He rises, his lips glistening with my essence, and kisses me deeply. He shares my secret flavor with me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, dizzy with the taste of myself on him. Why does it taste so good—so right, like this?
“Mmm, little one,” he growls, breaking the kiss, his breath hot on my lips. “Spread your pussy for me. Show me how much you want it.”
I can’t physically spread wider, but I try, pushing against the cuffs, offering myself. It’s enough. He grips his thick, hard length in one hand, and I feel the broad, smooth head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance. He rubs it against my pussy, coating himself in my honey and teasing us both.
“I want to feel you all around me,” he rumbles, his voice thick with strain. “Want to fuck you nice and deep tonight. So deep you’ll feel me in your soul.”
With that, he pushes up into me.
The stretch I feel as he enters me is deliciously intense. He is so thick inside me. I’m wet and open from his mouth, yet he still fills me to absolute capacity. He sinks in slowly, relentlessly, until his hips are flush with mine…until I can feel every inch of him buried to the hilt inside me with the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Oh God, Lucian!” I gasp, my head falling back against the supportive frame behind me. “Please!”
“Mmm, can you feel that, sweetheart?” he growls, beginning a slow, deliberate withdrawal before thrusting back in, making me see stars. “Can you feel me all the way inside you? Inside your tight little pussy, stretching you out on my cock?”
“Yes!” I moan. “God, yes, I can feel you!”
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze down at me. “Look at you—taking every fucking inch of me like you were made for it! Such a good girl to take my cock so deep in that wet little pussy.”
His hot, dirty words drive me crazy, but I can only moan and gasp in response as he sets a punishing, perfect rhythm, gripping my hips to hold me steady for his thrusts.
My pleasure builds—a towering inferno fed by the fullness, the friction, and the sheer animal dominance of his possession. I love that the cuffs holding me to the frame behind me give me nothing to do but try to be open enough for him.
Lucian holds my eyes with his own, his gaze burning with an intensity that goes beyond the physical. As he drives into me, our bodies joined in the most primal way, he speaks words that make me melt.
“I love you, little one,” he growls softly, each word punctuated by a deep, claiming thrust. “Love you so much—I’m never going to let you go.”
My heart fists in my chest.
“I d-don’t want you to l-let me go,” I pant, the confession ripped from the deepest part of me. “Take me—take all of me. Everything I am.”
“I will, sweetheart,” he promises, his pace becoming even more relentless, the sound of our joining loud in the quiet dungeon. “Can you come for me? Can you come on my cock while I’m buried inside you?”
As he speaks, his hand slides between our joined bodies. His fingers find my swollen, oversensitive clit and he begins to stroke it in tight, perfect circles, in time with his deep, driving thrusts.
The dual sensation is too much. I moan, bucking shamelessly against his hand, against his cock, my entire world narrowing to the point where our bodies meet.
“Oh God, Lucian, I…I can’t hold back!” I wail, the orgasm tearing through me with no warning—a hurricane of pure sensation.
“Good girl—come for me,” he growls, his own control fraying as his thrusts become harder and faster. “Come on my cock!”
As the waves crash over me, I know exactly what I want. I tilt my head to one side, baring the column of my throat in the ultimate surrender.
“Bite me!” I beg him. “Bite me and Bond me, Lucian—make me yours forever!”
For a heartbeat, he stills, buried deep within me, his body rigid with desire.
“As you wish,” he growls.
He leans down, his lips brushing the frantic pulse in my throat in a kiss. I feel a sharp moment of piercing pain and then pure pleasure as he sinks his fangs into my flesh.
As Lucian drinks from me, I feel his cock swell even larger inside me and the final, breathtaking stretch triggers another orgasm even as the first subsides.
“Oh, God!” I moan again as my pussy spasms around his thickness. It’s too, too much and yet I never want it to end.
Then I feel it—spurt after hot, pulsing spurt of his seed flooding my depths—marking me—claiming me from the inside out.
At the same time, the connection between us—that thin, fragile thread I’ve felt since our first night together—suddenly ignites. I feel it growing—getting stronger, multiplying into a web of brilliant, golden light that connects my soul to Lucian’s.
