71: Breath-taking

**Warning! Sexual content**

**Tristan**

“Now it’s time for me to let my body show you how much I love you.”

Lucien squeezed teasingly at my thighs, forcing a surprised gasp from my lips. He smirked wickedly at my reaction and then slowly moved his hands to my inner thighs, gently rubbing at them until he got between my hips. That was when his hands worked hastily as they unbuttoned and removed my pants. I was now only in my underwear and yet, he was still fully clothed. I didn’t quite like that. Lucien had seen me naked countless times, yet I’d only seen a peak of his skin when I was fighting with Ambrose. And so, as he was about to grab at my underwear, I placed my hands on his torso and then slid them to the hem of his shirt. He froze immediately and then quickly placed his hands on top of mine, holding them in place. I was slightly startled, even more so when I saw the terrified look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked concerned.

Lucien bit nervously at his lower lip and then sighed. “My body is… covered in scars. Usually I don’t mind people seeing them but…” He then paused, and as he gazed down at me, I saw a conflicted look in his eyes. Then, he shook his head and removed my hands from his shirt before replacing them with his. “Just look,” he said as he pulled it over his head.

I’d barely seen his scars previously, but now that he had more of his skin exposed, I was surprised at how far they spread. Almost his whole torso was haunted by the ghosts of old claw marks and gashes. It saddened me to think of how young he must have gotten them for them to have stayed so deep in his skin instead of healing. Instinctively I reached out and touched at one of the scars across his chest. I felt him tense up immediately and so I gently traced a finger across it to put him at ease. His skin was warm and soft and smooth and even though he was covered in scars, it did nothing to hide the breath-taking beauty of his body. Eventually I became so engrossed with his naked skin that I let my fingers explore the rest of it. My hands roamed from his chest, down to the defined grooves of his abdominal muscles, tracing carefully over every single muscle and scar of his.

“I was so afraid that you’d take one look at me and find me disgusting,” as Lucien said this, I looked up at him and felt my heart tighten in my chest. The look on his face was so vulnerable and intense that I wanted to cry for him. It was as though he expected me to find a reason for him to be unworthy of my love. But the look on his face disappeared as he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear and was replaced by a softer, gentler look. “But I can see now by the look in your eyes, that it’s the exact opposite.”

My hands moved to his back, and I brought him close enough to me so that our bare skin was touching. I almost moaned at the pleasurable feeling of the heat of his body against mine but restrained myself.

“How could you ever think I’d find you disgusting, Lucien? You’re beautiful, scars and all.” I said softly. He let out a shaky breath and then moved his hand to my cheek before letting his thumb brush over my lower lip. I shut my eyes as I savoured the feeling of his soft skin on mine.

“Say it again.” He whispered.

I opened my eyes and a tight knot formed in my stomach and the heat between my thighs became hotter as I saw the redness of desire burning in his eyes. They burned so intensely and demanded so firmly that I found myself completely hypnotised by him. I might have been much stronger than he was, but when he looked at me like that, I could barely keep myself from completely unravelling in front of him.

“Y-you’re…” but I could barely get my words out. I was too overwhelmed… too intoxicated by him.

Lucien smirked, well aware of the effect he had on me. Then, he leaned into my ear, and I felt myself shiver as he said lowly, “Say it again, Tristan.”

I bit my lip and then gripped tighter onto his back before willing myself to say, “You’re beautiful, Lucien.”

And despite the fact that he knew I’d completely and utterly surrendered to him he had the nerve to say, “You, Tristan Spectra, are my undoing,” before letting his tongue trace against the outside of my ear. This time I didn’t even try to hold back the dirty moan that left my lips.

“And you’re so good at showing me that I’m yours.” He said as he touched at the mark I’d given him. He then reached for one of my hands and lifted himself slightly off of me before placing it against his cheek.

“This is yours…” he said, and then slid my hand down to his neck, then repeated what he’d said before. By the time he got to his chest, I was practically throbbing between my legs, even more so when he said that phrase again. He continued to physically demonstrate every inch of him that was mine and when we got to his hips, he tightened his grip on my hand and then placed it against the bulge in his pants. I let my teeth tug at my lower lip as I felt him throb beneath my fingers and he growled lowly before saying, “Every inch of this is yours too.” I was almost disappointed when he moved my hand further down, guiding it slowly down his thigh. Once he was finished with showing me what belonged to me, he smirked, leaned down and then whispered against my lips, “Now, let me show you what belongs to me.”

The way he said it was enough to have my toes curling in anticipation. Instead of using his hands like before, he used his lips. First, he placed them tenderly against my forehead, my nose and then his lips lingered a little longer on my lips as he kissed me deeply. I moaned into his mouth and felt him smile against my lips.

“I fucking love it when you moan.” He said as he pulled away. “I want to hear more of it.”

With that, he moved his lips to my jaw, kissing gently against it until he moved to my neck where his kisses became a little less gentle. They were warm and occasionally he’d open his mouth and suck eagerly against my skin which would make me release some of the most embarrassing sounds I’d ever made from my mouth. When he got to the mark he’d made earlier on, he let his tongue swirl and suck harshly against my skin and I couldn’t help but squirm in absolute pleasure underneath him. Then, he moved to my chest, placed a few wet kisses against my skin and moved down to my hips. When he got to my panties, he looked up at me. I’d never seen a look quite so carnal before and it had me terrified in the most exciting way possible.

“This,” he said before leaning down and placing a kiss against my underwear, “is undeniably mine.”

I felt my breath catch in my throat and he gripped at my thighs and let his lips taint every inch of them. By now I was sure that I’d become so wet that my panties were completely soaked, and I was proved right when Lucien placed his fingers against them and growled lowly. “Fuck… you’re practically bursting for me. I really want to go slow Tristan, but I might just lose myself completely and devour you.” His hands then returned to my chest before snaking around my back and unclasping my bra. “We’ll see how long I can be well-behaved for.”

But the dark and erotic look in his eyes told me that he wouldn’t be behaving for long. I didn’t mind though.

Once Lucien had gotten my bra off, his hands immediately made their way to my chest. I moaned loudly as I felt them cup at my breasts and arched my back as his fingers started to squeeze at them.

“Good girl, moan just like that for me.” He said and then he let his tongue replace one of his hands. I was a moaning mess underneath him, with the feeling of the wetness of his tongue and the warmth of his hand driving me completely insane. I slowly placed my hands in his hair and the more he teased and tasted my chest, the harder I tugged and the louder he’d growl.

Eventually he moved away from my chest and let his mouth attach itself to my underwear. I watched him as he used his teeth to drag it down my legs and then remove it from my body. After that he let his lips leave wet kisses against my legs, stopping only when he reached between my inner thighs. I could feel his breath against my entrance, and I had to resist the urge to rub my thighs together. The moment Lucien leaned down and touched his lips to my skin I sank further into the bed and sighed. Lucien’s tongue teased up against me, swirling slowly around my clit and then wandering up and down. I could barely catch my breath from all of the moaning I was doing and judging by the way Lucien would smile against me, he was loving every second of hearing what a mess I was for him. By the time I’d started tightening up and throbbing against his tongue he stopped, much to my disappointment, and then licked his lips.

He chuckled when he saw the look on my face and then said, “It’s just as torturous for me as it is for you, especially when you taste so good. But don’t worry, I’ll take that look of disappointment off of your face soon and have it all twisted up in the most delicious look of pleasure the world has ever seen.”

I smiled up at him and then said, “Promise?”

He leaned down and then gently kissed me before whispering, “Promise. Now let me get between those legs of yours.”

I spread my legs wider, and he moved between them before letting his hands move to the waistband of his pants. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his fingers as he fidgeted with the button of his pants and then, once he’d gotten it undone, he dragged the fabric down his legs and off of him. I could see that as much as I was a wet mess for him, he was a throbbing , hard mess for me too. As soon as he got his underwear off, I realised that the lower half of him was just as impressive- perhaps even more so- than his top half, especially between his legs. He then reached over to one of his draws and from it retrieved a condom which he hastily placed on himself. 

“So, I guess we’ve both seen each other naked now. Still as beautiful as you initially thought?” He asked with a wide grin on his face.

I laughed and then nodded before reaching my hand up to his cheek and saying, “Absolutely breath-taking.”

That was when his grin disappeared and the mischievous look on his face was quickly replace by the familiar look of hunger and desire.

“I think I’ve been well-behaved enough for today… so forgive me for being completely undone by you.” The sound of his voice alone had me completely undone by him.

Lucien immediately grabbed at my hands and pinned them up tightly against the bed and then he lowered himself down.

“Move with me,” he said before entering into me. Seeing how big Lucien was and feeling it was two different things. The further he went, the more my toes curled and the more I tightened up around him until he was completely inside. My legs slowly snaked around his torso so that I could use them to move my hips against his. Lucien kept true to his words, not at all holding back. His movements were rough and deep and hard, and I almost struggled to keep up with him. But I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed the way he moaned and growled each time our hips met. I enjoyed that look of absolute pleasure on his face. I enjoyed the way he kissed me as we made love. But most importantly, I loved the way he whispered my name and told me he loved me each time his lips parted from mine. Eventually he started picking up speed, and I’d eventually gotten into sync with him. His fingers dug in my sides and mine dug deep into his back. All I could feel and think about was how good it felt to be this close to him, to smell his scent, to feel his heat, to taste his lips. I’d never felt anything quite so pleasurable, and I could feel myself edge closer and closer to an orgasm the more our hips thrusted against each other.

Lucien then pulled out and used his hands to guide me to turn me over before saying, “On your hands and knees.”

I obeyed him wordlessly and got up onto my hands and knees despite them being shaky. Lucien then grabbed at my hands and pulled them behind me, using them to hold me up. Then, he took me from behind, and as he did, he’d place wet kisses against my back. My body was in absolute heaven by now and I was grateful that no one lived nearby to hear all of these dirty sounds leaving my mouth and his.

“L-Lucien… I…I…” I tried to tell him I was close, but a series of moans took over instead.

“Me too!” He yelled out. And just a few moments after he did, I completely succumbed to pleasure with my back arching and my limbs almost giving out. Lucien pressed his hips deeper into mine and let out a loud groan as he succumbed to the same fate as me. Then, we collapsed to the bed. I turned back around so my back was against the mattress and Lucien rested his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around me. Both of us were now panting heavily and our warm skin was covered in sweat. Lucien looked up at me and smiled brightly before reaching up and kissing me. It was a sweet and gentle kiss and afterward he said softly, “I love you.”

I smiled, kissed his cheek and then said, “I guess I have *some* feelings for you too.”

Lucien gasped and then frowned deeply. “I just told you I love you and that’s what you have to say to me?”

I smirked. “Maybe if you kiss me again, I’ll change my response.”

He chuckled, leaned in again and this time he kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth with his tongue and biting at my bottom lip as he pulled away. “I love you, Tristan.” He said again.

“I love you too, Lucien.”