He follows me over, his rhythm faltering as his own release hits. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum as his hips jerk against mine.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “Fuck, my Little Sinner.”
We collapse together onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breathing. For a moment, I can’t tell where I end and he begins. My body feels like it’s floating, disconnected from reality. The orgasm was so intense that I’m half out of my body, existing in some hazy space between consciousness and bliss.
I feel Lucien’s weight shift above me, but instead of pulling away, he slides down my body. His eyes lock with mine as his head disappears between my thighs.
“What are you—” My words catch in my throat as his tongue makes contact with my sensitive flesh.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath hot and wet. “I want to taste myself inside you.”
My hips jerk involuntarily as he laps at my entrance, gathering his cum on his tongue. The sight of him between my legs, his lips glistening with our combined juices, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
“Fuck, that’s filthy,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looks up at me, his green eyes dark with hunger. “You love it,” he says, then plunges two fingers inside me. He works them in and out, mixing his cum with my juices. “Look at you, taking my cock so well, keeping all my cum inside you like a good girl.”
I moan, my back arching off the bed. “Lucien?—”
“Shh,” he commands, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot. “Just feel.”
He lowers his mouth again, sucking hard at my entrance, pulling his own release from my body. The obscene sound of his lips working against my flesh fills the room. I can feel his tongue probing deep, gathering every drop he can reach.
My thighs tremble around his head as he continues to feast on me, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. I’m already building toward another orgasm, my body responding to his filthy mouth like it was made for this.
“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore.
Lucien’s eyes lock with mine, dark and hungry, as he leans over me. He grips my chin with his strong fingers, forcing my mouth open wider. A string of thick, white cum hangs from his tongue as he leans down, letting it fall directly into my open, panting mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands, his voice rough and commanding.
The taste floods my senses—salty and unmistakably him. I close my eyes and swallow, feeling the warmth slide down my throat. When I open my eyes again, his face is inches from mine, watching me with that predatory intensity that makes my stomach clench.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “You taste fucking perfect.”
I lick my lips, still tasting him. “That was disgusting,” I say, but there’s no heat in my words.
He laughs. “You loved it.”
I can’t deny it. The filthy act has me throbbing again, my body responding to his depravity like it’s been waiting for this my whole life.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I whisper, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. Our tongues meet, and I can taste myself on him.
“I’m your animal,” he corrects me.
Lucien shifts beside me, and I feel his lips press against my temple. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.
I turn to face him, my eyes struggling to focus. He’s propped on one elbow, his free hand brushing my hair back from my face.
“You’re mine,” he says, his voice intense. “Do you understand that? Completely, utterly mine.”
“I know,” I whisper, my heart pounding against my ribs.
“No.” He cups my face. “I don’t think you do. Not really.”
He leans closer, his emerald eyes burning with an intensity that takes my breath away.
“I love you,” he says, the words simple but devastating. “I’m obsessed with you. I’ve been obsessed with you since the moment I saw you, and I’ll never stop being obsessed with you.”
