Fifty-Eight ◑ The Last (18+)

Dimitri's lips were firm and warm. He inhaled softly the moment Lucille's kiss landed on him, and at once she felt herself falling right into the glorious moment.

Falling for him. Fast and hard but agonizingly sweet.

He drew himself closer to her, with one hand propped against the blanket and the other one gently cupping her face. With his fingertips skimming the nape of her neck, he deepened the kiss, his tongue smoothly gliding against hers.

It was her time to suck in a breath, but the passion that burned within her heart turned the right into a low moan.

She kissed him with more fervor, with more urgency, nibbling his lower lip and reveling at the groan that rumbled in his throat. Her hands roamed his chest hungrily, clinging onto his hard muscles and drinking in the warm of his skin. She lifted herself off the blanket and draped her body on his lap, not breaking their connection.

Dimitri accepted her weight, wrapping an arm around her waist, but he pulled away from her just enough to whisper, "Are you sure?"

"Are you?" she whispered back, her voice jerky with lust.

He kissed her once. "Of course. But are you?"

Lucille could only nod. Her skin was singing. The fact that her body was pressed against his was driving her to near insanity just by desire alone. She vaguely noticed that she was moving on top of him, creating friction, but she hardly cared.

"Not here." He smiled and planted a lingering, almost chaste kiss on the tip of her nose. "Let's go in."

Again, she could only nod in agreement. With that, he picked her up in his arms as though she weighed nothing, getting to his feet. Then, he began to carry her towards the dark inn.

She couldn't wait. The shift of her body on his with every step he took only added to the fire inside her. She found herself burying her face onto his neck as they got inside, drinking in the sweet scent emanating off his skin. She caressed his back with one hand, all the while twisting his hair with the other.

As they stopped in front of her room, she pulled him close and nibbled on his ear. He groaned once, kicking the door open and striding inside.

And the door of the bedroom barely closed behind them when he put her down, pressed her against the wall, and kissed her again.

This time, it was different. Different from all the kisses she had ever experienced in her whole life, different even from the ones she had shared with him.

His mouth was slow, gentle, just skimming over hers, but every point of contact resonated in her entire body, making her stand on edge. His hands moved up and down her waist, occasionally dipping lower and yanking up the hem of her dress.

The brief touch of his rough and warm palms against her upper thighs turned her sensitized nerves into nothing but coils of hot wire, tensed and ready, but his soft kisses melted her back into putty.

Lucille backed against the wall, so overcome with desire she could barely stand. She held her body against him, her hips rubbing against his, but this didn't make him hasten his pace. Instead, he went even slower.

*We have all the time in the world,* he seemed to say as he spun her around and gently laid her on the bed. *We have forever.*

She was drunk on him now, on his heat, his firmness, and his tender ways. She was spell-bound. When he began to undo the front buttons of her dress, she was reduced into a panting, hot pool of need. His knuckles brushing against her skin was enough to make her moan.

It only intensified as he eased the dress down her legs, baring her body for him to see.

"You're beautiful," he said softly, his eyes going hazy with affection as he stared at her.

She reached out to pull him to her, to take off his shirt, but her arms felt too heavy. She just lied there, feeling her nerves heat up as his gaze stayed on hers.

"Come to me," she breathed, "Come here. Come close."

Dimitri smiled. Propping on knee on the mattress, he peeled off his shirt in one fluid motion and leaned down to take her mouth again.

A soft exhale escaped his lips as she reached to tug his pants down, and the sound of it shot straight into her core. He stepped out of the rest of his clothes, but instead of joining her on the bed, he knelt at the bottom, closed his hands on the back of her knees, and opened her legs to him.

Then, he lowered his head and began to feast.

The first touch of his tongue on her core nearly made her heart explode. One of his hands was on her thigh, going around her backside, caressing her skin with his palm. As he swiped his mouth along her slit, he reached up and traced the swell of her breasts with his fingertips, using the pad of his thumb to flick over her nipple.

She threw her head back. The pleasure was almost blinding. She tried to brace herself for the buildup, but it was rocketing way too fast for her to keep up.

Dimitri's eyes flickered to hers as lips moved slowly, almost tentatively. And when he started to suck gently on her bud, it was over.

It was all it took to push her over the edge and cry out in a shattering orgasm.

For a moment, Lucille couldn't see anything. She was just floating. By the time she recovered from her high, Dimitri was already climbing on top of her with a small smile on his face.

She arched her back, yearning for his skin to touch hers, and he responded by flipping her around so that she was on top of him.

The gesture was simple, but it created an intoxicating mix of power and passion inside her.

Lucille moved her hips, sliding herself along Dimitri's length. His eyes darkened with an almost feral kind of lust. Holding her waist, he sat up and closed his lips over her nipple, flicking his tongue and gently sucking while rubbing the other with his thumb.

Her hips began to pump by themselves, gathering speed in contrast to his leisurely pace. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers bunching in his hair, and moaned his name in his ear.

The air shimmered with something new, something magical. It wasn't just the pleasure. It wasn't just because she knew they were making love. It was because it was with him.

"Dimitri," she breathed, holding his gaze as his eyes fluttered open and met hers. "I love you."

The intensity in his gaze simmered and changed into something warmer, and she all but melted right on top of him.

Dimitri lifted her up, positioned himself under her entrance, and slowly lowered her on his length. She gasped, her walls stretching to accommodate him, even though he didn't go all the way in. He was so hard and so warm, tantalizingly sliding inside her in a mind-shattering pace. In a daze, she pushed her hips forward and took in all of him at once, locking her arms and legs around him.

He groaned as she cried out, both in pleasure and in shock of the sensation of him inside her. She sat there, frozen on top of him, reveling at their connection.

Their gazes met, searing with desire. Dimitri bit his lip briefly, gripped her hard by the waist, and began to move inside her.

It was nothing like she ever experienced. There was something so sweet about this, something so intense. Their bodies collided in perfect harmony, their breaths almost intertwined.

She pulled his hair as she threw her head back, her entire core vibrating with pleasure. He nibbled at her ear, whispering something she couldn't understand, but his voice was enough to make her heart flutter.

Deeper and deeper he arrowed into her, slowly losing himself with every thrust. She was disintegrating right under his touch, scattering like the aftermath of an exploding star. She was nothing but sensation now, a growing collection of intense feelings begging to be released.

And that release happened all at once.

Dimitri reached between them and rubbed her swollen bud as he pushed more urgently in and out of her, his touch soft in contrast to his thrusts. Her hips bucked once, the pleasure arching all over her body, right to the tips of her toes.

Lucille crashed her lips on his. He smiled, shifting her in one sweep so that she laid under him.

"I love you," he whispered, moving into her once more, slowly and deeply this time. "I love you."

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The morning light slanting through the windows pierced Lucille's consciousness like sharp spears, making her flinch before her brain even began to work properly.

She was on her bed, lying face first on the mattress with the covers draped on her bare body. As she turned away from the window, memories of last night began to flood her head.

The bracelet, the beach, the sea, and Dimitri.

Dimitri, who'd confessed his entire feelings to her and made love to her right after. It was everything she wanted, so much more than what she'd dreamed of. Just like him. He was so much more.

They still had a lot of things to do and figure out, but the love swelling in her heart made her think everything was possible.

With a smile, she turned to her side, reaching out for Dimitri. However, her hand touched nothing but the wrinkled sheets and covers.

A bolt of electricity went up Lucille's spine, making her jolt up. The room was empty except for her. The only trace left of Dimitri was his clothes, which were still on the floor and on the bed.

Her heart began to hammer fast. They'd fallen asleep in each other's arms. Yeah, he could've left for something important, but why would his clothes still be here?

"Dimitri?" she called out tentatively.

No answer.

Lucille leapt off the bed, shrugged on last night's dress, and headed out of the room. The battered hallways were empty as usual, but there was something quite sinister about the absence of all kinds of noise.

"Dimitri?" she called out again, walking down the hallway, and surprisingly, one of the doors opened.

It was Keiran, still dressed in last night's clothes.

"What are you yelling about?" he demanded.

"I can't find Dimitri." She tried to keep her voice casual. "He wasn't anywhere when I woke up and. . . ."

She faltered at his knowing expression. It was almost as though this confirmed his worst suspicions. Suddenly the memory of the brothers fading before her eyes resurfaced. Fear flowed in her veins like a potent poison.

Had Dimitri faded into the past?


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