Lucian (Filthy Marcellos #1)(22)

"I would never hurt you, Jordyn. Not with this, and not with my hands. Nothing."

"I know," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, just know I couldn't ever do that to you."

Lucian didn't bother letting her attempt to loosen and remove his belt again. If she wasn't comfortable with it, she just wasn't. This wasn't the time to force that fear of hers. Instead, he did it himself, unbuttoning and stepping out of his pants before kicking them to the side. Standing in only boxer-briefs, nothing hid the hard ridge of his erection straining against thin fabric.

Jordyn didn't hesitate to move forward that time. One of her hands tangled up into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a burning kiss, while her other hand dipped into his boxer-briefs. Deliberately slow, with a fist-tight grip that made Lucian weak in the knees, she stroked him from base to tip.

Something twisted in his gut, sending sparks flying through his veins. Jordyn kept her eyes locked on Lucian's as she caressed him over and over, a smile playing at the edge of her mouth. She clearly enjoyed the feel of him under her power. A growled sound escaped from the back of his throat.

Too much more of that, and Lucian's control would snap.

Lucian laid a hand flat to Jordyn's stomach and pushed her back until she was pressed to the mirror. While her hand stayed inside his boxer-briefs, his slipped between her thighs. Instantly, wetness and heat met his fingertips as he spread the fleshy, silken lips of her sex. Without warning, Lucian plunged two fingers into her pussy, spreading the digits wide to fill her with him.

Jordyn shuddered, her hand freezing around his cock. "Oh!"

Deep chuckles echoed from Lucian. "Sweetheart, it's going to get much better than just this."

Jordyn released the grip she had on his cock only to find purchase against the muscles of his abdomen. Her fingernails scored deliciously against his flesh. Grinding her hips into his palm, Jordyn rode his fingers, her inner muscles hugging his digits tightly. The juices of her arousal slicked up his hand and her sex, smearing to her thighs. She'd squeezed her eyes shut, her head tilting back to the mirror while those curls of hers spilled over creamy shoulders and breasts. The most lovely, mewled cries coming from her lips filled him to the brim.

Following Jordyn's rhythm, Lucian used his thumb to circle her clit that seemed to throb under his touch with every rise and fall of her hips. It wasn't long before her body was shaking and her inner walls were clamping down around his fingers with the tremors of an orgasm, holding him in tight. Her eyes flew wide, seeking his. His name, low and surprised, caught in her throat.

Lucian withdrew his hand from between Jordyn's thighs, pressing on her hip to urge her to turn. "Face the mirror."



       
         
       
        

"What?"

"The mirror. I want you watching us, bella. Watching how good you look against me, with me. See how goddamn beautiful you are coming and when you cry out."

Jordyn didn't argue, turning without him asking again. She placed her palms to the glass, looking over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks. Lucian took that moment to slip out of his boxer-briefs, thoroughly enjoying how her stare landed on his fully erect cock and only seemed to stay there, even when he moved towards the dresser.

Inside the top drawer, Lucian found what he was looking for beneath a pile of folded linen. A brand new, untouched box of condoms. It wasn't long before he was sheathed in latex and behind Jordyn once more.

Lucian kissed a path up her spine, between her shoulder blades, and to the back of her neck. She tasted like salt and sex already. Bitter and sweet. At the unmarred cherry blossoms on the top of her shoulder, he let his tongue strike out to lap at the inked flesh. Lust pulsed straight to his cock. With every kiss of his lips, she shivered. Grabbing her hips, he drew her back to his groin, letting his shaft rest against her rounded ass.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, Lucian met Jordyn's gaze in the mirror. "Good?"

"So good," Jordyn assured.

That was all Lucian needed.

One hand slid down to her thigh, lifting her leg just high enough to give him a better access and view to her sex in the reflection of the mirror. Then, Lucian lined his cock up to her entrance and pushed in with a tortuous slowness he was sure would kill them both.

Wet heat surrounded him. The sensitive walls of her sex flexed around his intrusion, gripping him like a glove and sucking him deeper. In two, sharp thrusts, Lucian found himself buried balls deep. Words failed to form when he tried to speak. He was pretty damned sure he couldn't breathe for a moment, either.

Nothing had ever felt quite as good as the sensation of Jordyn's pussy clenching around his cock. The slickness of her juices covering his shaft, coating him with her. The aftershocks of that first second of being fully inside her reverberated straight to his chest. Like a goddamn drum, his heart beat on overdrive.

Jordyn whimpered when Lucian pulled out and buried his cock all the way in all over again. The thrust was hard and deep, but she'd braced herself for it. Even still, her hands on the mirror slipped and he barely registered her knees starting to give. Lucian wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her close, pressing his lips to the shell of her ear.

"I've always got you, sweetheart. Just feel me, okay?"

Jordyn swallowed audibly, nodding.

"Watch," Lucian demanded. "Look at us, Jordyn."

She did, her eyes traveling down to where they were connected. Lucian knew she could see her thighs opened, pussy filled, and juices soaking them both. Only for him. 

"Oh, God," she breathed.

"Not Dio, Jordyn. Just me. Feel. Get your hand down here and feel me fucking you."

The pulse in his shaft increased as her shaking fingers came in contact with his cock.

"Gentle," Lucian said, wanting to reassure her.

Lucian might have wanted to take her hard and fast, fuck her until she couldn't feel anything else but him, but he knew he couldn't. Not only because of the soreness and injuries still lingering from her attack, but also because that wasn't what either of them needed.

So, he took her soft and slow. Unhurried, long thrusts that earned him low moans and gasping cries. Jordyn's hand found its way back to his neck, her fingers weaving into his hair. Her body took him willingly with every thrust, her thighs widening just a little bit more to take him impossibly deeper.

"So beautiful, Jordyn. Don't you know that?"

In the mirror, Lucian watched Jordyn turn her face to his. Those trembling lips of hers pressed to his cheek, parting with his name in her mouth. That had to be the best thing he'd ever heard. Next to the sounds of their bodies meeting, and his cock finding heaven over and over, of course. When her teeth nipped into his jaw and her fingernails bit into his scalp, the shocks of pain mixed with pleasure sent him spinning.

Lucian felt the clench of her abdominal muscles as he hit a certain spot inside her sex that sent her fluids gushing down his shaft. "There, yeah?"

"Right there," she whispered.

Lucian didn't let up in his leisurely speed for a second. There was no need to hurry and he was so lost in the feeling of her he couldn't possibly imagine rushing them to the finish.

Once more, Jordyn's orgasm hit swift and strong, without any warning at all. Every muscle in her body seemed to let go with her release, but Lucian's arm around her middle kept her from collapsing forward.

The milking contractions of her inner walls took Lucian straight to the edge of bliss, and he didn't bother to hold himself back from flying over it. As deep as he could manage, he held Jordyn's body tight to his as he spilled his seed into latex with a strangled groan.

It wasn't a second later before Lucian was pulling from her body, turning Jordyn in his hands, and picking her up in his cradled embrace as if she weighed nothing at all. She kissed him breathless and hard as he walked them to the bathroom, and kicked the door closed.



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"Mmm."

Something felt all too wicked and terribly good for it being early morning.

The only reason Jordyn knew it was early was because she was still tired. She was also sore, but that wasn't anything new. At least for this particular morning, she could attribute that tenderness for what happened between her and Lucian the day before.

"Wake up, sweetheart," she heard him say.

Jordyn turned to her side in an effort to pretend she hadn't heard him. That might have worked if his fingers weren't working a tantalizing beat between her thighs, wetting her up so damned good and making her see stars behind closed lids. Instead of trying to keep ignoring him, she gave into temptation and opened her legs more for him under the sheets, earning her dark chuckles and a kiss to her shoulder.

"Jesus, Lucian  …  It-it's  …  what time is it?"

"Seven."

"In the morning?"

"Well, it isn't nighttime, Jordyn."

She vaguely felt the blankets being pushed from her body, allowing cool air to wash over her naked form. Lucian's mouth trailed a hot path down her side, stopping to kiss the swell of her thighs before he nipped gently to her backside. Jordyn yelped, but it turned into a breathy moan when his fingers hit her g-spot with knowing precision.