Finally the keypad beeps. The door unlocks with a soft click. Lucien pushes it open with his shoulder and steps inside, still holding me like letting go isn’t an option anymore. The house is dark except for the soft glow of the city lights pouring through the massive glass windows.
The ocean stretches endlessly beyond them, silver under the moon but neither of us looks at the view. He takes the stairs two at a time. My back presses against the wall for a moment as he kisses me again, deeper this time, his hands sliding along my waist like he’s memorizing every inch of me. We stumble toward the bedroom. Clothes begin to disappear alongthe way. A jacket hits the floor, a shirt lands somewhere near the hallway, another piece of clothing gets lost on the stairs. Neither of us is paying attention anymore. By the time we reach the bedroom, we’re breathless. Lucien carries me the last few steps and lowers me onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath us.
For a second we both pause.
Just long enough to look at each other. Like we both know this moment changes everything. Then he leans down and kisses me again. I could feel him licking and sucking between my breasts. I arched into him, anxious to feel more.
I needed more.
I moan in to the top of his head as the scruff from his face roughed my skin pleasantly. His lips closed around my right nipple, and my hips went off on a tangent of their own, bucking wildly beneath him, both of my legs now wrapped firmly around his waist. Lips and tongue and teeth now lavished across my breasts, loving them equally. I was surrounded by him, his scent was turning me on. He bit down lightly, closing his teeth around my sensitive skin, and my hands almost tore the hair from his head.
It feels amazing. His other hand was running up and down my leg, encouraging me to grasp him tighter between my thighs as his fingers began to come ever closer to the edge of my underwear.
It was the last boundary we had yet to cross.
Our eyes locked as he eased his hand further underneath my laced underwear and then, with achingly perfect precision, he touched me. My breathing started back up again, the intense pressure that had been circling all around and inside and out was now like a low-level hum, just beneath the surface of my skin. My eyes fluttered shut, my entire body awash with so many sensations.
I moved with him, feeling his fingers begin to explore me, and I let out the tiniest moan. It was all I could let out. The feelings were so intense and the energy that surrounded us in that moment.
“God, Sera, you’re so fucking beautiful.” he murmured, his eyes now crowding with something a bit more than lust, and I felt tiny pinpricks behind my eyeballs.
Finally I feel him, exactly where he was meant to be.
He barely nudged inside, but just the feeling of him entering me was phenomenal. His eyes bore into mine as I cradled his face in my hands. He looked as though he wanted to say something. My own needs quieted for the moment, and I watched as he began to push into me for the first time.
He slipped gently into me, and at first my body resisted. Slight pain. It was that good kind of pain, a pain that let you know something more was coming.
I relaxed a bit, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist, and as he pressed farther into me, his smile became infinitely more seductive. He bit down on his lower lip and tiny frown lines appeared on his forehead. I breathed in, inhaling his scent as I watched him pull back just the smallest bit, only to thrust once more.
Now fully inside, I welcomed him the only way I could.
I closed my eyes and could see myself, once again, on the edge of that cliff, ready to jump, needing to jump. Pressure began to build, pulsing with every thrust, every slip and dip of his hips into mine, driving him in and out of my body.
Then I fell, fell hard and crashed into the unforgiving surface of the water.
I saw Lucien as he bit down hard on his lower lip, the strain on his face as he delayed his own well-deserved satisfaction.
“Lucien, it’s too good,” I panted as I bucked my hips and I meant every word of it. I clenched in all the right places, and I called his name, over and over again.
“Sera.. fuck.” he begged, his voice rife with pleasure. A strange look stole over his features for only a second as his eyes searched mine, and then he came beautifully.
He collapsed onto me, and I took his weight. I took it all as I cradled him to my chest as he kissed me over and over again while my hands soothing his back, my legs hugging him as tightly as I could. He whispered my name as he nuzzled into the space between my neck and my breast, simple touches and caresses. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tighter than I meant to.
Because deep down, I knew something neither of us was ready to say out loud.
Tonight felt like the beginning of something beautiful.
And the end of everything else.
CHAPTER 21
Confrontation
We must have stayed like that for hours. Curled into each other, our bodies still warm from the intensity of the night, the ocean wind brushing softly against the glass walls of the bedroom. At some point the exhaustion finally catches up to us.
And we fall asleep.
My phone buzzing pulls me out of the darkness. The sound is sharp in the quiet room. I open my eyes slowly.
