Chapter 133: Stop Holding Back**
Lucian’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her dress and pulled it up. Rose lifted her hips instinctively, helping him, her breath coming in shallow little gasps. The emerald fabric bunched at her waist, then slid over her thighs, then was gone entirely — tossed somewhere on the floor with a soft whump.
She lay beneath him in nothing but a pair of thin black underwear. Her skin was pale in the dim light — smoother than Clara’s, softer, lacking the faint silver veins that marked a vampire’s body. Rose’s cheeks were flushed deep pink, her green eyes half-lidded, her lips swollen from biting them.
"You’re staring," she whispered.
"I know."
"Does it look okay?"
Lucian didn’t answer with words. He leaned down and kissed her collarbone. Then the hollow of her throat. Then the curve of her shoulder. Rose made a small sound — ah — her back arching slightly off the bed.
His hands traced down her sides slowly. When his fingertips brushed the underside of her breasts, she whimpered.
"Lucian..."
He kissed lower. The swell of her breast. The soft skin beside it. His tongue traced a line beneath the curve and Rose’s fingers flew to his hair, gripping hard.
"Ahhnn—"
Her nipples were already hard. He took one into his mouth and Rose gasped, her hips bucking upward involuntarily. His tongue circled slowly, then faster, then he sucked gently and her back arched completely off the bed.
"Oh — oh god — nnh —"
His free hand found her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Rose’s moans came faster now — breathy, uncontrolled, nothing like the composed barrier-user who’d faced down Wei Chen’s sword intent. This was Rose undone. Raw. Vulnerable in a way she never let anyone see.
Lucian released her nipple with a soft pop and kissed his way down her stomach. Her muscles twitched under his lips.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband.
Rose tensed.
"Wait — I haven’t —" She swallowed. Her voice was small. "I’ve never done this before."
Lucian paused. Looked up at her.
"I know," he said quietly. "You don’t have to—"
"I want to."
Rose stared at him. Her throat moved as she swallowed.
Lucian pulled the underwear down. Slowly.
Rose was beautiful. Soft folds glistening with arousal, a small patch of dark hair above, her thighs trembling slightly on either side of him. She tried to close her legs instinctively but Lucian placed a hand on each knee, holding her open.
"Don’t hide," he murmured.
"I’m — it’s embarrassing—"
Rose bit her lip and forced herself to keep still. Her fingers twisted in the sheets.
Lucian lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue made her jolt.
"AH—!"
Rose’s hips jerked so hard he had to grip her thighs to hold her in place. He licked again and Rose’s moan came out as a long, trembling whine.
"Nngh — Lucian — ahhh —"
He found her clit. The moment his tongue circled it, Rose moaned.
"Ah — ah — AH — fuck —"
Her hands grabbed his hair so tight it hurt. He didn’t stop. His tongue worked in tight circles, alternating pressure — light, then firm, then light again. Rose’s hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, chasing something she’d never felt before.
"I — I feel — something’s — ahhhnnhh —"
He sucked her clit into his mouth and Rose shattered.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave — her back bowing, her thighs clamping around his head, a broken scream tearing from her throat. "AHHHNNN —Lucian—!" Her body shook. Her inner walls clenched around nothing. Wetness flooded against his chin. She rode the peak for what felt like a full minute, whimpering and gasping, before collapsing back onto the bed.
Her chest heaved. Her eyes were unfocused. Tears leaked from the corners from overwhelming sensation made physical.
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Oh my god."
Lucian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up her body. Rose looked at him with dazed, wondering eyes.
"That was — I didn’t know —"
"I know."
He kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. He was still fully dressed. Rose’s hands fumbled with his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. Then his shirt — she yanked it over his head with desperate, clumsy movements, her palms pressing against the bare skin of his chest.
His skin was cool. But the muscles beneath were hard — defined in a way that made her bite her lip. Her hands traced the lines of his abdomen, feeling the ridges and valleys, the faint scars that had already healed to nothing.
"Your turn," she whispered.
She pushed his pants down and her eyes went wide.
"Oh," she said softly.
Lucian was already fully hard. Nine inches — thick, veined, the tip flushed dark. It jutted from his body at an angle that made Rose’s stomach clench with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
"It’s...so big."
He kicked off his pants completely and settled between her legs again. This time there was nothing between them — just skin against skin, his cock resting against her wet folds, the heat of her core pressing against him.
Rose’s breath hitched. "Lucian..."
He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance. Just the tip — pressing gently against the opening, not pushing, just there. Rose trembled.
"It’s going to hurt at first," he said. "Breathe."
She nodded rapidly. Her fingers found his shoulders and gripped hard enough to leave marks on his pale skin.
He pushed.
Schlik.
The tip slipped inside. Rose gasped — not from pain yet, just from the foreign sensation of being filled. Lucian held still, letting her adjust. Her walls clenched around him instinctively, tight and hot and wet.
"Okay?" he murmured.
"Y-yeah — keep going —"
He pushed further. An inch. Two. The tightness increased. Rose’s breathing changed — shorter, sharper. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders.
"Ah — ah — it’s —"
Rose whimpered.
"I’m sorry," she whispered.
"Don’t apologize."
Lucian leaned down and kissed her and thrust forward in one smooth motion.
Schlik—pop.
Rose screamed into his mouth.
"AHHHNNN—!"
Her whole body went rigid. Her walls clamped down on him so hard
Lucian didn’t move. He held himself buried completely inside her and kissed her forehead.
"Breathe," he whispered against her skin. "Just breathe."
"Okay," she breathed. "Okay. You can — you can move."
Lucian pulled back slowly. Schlik. Rose sucked in a breath through her teeth. He paused halfway out, then pushed back in — gentle, controlled, watching her face for every flinch and wince.
Schlik. Schlik.
Slow. Shallow strokes. Each one drew a small sound from Rose — not quite a moan, not quite a whimper. Something in between. Her fingers relaxed on his shoulders and slid down to his back, resting there lightly.
"More," she whispered.
Lucian increased his pace slightly. Pam. Pam. Pam. The sound of their bodies meeting — soft, wet, rhythmic — filled the quiet room. Rose’s breaths came faster. The pain was fading, replaced by something warm and building.
"Ah — ah — Lucian —"
He kissed her neck, then her ear, then whispered: "You feel so good, Rose."
Her walls clenched around him at the words and she moaned — a real moan this time, low and trembling.
"Ahhnn — don’t say that —"
"Why? It’s true."
"Nnh — it’s embarrassing—"
He thrusted deeper. Pam. Rose’s back arched.
"AH —!"
Her legs locked tighter around him. Her hips began moving on their own — small, tentative rolls that matched his rhythm. The pain was gone now. Completely gone. In its place was something electric, something that built with every stroke, every kiss, every whispered word against her skin.
"Faster," she gasped.
Lucian obeyed. Pam-pam-pam. The bed creaked beneath them. Rose’s moans grew louder — ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhhnn — her fingers raking down his back, leaving red lines on his pale skin.
"Louder," Lucian murmured. "No one can hear you."
Rose let go.
"*AHHH — LUCIAN — ahhhnnhh — harder — please — AHHH —"