His Desires trap 2

“Ah, fuck!…” I moaned , the moment I entered the bathtub.

 His fingers had slipped into my pussy casually. That was quiet unexpected since he was absolutely tired a moment ago.

 I let out a shaky breath whilst bitting my lower lips as his hands do the magic underneath me. 

He then moved closer until his chest was flush against my back. His hands slid around me…wet, warm and possessive.

One hand cupped my breast under the water, thumb circling the nipple until it was a tight peak. The other hand trailed lower… sliding down my stomach.

I gasped softly. His fingers dipped between my thighs, spreading me open beneath the surface.

“Lucien…” I moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Say it again,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Lucien,” I repeated, breathless, trembling.

He turned me to face him. My leg naturally lifted and hooked around his waist. His hands slid under my thighs, lifting me slightly in the water. His cock was hard, thick and smooth pressing against me with promise.

“You’re the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met,” he whispered, eyes burning into mine.

“You have no idea,” I whispered back.

He slid into me slowly, deliciously, and my head fell back with a long, desperate moan.

“Fuck… yes…” I gasped, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tub as he thrust—slow, deep strokes, like he wanted to ruin me from the inside out. Every movement made my body light up. My breasts bounced gently with every push, water cascading over them like liquid lace.

Our lips collided—wet, breathless, teeth clashing slightly in the heat of it all.

He sucked my lower lip, bit it, then licked it to soothe. His hands gripped my ass under the water, pulling me tighter.

“Ride me,” he demanded, sitting back.

I straddled him, the water swirling as I sank back down onto his cock.

I moved with a slow grind, hips rolling like a wave—making sure he felt every single inch of me.

His head fell back against the marble. “Shit… queen… you’re gonna kill me.”

“That’s the idea,” I whispered, bouncing gently as the sounds of our moans echoed in the steam-filled room.

Every thrust, every wet slap of skin, every gasp was another victory to me—because every second he gave me more of himself… and didn’t know I’d take even more when this was over.

After having fun in the bathtub , I cornered him beside the tub for a steamy kiss scene making sure my camera was capturing the right side of his face .

My tongue rolled into his mouth, smooth and sultry making him groan abit .

His hands slip around my bare waist and pulled me closer for more . 

I then trailed kisses on from his collarbone to jawline and then right to his neck —slowly making him moan breathlessly.

I then moved , followed by him hypnotically like someone under a spell of seduction.

 I then stared into the wide mirror above the sink, our reflections blurred slightly by steam. His hands still around my waist, skin on skin, pulling me gently against his bare chest. His breath was warm against the curve of my neck.

“You’re unreal,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just below my ear.

I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access as his lips trailed down to my shoulder. One hand grazed up my stomach while the other stayed anchored around my waist, like he was trying to memorize the feel of me.

I turned in his arms slowly, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes were wild with lust but softened by a strange tenderness.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I whispered, my voice husky.

“Like what?” he asked, lips brushing mine.

“Like you want to devour me.” I replied.

He didn’t respond—not with words. He grabbed my face gently but firmly and kissed me like he wanted to own me.

His lips crashed into mine, all heat and hunger. Our bodies collided, wet skin sliding against wet skin. His tongue parted my lips with no hesitation, claiming me as his. My hands ran up his chest, nails dragging along his collarbone before tangling into his damp hair.

He groaned into my mouth, his hips pressing into mine, hard and unashamed. I moaned against him, the sound echoing lightly in the tiled room.

He lifted me effortlessly onto the marble counter, never breaking the kiss. My thighs wrapped around his waist as his mouth moved from mine to my jaw, then down my throat, slow and hungry.

“I’ve kissed women before,” he murmured between kisses, “but never like this… Never like I might lose my mind if I stop.”

I pulled him back to my lips, desperate and breathless. “Then don’t stop.“

After getting what I wanted , I whispered slowly in his ear ,

“I'm tired, let continue later ..“ 

“Sure mama..“ he replied , voice raspy .

He then took a robe from a near hanger and slide it over him and matched straight to the bedroom to rest as well . I followed trying to keep up with him.

Back in the bedroom, the sheets were still tangled from earlier, the air thick with sex and steam.

Lucien dropped onto the bed, his body glistening from the hot soak, chest rising and falling like a man who had just given everything. His hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, his lips still slightly parted as if he could still taste me on his tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, eyes half-lidded as he watched me slip into one of the silk robes in the nearby closet.

“You good?” I asked, tying it loosely at my waist.

He gave a lazy smile. “More than good. Just need a moment to recharge. Give me an hour,” he said, voice hoarse and low, “then I’ll flip you over and remind you why I’m called the bad boy of Rome.”

I smirked, walking over to him. I leaned in, brushing my lips over his. “I’ll be waiting…”

His eyes closed as I kissed his forehead—sweet, almost tender. By the time I straightened, his breathing had already begun to steady. Sleep was tugging at him hard.

I stood there for a second, watching his body relax, his chest rising slowly, unaware, vulnerable.

Perfect.

I turned away quietly, my bare feet padding across the floor. I returned to the bathroom and removed the camera and then removed the one I planted in the bedroom too and placed it in my clothes.

Evidence has been successfully secured . I then removed the robe and changed into my dress. 

I left a card on the bed with my account number on it .

I glanced back one last time. He looked like a Greek god sprawled on satin sheets—ruined, resting, and robbed without knowing it.

“Sweet dreams, lover boy,” I whispered to the empty room.

I slid out of the suite, heels in hand, heart cold and mission accomplished.