise me you’ll take me with you, okay? Whenour time is over, don’t try and be noble and trade your life for mine. When you die...I die.”
He groaned and kissed me hard. We fell into each other all over again, not sated, full of desperation to continue.
His pupils flared with molten flames. “I promise that when the end comes, I won’t leave you behind. I’m not going to let you go. Not ever.”
We folded to the floor, kissing all the way. Lying me down exquisitely gently, we clung to each other, skin to skin, soul to soul—naked and bare and begging. Blanketing me with his body, he slipped back inside me.
We rocked together, slowly, sensually.
Heat and need spiralled up my spine, preparing to release again.
“Not yet,” he breathed, withdrawing and sliding down my body.
My eyes opened, hazy and heavy as he left a wake of kisses down my belly before settling between my thighs and hooking my legs over his shoulders.
“But...you just came inside me.”
