Immortal Flame

As the first rays of the morning sun stream through the window of their bedchamber, Lucian and Visenya found themselves consumed by an insatiable hunger for each other. Entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pulsated with desire. Visenya throws her head back, her melodic moans filling the air as she rides him with abandon, her movement fluid and hypnotic.

With each thrust, she took him deeper, their harmonious cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Lucian's hands eagerly roam over Visenya's body, caressing every curve and contour with a reverence that bordered on worship.

His fingers deftly find her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her nipples until they stood erect, aching for his touch. With a wicked grin, he takes one hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling it until Visenya moans with pleasure.

His hands grip her hips possessively, guiding her movements as she grinds against him, seeking the sweet release that only he can give. Mesmerized by his endless craving, he buries his face in her neck, his lips trailing a path of fire down her throat as he savors the taste of her skin.

As their passion reaches a fever pitch, Lucian’s lips find Visenya’s, their tongues entwined in a desperate frenzy of need and desire. With sudden urgency, he flips her onto her back, his body pressing down on hers with a delicious weight that leaves her gasping for air. Driven by his ravenous need, he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet warmth with a force that steals her breath away.

Visenya cries out in ecstasy as Lucian pounds into her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge of oblivion. She calls out his name as the first waves of orgasm wash over her, her body convulsing with pleasure as her release crashes over her in a tidal wave of sensation.

Feeling her warm, wet walls clenching around him, Lucian knows he can’t hold on any longer. With a guttural groan, he spills his seed deep inside her, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he empties himself with a force that leaves them both trembling with pleasure.

He collapses on top of her into her loving arms, their breaths heavy and labored, mingling in the warm, intimate space between them. Her fingers gently stroke through his hair, soothing and gentle, as they both bask in the aftermath of their passion.

“I won that round.” Lucian managed to speak through unsteady breaths, his voice husky with satisfaction.

“I’ll give you that, but I won the first two.” She vivaciously teases.

He raises an eyebrow playfully. “You cheated in the second round. You let Delilah take control.”

Visenya smiles mischievously. “She’s a wild one, isn’t she?”

“Mmm… Just how I like it,” Lucian replies with a smirk. “It’s like I get two women in one—an angel and a vixen.”

“Angel?” Visenya’s laughter dances in the air, a symphony of joy that tugs at Lucian’s heartstrings. “I’m quite the spitfire and you know it.”

“Sure, you’re a spitfire,” Lucian whispers as he draws her close and brushes his lips against hers. “But there’s also this unmistakable side of you, soft and nurturing. It makes me feel like a lost child who has finally found his way home after wandering aimlessly through the dark.”

Visenya smiles at his beautiful affirmation as he rests his head against her chest, their connection deeper than words could ever express.

“Does this feel different… You and me? Now that you remember everything from our alternate lives?” Lucian’s voice carries a hint of vulnerability as he breaks the silence, his eyes searching Visenya’s for reassurance.

Visenya’s expression softens, her gaze meeting his with unwavering sincerity. “No, Lucian,” she responds gently, reaching out to caress his cheek. “I don’t want to dwell on that. We don’t need to revisit our past selves. When I look at you, I don’t see that person anymore. I see the man who’s been by my side for the last two years, the one who’s made every moment feel like magic… the man who’s cherished me like a goddess.”

Lucian’s eyelids flutter closed, surrendering to the tenderness of her touch as his heart swells with gratitude and love. Feeling the warmth of her hand against his cheek, he turns his face slightly, pressing his lips to the inside of her palm with reverence.

“You are a goddess,” he whispers softly, his voice filled with awe and admiration, as if he’s uttering a sacred truth that he’s only now fully comprehended.

Their lips meet once more, reigniting the passion between them, until suddenly, a knock echoes through the room, rudely interrupting their intimate moment.

Their lips part, and Lucian leans his head against hers, feeling his manhood already beginning to stiffen again, eager for another round of fervent lovemaking.

“That’s probably the servants your mother said she would send over,” Lucian remarks, his voice tinged with reluctance. “Perhaps we should inform your parents of your awakening.”

“I already did,” Visenya replied. “I mind-linked them after our first… session,” she says, emphasizing the word with a playful wink. “That’s the breakfast I ordered. I remember how ravenous you get after we…” She blushes, the memory of their passionate encounters leaving her speechless.

Lucian smirks at Visenya’s remark, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “You know me well,” he chuckles before gracefully rising from the bed. His naked form exudes a raw, masculine allure, a sight that momentarily captivates Visenya as she watches him stride over to fetch the tray of food left outside the cabin door.

Slowly rising from the bed, her gaze drifts to the mirror where she catches a glimpse of her scarlet hair, the vivid hue a stark contrast to her usual appearance. Reaching out to touch a strand of her locks, her expression reflects a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

Sensing her hesitation, Lucian comes up behind her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, his lips grazing against her neck in a trail of tender kisses, sending shivers down her spine. “I like it,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling her skin. “It suits you.”

Visenya sighs softly, melting into his embrace. “It’s definitely going to take some getting used to,” she admits.

Lucian lifts Visenya into his arms, carrying her with effortless strength back to the bed. “Let me feed you,” he murmurs softly as he lays her down gently on the soft covers.

With a playful gleam in his eyes, he plucks a grape from the tray and places it between his lips, leaning in to offer it to Visenya. She chuckles at the playful gesture, leaning forward to take the grape between her teeth, their lips brushing in a tender exchange as she bites down and savors the sweetness.

“You’re going to feed me like a bird?” Visenya teases, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she gazes up at him.

“That’s right,” Lucian replies with a grin, his voice filled with affection. “My little firebird.” He continues to feed her grapes, each one a symbol of their shared intimacy and love.

As Lucian indulges Visenya with grapes, their playful exchange stirs a deeper longing within them. Sensing the unspoken invitation in his gaze, Visenya’s heart races with anticipation as she meets his intense stare.

With a silent understanding, they abandon the tray of food, their focus shifting solely to each other. Lucian moves closer, his touch electric against her skin as he spreads her legs, his eyes trailing down her body until they meet hers once more.

He positions himself between her thighs, and without hesitation, takes her nipples into his mouth, his lips and tongue working in tandem to elicit moans of pleasure from her.

“I thought you were hungry,” Visenya teases, her voice laced with desire.

“Hungry for you… starving, in fact,” Lucian replies, his words a whispered declaration of his insatiable longing for her.

Their bodies meld together again in a symphony of passion, their lovemaking transcending the physical realm and delving into the depths of their souls. Each touch, each caress, a testament to the fiery connection that bounds them together, igniting a flame that burned brighter with every shared moment.

Time seemed to stand still as she lay entwined in his arms, their hearts beating together as one. Lucian’s fingers gently traced patterns on her back, his touch a soothing balm that healed all aches and wounds.

“I could stay like this forever,” he whispers, his voice filled with contentment.

“And forever we shall,” she replied sleepily, her words a promise of eternal devotion.

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his love enveloping her like a warm quilt. “Sleep, my love,” he said softly, his voice a soothing melody that lulls her into a peaceful slumber.

“Just for a little while,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I promised Mother we’d join everyone for lunch in the garden.”

“Then just for a little while,” he agrees, pulling her closer to him.

“Lucian?” She murmurs softly.

“Hmm?” He answered.

“I love you,” she declared softly, her words echoing in the stillness of the room.

His heart soared at her declaration, his love for her growing stronger with each passing moment. “And I love you,” he whispered back, his words a promise of a love that would endure for eternity.