Chapter 181: Lucien Elias Lenica.
~Alexis’s POV~
It always starts the same. The room goes quiet. The wind stills. The silk curtains stop moving, no longer dancing with the night breeze. And I feel the intensive pull.
That slow, burning ache at the base of my spine. A presence that doesn’t ask permission to enter my world but owns it the moment he arrives.
I sit up in bed, my heart pounding. The moonlight spills in across the wooden floor, pale and soft, but there’s a heat in the room that doesn’t belong. I should be afraid. I want to be. But my thighs clench instead.
And then he's there.
Leaning against the frame of my bedroom door like he’d never left since that night, looking all Tall. All dark leather and shadows, with those red eyes that never stop watching me, not even when he pretends to look away.
“Still wearing white to bed, little Fae?” His voice is smooth, no crack edges, it reminded of the chocolate dessert served during fae festivals.
My breath catches. “You disappeared,” I whisper. “You gave me your pendant and vanished. Who the hell are you? And why do you keep appearing in my dreams?”
He steps forward. “You already know.”
He’s in front of me before I can blink. One hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to bare my neck. My heart kicks wildly as his nose brushes my skin.
“Your blood called to me the day you saved my life. I resisted. Thought I could leave.” His mouth hovers over my throat. “But now... now I can’t sleep without hearing you moan in my head. Can’t breathe without imagining the taste of you.”
My thighs are trembling. I wanted him to kiss me, make me come fast and hard. But instead I say, “I’m not afraid of you,” which of course is a lie.
“No,” he growls, lips grazing my ear. “But you should be.”
His tongue traces the line of my pulse. I whimper, heat flooding my cunt. Then he says it, low and menacing tone.
“I’m a vampire, Alexis.”
My heart jerks. His mouth is back at my ear, voice ragged.
“I don’t feed from just anyone. But you—” His hand slides between my legs through the thin silk of my sleep dress. I gasp. “You’re fire. You’re the sweetest fucking addiction. And when I tasted your blood... it lit a fire in my soul.” He pushes the fabric aside. “And in my cock.”
I should scream. Push him away. But I’m already soaked. Already arching into his touch.
“You want me to fuck you, Alexis?” he asks, mouth barely brushing mine. “Say it.”
“Yes.” I moan into his lips. “I want you.”
In one swift motion, he lifts me, tossing me onto the bed with supernatural ease. His weight follows me, strong thighs caging mine open, hands yanking down my dress and baring my breasts.
His mouth claims one nipple, suckling hard while his hand works between my legs, slick and teasing. My fingers tangle in his hair, crying out when his teeth graze me.
Then he pulls back, panting. His eyes are glowing now. “I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name, Alexis.”
And he does.
He drives into me without warning, a deep, hard thrust that has me gasping as his cock stretches me open. I have tasted fae guys but none has such magnificent skills. I shudder, my nails clawing down his back.
“Gods,” I choke. “You feel…”
“Say it.” His hand wraps around my throat, not tight, just enough to hold me still. He was being rough today, but I like it. “Say I make you feel like seeing stars."
“You make me feel like I’m burning alive.” I say instead. I wasn't lying. He makes me feel that way. It was a new experience I didn't want to end.
He groans into my neck. “That’s because you are.”
He fucks me like he’s starving. Each thrust is bruising and raw, but I loved it, I held onto him because I need him, because every time his pelvis grinds into mine, I see stars. Gods, no one has ever made me feel this way. I wrap my hands and legs around him, desperate and wild, like I have been waiting for this moment my entire life.
Then he bites me.
His fangs sink into the crook of my neck, and everything inside me explodes. It’s not pain. It’s blinding, total intoxication.
The orgasm hits so hard I scream, my back arched violently off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My inner walls clamp down, milking him, and he groans into my skin like a beast finally freed.
The bite... gods, the bite. He didn't neither the pleasure and his cock still inside me.
He drinks from me like I’m the only thing that can quench centuries of thirst. My body convulses with another climax, sudden and violent, my head spinning from the pleasure and blood loss and the weight of his body pinning me down.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are stained red, his red eyes darker than before. He licks the wound on my neck and it seals with a tingling shiver.
“You taste like apples and berries,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. “I’m never letting you go.”
I can’t speak. My throat is raw from moaning, from screaming. My legs tremble around his waist. He pulls out slowly, only to push back in, gentler now, slower, dragging the head of his cock over my clit rubbing on it, making me whimper from overstimulation.
“I should stop,” he breathes. “But I need more. Just one more taste.”
His fangs graze my skin again. I moan like a creature possessed, begging him without words.
He bites again, and I come undone.
Another climax wracks me, my third, maybe fourth, I can’t keep count. My entire body seizes, and he growls against my throat as he finally releases deep inside me, heat flooding my cunt.
He collapses beside me, chest heaving. My body still trembles, my heart racing as if I were a hummingbird trapped in a cage.
“I’ll come again,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Every time the hunger gets too much. Every time your blood calls me.”
“You said it burns in your soul,” I whisper. “And your cock.” I was trying to fill in the sudden stillness.
He laughs, deep and rough. “It still does.”
I turn to face him, half-drunk on whatever magic he poured into me. “What’s your name?”
His lips brush mine. “Lucien, Elias Lenica but call me, call me Lucien.”
My eyes flutter. “Are you real?”
“I’m the dream you’ll crave every night until I make you mine again. And yes, I am very real."
Then, just like that, he disappears.
But his pendant is still on my neck. And my neck still aches from his bite.
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