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When he sits up, kneeling in front of me, his cock is glistening with precum, and he is touching himself.
I bite my lower lip and smile at him. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“You are exquisite when you come,” he replies, fist still wrapped around his swollen shaft.
“I’d like to know what you look like when you come.” I sit up, deliberately keeping my legs open. I slide my hand between my legs. “And I’d like to know if watching you will turn me on enough to make me come again.”
Chapter 18
Luna
Lucien’s eyes darken with lust. He crawls up the bed, his cock inches away from my entrance. Then he hesitates. His expression changes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Smiling, giggling a little, I look down at his cock. “You’re big, Lucien, but you’re not that big.”
Still staring at me, he slides his hands up my outer thighs and grips my hips, dimpling them with his fingers. I have realized that whenever I make him laugh, he is surprised by it. And the look on his face – like he’d forgotten how to find anything funny and is surprised I am talking to him the way I am – makes a strange, warm sense of affection settle in my belly.
“That is not what I meant.” He moves one hand to his shaft again. When he curls his fingers around it, I bite my lower lip and my hips instinctively tilt toward him, heat pooling in my core even though my clit is still sensitive and throbbing.
Still touching himself, Lucien watches me start to stroke my pussy.
“I want to fuck you, Luna. But I’m a vampire. I’m strong. And when I’m inside you I’m going to be incredibly turned on. What if I make it worse?”
“The pain?” Shame and embarrassment wash over me. I stop touching myself and sit back a little.
As I move, Lucien moves with me. “Explain it to me.”
My eyes fill with tears, and I hate that I’m that girl who’s crying in bed with a hot guy. “It never goes away. It’s always there.”
“So, when I’m touching you…?” He is resting his hands gently on my knees now, stroking me with his fingertips.
I laugh and shake my head. I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want it here, intruding on this moment. For once, I want to feel like the girl who can do what she likes. Whose body will do what she commands. I try to bring him toward me, using my legs to pull him closer but he resists.
“Talk to me,” he says, a command and a plea at the same time.
“Pain isn’t sexy, Lucien.”
“Everything about you is sexy.”
I shake my head again. “Even when you’re touching me, it’s still there. And tomorrow, I’ll feel like I’ve run a marathon, been run over by a truck, and thrown headfirst over a cliff because my body just can’t allow me to feel good.” My voice cracks and I feel like I need to reach for a blanket and cover myself up. “I’m weak.”
“You are the strongest person I have ever met.” He tries to smile. “And I’ve been alive a long time. I’ve met a lot of humans.”
A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. “Please, fuck me.”
“I can’t hurt you.” He pushes his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck me, Lucien.” I sit up and take his hand, then tug it gently, forcing him to lie above me. “However I’m going to feel tomorrow, it will be worth it.” I meet his eyes and feel my tears turn to something more determined. “This is my choice. I need to control this. Let me control this.”
I tighten my grip on him with my thighs. His lips collide with mine.
And before I can say anything else, he slides inside me.
The intensity of the pleasure makes me gasp. He is large and hard, and it takes me a moment to adjust to the sensation of being so full.
He kisses me again as he moves in and out of my aching body.
I expect him to be too strong, too hard, too fast, but he is holding back. His movements are controlled.
