Chapter 5

His mouth left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my throat. His teeth scraped against my collarbone, and I arched into him, a needy sound escaping my lips.

"You're so responsive," he murmured against my skin. "So beautiful, so pretty"

I moaned in capable of words.

His hands found the hem of my dress, fingers hooking beneath the delicate lace. He pulled it up slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving mine. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I shivered—but not from the cold.

"Arms up."

I obeyed without hesitation. He tugged the dress over my head and tossed it aside. I sat there in nothing but a pale pink lace bra and matching panties, suddenly self-conscious under his burning gaze.

"Fuck," he breathed, stepping back to look at me. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

His eyes raked over my body like a physical touch, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My nipples peaked against the lace, hard and aching for attention.

"Lucien…" I squirmed under his scrutiny.

"Don't hide from me." His voice was firm. "Let me look at what's mine."

Mine. The word sent a thrill straight to my core.

He shrugged off his jacket, then his shirt, revealing a chest that made my mouth water. Broad shoulders, defined muscles, a light dusting of hair that trailed down beneath his belt. He was built like a man who knew exactly what to do with his body—and I was about to find out firsthand.

He stepped back between my legs, his hands finding my waist. His thumbs traced slow circles on my bare skin, and I realized he was giving me another chance to stop this.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered.

That was all the permission he needed.

He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down my arms. My breasts spilled free, and he groaned at the sight.

"Perfect," he said, right before his mouth closed over one aching peak.

I cried out, my hands flying to his hair. His tongue swirled around my nipple, flicking and teasing until I was panting, grinding against the desk beneath me. He gave the other breast equal attention, leaving me a trembling, desperate mess.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for. "Lucien, please."

He lifted his head, his lips swollen and wet. "Please what, Bella? Tell me what you need."

"I need… I need you to touch me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere. Please."

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and dragged them down my legs. I was completely bare to him now, spread open on his desk, my arousal glistening in the firelight. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable. Instead, I felt powerful—because of the way he was looking at me.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with desire. "So wet for me. Has he ever made you this wet?"

"No," I admitted, my cheeks flushing.

"Good."

He dropped to his knees.

Before I could process what was happening, his mouth was on me. His tongue dragged through my folds, slow and deliberate, and I screamed, my back arching off the desk. He gripped my thighs, holding me in place, and devoured me like a man starved.

"Lucien—oh god—"

He circled my clit with his tongue, applying just enough pressure to make me see stars. Two fingers pushed inside me, curling in a way that made my vision go white. He worked me with his mouth and hands in perfect rhythm, building the pressure inside me until I was teetering on the edge.

"I'm going to—I'm going to—"

"Come for me, Bella." His voice vibrated against my sensitive flesh. "Let go. I've got you."

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me, violent and consuming. I writhed on the desk, moaning his name like a prayer, my fingers fisting in his hair. He didn't stop until I was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.

He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking insufferably pleased with himself.

"How was that?"

"I can't…" I couldn't even form a sentence.

He unbuckled his belt, and my eyes dropped to the prominent bulge straining against his pants. My mouth went dry.

"That's not going to fit," I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Lucien laughed—a genuine, warm sound that softened his sharp features. "We'll make it fit, sweetheart. Trust me."

He freed himself, and my eyes widened. He was long and thick, veins prominent, the tip already leaking with arousal. He stroked himself slowly, watching my reaction.

"Still want this?"

"Yes." The word came out breathless. "Yes, I want it."

He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against my slick folds. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep kiss as he pushed inside.

The stretch was exquisite—a burning fullness that made my toes curl.

He pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, and I gasped against his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Breathe, Bella," he murmured against my lips. "Just breathe."

I tried, but he was so much—too much—and yet not enough. My body stretched to accommodate him, a delicious burn that blurred the line between pleasure and pain. He paused when he was fully seated inside me, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed to mine.

"You feel incredible," he breathed, his voice strained. "So tight. So perfect."

I shifted my hips experimentally, and we both groaned.

He pulled out slowly, almost entirely, before thrusting back in with a force that made the desk scrape against the floor. I cried out, my hands flying to grip the edge of the desk. He set a punishing rhythm—deep, relentless strokes that hit something inside me that made my vision blur.

"You feel that?" he growled, his hips slamming against mine. "That's what you've been missing."

I couldn't respond. Couldn't think. Each thrust pushed me higher, building that pressure inside me all over again. My breasts bounced with the force of his movements, and he dipped his head to capture a nipple between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me scream.

"Tell me who makes you feel like this."

"You," I gasped. "Only you."

"Say my name."

"Lucien!"