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The flow of arousal was constant between my thighs.
The way I had my legs, pressing on that bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy, had me nearly moaning. The feel of his chest to my back, of his body heat seeping into me, had little beads of sweat pooling between my breasts. I felt dizzy, the light-headedness making me even more aroused.
He barely touched me, said nothing, but I was on the verge of climaxing from this one single moment. I felt his cheek against mine, the stubble from his days’ worth of growth slightly abrasive, completely arousing.
The feel of his warm breath moving along my cheek had me closing my eyes and biting the inside of my cheek. I almost moaned … almost came right then. And the longer he played, the more I clenched my thighs against my clit, the higher my arousal grew.
He started pressing the keys harder, my fingers sinking farther against his, my mouth opening even wider. I felt light-headed as my pleasure climbed. God, what was happening to me?
The sound of him breathing calmly, as if this didn’t affect him, turned me on even more. Knowing he could have self-control in a moment like this had me climbing higher.
And when he pressed himself a little more firmly against me, a soft moan escaped as I squeezed my thighs even harder together, moving them together slightly to add friction to my clit.
He started to breathe harder, the deep sound slipping from him and sending vibrations right through my body.
I came, exploded. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my vision wavering as the pleasure consumed me. I curled my nails into the tops of his hands as the ecstasy was never ending. And all the while he still played, still had his body pressed right up against mine.
It wasn’t until my orgasm dimmed that I realized he’d stopped playing.
I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, and blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision.
For a moment I just sat there, unable to move, aftershocks of my pleasure slamming into me. And then I felt fingers gripping my chin, gently forcing me to turn my head. I found myself staring into Lucian’s dark eyes. I couldn’t breathe, my entire body aching for so much more.
He ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, staring at the act, almost transfixed by it. He gently pulled the flesh down, letting it go back in place.
“Lucian.” I whispered his name, my rapid breathing the only sound filling the room. “Kiss me.” I felt like I’d said that in my mind, but the low sound that left him told me I hadn’t.
“I’m so hungry for you,” he said in a steady, deep voice.
In the next moment he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me what I wanted, what I needed. I went to wrap my arms around him, but he made a gruff sound against my lips.
He smoothed his hands down my shoulders, gripping my wrists and holding them gently but firmly. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened for him, gently touching the tip of mine to his, needing more.
And then it was as if something snapped inside of him and I found, with pleasure, that his self-control had slipped.
He groaned roughly and tilted his head to the side, pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking me there. His hold on my wrists was tight, unyielding, a force, a show of dominance.
In this moment he held the power, he held the control. And I was more than happy with that, more than willing to submit to him fully.
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I could feel her hands curling against mine, as if she were trying to grab me, grasp for something solid to hold on to, use me for strength.
Control. Find it.
I let go of her wrists, and she immediately held on to my biceps, digging her little nails into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with my pleasure. I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, forcing her to suck on my tongue.
She was soft … all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like.
I was collected, calm on the outside. But on the inside I was this raging storm, this turbulent weather moving through, causing destruction, consumption. I wanted her desperately, wanted to just take her on top of the piano until she cried out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out, a show of ownership.
I broke the kiss to look into her face, to see the ecstasy cover her expression, an outward appearance of what was going on inside of her. “You’re sweeter than the hold you have over me.”
Her eyes were closed, her head was tipped back and to the side slightly, her mouth heated. The air came out of her in little pants, her lips swollen and glossy, a sliver of light from the moon making it seem as though they glistened.
I held my control, made sure she didn’t know how close I was to breaking. It would frighten her, the potency, intensity with which I wanted her.
And as much as I told myself I should stop this, should walk away, go slow, I couldn’t. As much as it was the right thing to do, to let her walk away, to not get involved, I was too selfish.
My need for her was too strong. I wanted her too desperately.
I was hungry for her.
I loved her.
Never had I felt something so profound, so consuming.
I kissed her again, both of my hands cupping the sides of her neck now, holding her still for me, for what I was doing to her.
“Lucian,” she whispered against my mouth, and I felt my entire body tighten in response.
Using gentle pressure, I made her stand and immediately pulled her against me. She was so small compared to me, her little hands still clenching my biceps, bringing me closer, holding on to me. I felt something change in her demeanor, this desperation that matched my own.
She rose on her toes, wound her arms around my neck, and fucking kissed me back like she was desperate. I groaned, loving that she opened her mouth wide for me, that she allowed me to plunge my tongue into the warm, sweet recess of her mouth.
I pulled back and looked down at her, seeing the drugged expression on her face, the clear fact she was aroused as she stared up at me with her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.
“This is crazy, right?” she whispered almost as if she were trying to convince herself of the fact this wasn’t really happening.
My cock jerked at the sight of her needy for me, at the smell of lemons and spun sugar that surrounded her … at the taste of her on my lips and tongue. I cupped her cheek, holding on to her, feeling like she’d leave, escape like a frightened little animal. This dam had been opened inside of me, and my arousal, my need and all the emotions I had for Grace were out in the open. It was like an open wound, one that would never heal. I’d never heal because of her, and it was that pain, that raw vulnerability, that told me she was the one for me.
My other half.
The person who could break me with a few softly spoken words, with the threat of not being mine.
“Should we stop?” she asked, the tone in her voice telling me she was almost afraid of what my answer might be.
“Do you want to?” I said just as softly, my focus on her mouth. I wanted to kiss her again.
She didn’t answer verbally, but she did shake her head.
“Do I frighten you?” I asked and leaned down so our mouths were only inches apart.
For a second she didn’t respond. Maybe she was thinking about lying, about telling me she wasn’t. I could see she was apprehensive about all of this.
She nodded once but arched her chest, pressing her breasts against me. “Yes and no,” was all she said. “How I feel frightens me. The power you hold over me frightens me.”
I closed my eyes and grappled with control. She held all the power.
The need that had built up inside of me, my emotions, feelings, and having Grace here with me now, was my undoing. There was no going back. There never was once I’d had it in my mind that I’d make her mine.
I lifted my hand and smoothed my fingers down her neck, reveling in the smoothness of her skin. I felt like the world was crashing down around me. I’d move heaven and earth to please Grace. My feelings for her made me vulnerable, and I hadn’t felt that way since I was a child, since before my uncle passed. But this was a different kind of vulnerability. This was the kind that I wanted to embrace, because it felt like it was that one piece of myself I’d buried, too afraid to accept.
“All you have to do is tell me what you want, Grace, and it’s yours.”
She stared into my eyes, and I felt my heart beat a little faster at the vulnerability I saw. Damn, she was so innocent, so untouched and sheltered to the way the world was, to the way things could be. It made me want to protect her, keep her close and never let anything touch her.
“I just want you.”
God, did this woman know the power she held over me? Fuck, did I realize the power she held over me?
You know exactly what she does to you, exactly how much strength she exerts over you with just one look.
“I love you, Lucian. I think I’ve loved you from the moment I walked into your class.”
I closed my eyes, and this rough sound left me, one that was more animal than man. She brought out the primal side of me, the beast that I kept buried deep within. Letting it out would only cause destruction, would let my weaknesses free. I needed to always be in control, especially with Grace. But hearing her say she loved me had everything breaking around me, inside me. It had pleasure and pain, hope and fear consuming me.
I couldn’t let her go. I wouldn’t. She was bound to me irrevocably, mine for the taking. No one else would ever have her, and because of that she should be afraid. She should be terrified of the lengths I’d go to keep her close, to keep other men who desired her away.
“I don’t want to ruin you,” I finally said. “I don’t want the love I have for you to twist and drive you away.” Because the power I felt when I was with her was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
“You love me?”
I looked into her eyes and growled. “I love you more than I’ve ever fucking loved anything in my life.”
“Then that’s all that matters.”
The air left me. “My sweet, innocent little Grace.” I shook my head slowly. “If life, the world, was so easy…”
She was the one to shake her head now. “Why can’t it be?” she asked softly. “You love me. I love you. Nothing else should matter.”
And it didn’t, to an extent. It wasoutside influences that had me fearing her being plucked from my life, like a flower being pulled from the ground.
But my Grace was strong, fearless. She moved closer, pressed her breasts more firmly against my chest.
I stared into her eyes. “I meant it when I said I won’t let you go,” I said softly, our lips still inches apart.
“I know,” she whispered.
I didn’t say anything else as I leaned in and kissed her hard and deep, just wanting to imprint myself on her. All control had fucking gone at that moment. I hoped she was ready, because the restrained Lucian she knew was gone.
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Delicious.
Addicting.
All mine.
I kissed Grace like stopping would be my death.
Nothing else mattered but this one moment and making Grace feel good, making her see that I wanted her above all else. I couldn’t have walked away if my life had depended on it.
Hell, I’d gladly die in this very moment, with Grace’s lips pressed to mine and the sweet sounds of her moans filling my ears.
She broke the kiss and gasped. “I feel like if I don’t hold on to you, I won’t be steady. I won’t be here, like this is nothing but a dream.”
Before I could tell her to touch me, to hold on to me, to use me, she had her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with the short strands of hair at my nape. I kissed her again, and she made these small noises in the back of her throat. I swallowed the sounds, needing more, wanting her to surrender every part of herself to me. This was what I’d wanted from the moment I saw her, from the second I realized I couldn’t let her be with anyone else.
It had been so fucking hard staying back, keeping my distance for as long as I did. But no more. No matter the repercussions, no matter the rules I broke being with her … Grace was mine.
I couldn’t stop this. I wouldn’t. I forced myself to take a step back, but took her hand in mine, keeping her close, afraid she’d run if she really saw my desperation for her.
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she whispered.
“Never,” I said instantly. I couldn’t help myself as I reached out and moved my thumb along her bottom lip, pulled the soft, slightly damp flesh down, and watched it move back into place when I let go. She was so fucking beautiful, so pliant and giving, and fearless, not letting her inhibitions control her. I’d show her how precious she was to me.
Her breath hitched a bit, and I leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again, pulling her close because I was addicted to her. She felt good in my arms, like she was always meant to be here.
Take her. Show her what it’s like to be yours.
And so I moved back, looking down at her swollen red lips, a slight glossiness on them from our kiss.
“This could get you in trouble with the university.”
“I don’t fucking care about anything but you.”
Her breath hitched. “They’ll say this is wrong.”
I shook my head slowly. “Let them. How can this be so wrong when it feels so damn good, so right?”
“You don’t care?”
I shook my head again and stared into her eyes. “The only thing that matters is you. I don’t fucking care about anything else.” I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy, Grace.” My mouth was close to hers, but I didn’t lean in that last inch and kiss her again.
“Then take me to your room, Lucian,” she all but moaned.
Christ. Yes.
I felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel myself buried deep inside of her, but one that told me she was mine irrevocably.
She was pliant in my arms, pressing her breasts against my chest, her nipples hard, her arousal coating the air like the smell of a fresh rainfall.
Before I lost myself and took her right up against the fucking wall, I had her in my arms. This small sound of surprise left her, and she held on to me, her hands grasping me like a lifeline. Her legs were draped over my forearm as I strode down the hall to my bedroom.
Once in the room I set her down reluctantly but kept her close, always having my hands on her. “I didn’t change the sheets,” I admitted. “They smelled like you, and I didn’t want to get rid of that.” Fuck, my heart was racing a mile a minute.
She looked over her shoulder at the bed, then back at me, licking her lips, nervousness and anticipation coming from her in waves.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whispered and took a step closer. The lights were off, yet the glow from the city came through the bedroom window, muted only by the sheer drapes.
“Is it that obvious?”
I moved closer and cupped her chin, tilting her head back slightly. She parted her mouth.
“I’ve never done this before, Lucian.”
“I know,” I said huskily. “I know, Grace.” I leaned in and kissed the top of her head, closing my eyes and just inhaling the sweet scent of her. “You want this?” I felt her nod. “I’ll go easy and slow. I’ll make this good for you, baby.” I moved my hand lower until I got to the hem of her shirt and felt her tense against me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. This’ll feel good. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I know,” she moaned. “I’m shaking because I’m so turned on.”
I groaned at that admission.
She placed her hand over mine and urged it up, bringing the material over her belly. She didn’t stop me, and in fact arched her back for more. At the first contact of my bare flesh against hers, of my fingers along her smooth skin, she gasped.
“That’s it,” I said against her mouth. “I could take every part of you right now until there was nothing left, and I’d still need more, Grace. It still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Then give it all to me.”
I curled my fingers against her side, knowing I’d leave marks on her delicate flesh if I wasn’t gentle.
Moving my hand up higher, I felt the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. My dick punched forward even harder. Covering one of her breasts with my hand, I ran my tongue along her bottom lip at the same time. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh, and she arched against me even more.
Over and over I pulled at her nipple, kissing her like I was drowning and she was the only source of oxygen. I needed her fully naked, needed her hot, soft body pushed against mine.
I needed the scent of our fucking covering the bed, filling this room.
I moved my mouth down to the base of her neck and felt her pulse beating rapidly. I licked and sucked at the spot, drawing the blood up to the surface and marking her.
When it came to Grace, I was primitive, feral. I wanted to mark her like she was my property.
If anyone owns anyone, I’m Grace’s.
“Lucian.” She whispered my name, and it was so fucking perfect falling for her lips.
I wanted my handprints on her body, wanted my teeth marks on her skin. I wanted her crying out my name as I thrust in and out of her, as I made her tell me who she belonged to.
“Don’t stop.” She all but clawed at me, bringing me closer, plunging her tongue between my lips in a desperate, silent plea for more.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and in one swift move pulled the material up and off her body. I tossed it aside and immediately went for her skirt, fumbling with the button and zipper like some fucking schoolboy who didn’t know what the hell to do.
