LOGINIrene Pov
His tongue licked its way down to my navel. He then stood up and began to undress while I watched in absolute awe of his perfect, sculpted muscles. Then he pulled down his briefs, revealing his massive length, which made me gasp.
"You're so big—will it fit?" I asked, my mouth watering.
"Of course it will. Now come and suck me," he commanded.
I crawled to him and took his hard length into my warm mouth slowly. The intense reaction I got from him was undeniable—he groaned as if no woman had ever taken him like this before.
"Fuck, girl... ahh," he moaned as my tongue teased him. He gripped my hair, guiding my head to set a relentless pace.
I gagged slightly but kept on sucking, feeling how close he was getting. Before he could speak, he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me gently back onto the bed. I lay on my back, my eyes glued to his body.
He settled himself between my thighs, slowly trailing his large, veiny hands from my breasts down to my entrance. A dark smirk spread across his face when he felt how wet and dripping I was. I blushed and turned my face away, but he didn't like that—he cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze, wanting to look straight into my eyes.
He dived in for a kiss, and at the same moment, his finger slipped easily inside me. It was so warm and wet. His thumb massaged my clitoris while his finger moved inside me, making me gasp at the sweet sensation.
"Ah... ah—hmm," I tried biting my lip to hold back my moans. Seeing that, he added a second finger, twisting and turning inside me until a louder moan escaped my lips, bringing a satisfied look to his face.
He moved his fingers faster and faster until my walls began to tighten around him. Just as I reached the edge, he suddenly pulled away, making me moan in sheer frustration.
Without wasting a second, he moved lower until his face was touching my dripping core. "You smell so good, kitten," he murmured, taking a deep breath before his tongue reached out to taste me. A low moan escaped his throat the moment he sampled me.
"And you taste delicious," he added, before burying his face against me. He devoured me, his tongue thrusting in and out with relentless rhythm.
"Oh... fuck... yes... ahhh!" I screamed, unraveling into a violent climax right over his handsome face. He made sure to lick me dry before crawling back up over my body. With one intense look into my eyes, he went into me with one last mighty thrust, causing me to scream.
He rained soft kisses all over my face and neck, trying to ease the pain. When he looked down at me again, searching my eyes, I nodded for him to go on.
He moved slowly at first, letting my warm tightness drive him crazy. But soon, he couldn't hold back anymore; his pace quickened, slamming against my walls with raw power.
"Ah... oh... Lucian... ah yes... yes... fuck me... yes—yes—ah!" My moans echoed loudly through the room, and I could tell he loved every sound.
"My name, kitten... say my name," he groaned, continuing to drive me completely senseless.
"Lucian... oh... Lucian... yes... ah... yes... right there!" I kept crying out.
Lucian suddenly flipped me over, pulling me onto my hands and knees before driving deep into me from behind. Every stroke hit my sweet spot, making me see white stars.
He seemed completely unable to control himself, driven wild by how tight I felt around him, his movements growing fierce as my cries grew wilder above him. I made him feel good in a way no woman ever had before.
"Fuck, kitten—you're driving me crazy," he groaned, his hand coming down with a smack against my hip. His fingers reached forward to stroke my core at the same time, giving me double pleasure as his other hand explored my body, worshipping every curve and dip.
He reached around to find my breasts, squeezing them firm and pinching my hardened nipples, making me moan even louder. With every stroke, his grip on my small body grew tighter and more possessive.
Then Lucian flipped us over, his breathing rough and hot against my skin. He leaned up slightly, bringing his lips close to my swollen lips. "You're going to ride me," he said as he kissed me deeply.
He guided me over him and slowly thrusted up into me, filling every inch of my body with his massive length. I let out a strangled moan as he buried himself completely inside me.
I began moving slowly, but the slow pace was pure torture for him. "Faster, kitten—ride my cock, baby," he moaned, and I obliged, picking up speed.
"Ah fuck—kitten... you feel so good... oh," he moaned, meeting my movements from below with powerful thrusts that made me scream in pleasure.
We moved together for several intense minutes before we both came, leaving him completely satisfied in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.
"This night will be a long one, kitten," he whispered dark into my ear.
Lucian Pov The wind had shifted by midnight.The soft, warm Mediterranean breezes that had bathed the island for the past three days grew cool and crisp, blowing in from the deep water with the sharp, unmistakable scent of an oncoming autumn storm.From the wide doorway of the villa terrace, I watched Irene standing near the edge of the stone balustrade.She wore a soft, floor-length charcoal sweater over her clothes, her arms folded tightly against her chest as she stared out into the endless, ink-black expanse of the Aegean Sea. The sky above her was clear, a cold vault of blue-black velvet silvered by millions of ancient stars, casting a quiet, ethereal glow across her profile.She looked small against the vastness of the sea and sky, but there was a quiet, unshakeable resilience in the line of her back that commanded the entire space around her.I stayed back in the shadows for a long moment, simply observing her.I knew where her mind was. I could practically trace the heavy, wi
Lucian Pov By late afternoon, the fierce Mediterranean sun had softened into a gentle, honeyed glow, casting long, amber shadows across the secluded private cove below Villa Severin.The roar of Manhattan felt ten thousand miles away. Down here, at the base of the volcanic cliffs, there were no ringing cell phones, no frantic briefing memos from Julian, no camera lenses glinting from distant rooftops, and no corporate board members waiting to tear each other apart.There was only the soft, rhythmic lap of clear turquoise water against the smooth white pebbles, the salty tang of the sea breeze, and the woman walking barefoot beside me.Irene had carried her leather sandals in one hand, letting the cool foam of the tide wash over her ankles. She wore a simple, light cream sundress that caught the sea wind, her dark hair falling in soft, unstructured waves around her shoulders.I walked half a pace behind her, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my dark trousers damp near the hems from t
Lucian Pov The high-speed satellite relay in my private villa study hummed softly, a low mechanical pulse cutting through the pristine silence of the Aegean morning.On the polished glass desk before me, three encrypted tablets lay side by side, their displays glowing with a relentless, incoming flood of data sent from my executive headquarters in Manhattan.Julian and his team had been working through the night. Hundreds of files, digital affidavits, and logistical blueprints were being pushed to the villa for immediate sign-off.St. Patrick's Cathedral protocol clearance.NYPD counter-terrorism detail routes.International diplomatic seating arrangements—2,100 confirmed guests.Global television syndication rights for the post-ceremony press release.Finalized pre-nuptial registry confirmation from the New York State Supreme Court.I sat back in my chair, unbuttoning the collar of my white linen shirt, my dark eyes scanning the endless rows of names, figures, and security parameter
Lucian Pov The twin engines of the Gulfstream throttled down to a soft, low purr as the aircraft descended through a canopy of golden afternoon sunlight.Below us, the endless blue expanse of the Aegean Sea stretched out to the horizon like a sheet of liquid sapphire. Nestled on the rugged, sun-drenched coastline of a secluded private island in the Cyclades was Villa Severin—my family’s most guarded, impenetrable sanctuary. Built high into the sheer volcanic cliffs, the white stone estate overlooked a private horseshoe bay, flanked by ancient olive groves, sweeping stone terraces, and the deep, dark turquoise of the Mediterranean.No paparazzi had ever breached the airspace. No financial journalist had ever stepped foot on its docks. It was a place where time ceased to exist, where the ruthless weight of Wall Street could not follow.When the jet touched down smoothly on the isolated private landing strip near the island’s highest ridge, the cabin door opened to an immediate, fragran
Lucian Pov By six o'clock the following morning, the world outside Dimitri Manor had descended into absolute madness.I sat at the head of the polished mahogany table in my private glass study, a cup of black espresso untouched beside my tablet. On the screen before me, a relentless stream of news alerts, social media trends, and financial press updates refreshed every three seconds.WHO IS IRENE DAVIS?LUCIAN DIMITRI ANNOUNCES UNEXPECTED ENGAGEMENT AT METROPOLITAN GALA.STOCK IN DIMITRI GLOBAL SURGES 4.2% FOLLOWING SHOCK ANNOUNCEMENT.THE MYSTERY BRIDE: FROM OBSCURITY TO WALL STREET ROYALTY.High-powered telephoto lenses had already picked up the perimeter of my estate. Vance had dispatched two additional tactical teams to secure the outer gates, where a dozen news vans were currently idling in the morning mist, desperate for a single glimpse of the woman who had captivated the city overnight.They wanted to dissect her. They wanted to tear into her past, analyze her lineage, and tu
Lucian Pov The private exit behind the Metropolitan Center opened onto a secluded service courtyard, shielded from the street by twenty-foot security gates.Vance held the heavy iron door open as I guided Irene out of the building. The torrential downpour had slowed to a steady, rhythmic drizzle, the cool night air cutting cleanly through the suffocating heat of five hundred high-society bodies.We slipped into the back of the waiting Maybach without a single camera catching our departure.The moment the heavy door sealed shut with a soft, vacuum-tight click, the chaos of the evening evaporated. The ambient floor lights bathed the plush black leather interior in a soft, dim indigo glow. Raindrops trickled down the dark tinted windows, refracting the neon lights of Fifth Avenue into streaking ribbons of amber, crimson, and gold across the ceiling.Irene leaned her head back against the leather headrest, letting out a long, quiet sigh.She looked utterly exhausted, yet stunningly beaut







