Chapter 170: The taste of the forbidden

Braelyn’s POV

My throat went dry. I couldn’t pry my eyes away from him. I managed to find the words. “I already told you what I wanted, Lucien…” I whispered, my voice barely holding together.

“Show me how sweet something forbidden can be…” I added, and something dark and hungry flickered in his hazel eyes. His smirk deepened, as he closed the distance between us. Every footstep felt like it took forever, the cold night air wrapping around my bare skin, making my nipples tighten even more.

My entire body was more than ready. Just the brush of the wind made my folds clench, aching desperately. He stopped right in front of me, the heat radiating off him like a promise.

The blunt tip of him pressed against my entrance. The heat was imminent, his tip was slick with precum, teasing but not moving. I could feel him twitch at the entrance. He released a muffled groan before cursing something inaudible.

I sucked in a breath, my hips shifting forward on instinct, trying to take him in, rubbing desperately against him. He didn’t let me. He clamped down on my thighs.

“Patience Viper. Soon, we will have all of me.” He said hoarsely. I could barely register the words because my head was turning muddled like I was drunk….Maybe I was, but it wasn’t the alcohol. It was an unrestrained desire that was consuming me.

Lucien leaned down, one hand sliding up my thigh to hold me still, the other tangling in my hair. His breath fanned on my face carrying the scent of the whiskey he was drinking earlier.

His finger rubbed my cheek before hovering over my lips. He had me in a trance. His words slurred out like a charm. “You’re beautiful. ” he chimed. It wasn’t a fancy confession but it made my stomach flutter. He was smiling sweetly at me and then

His mouth crashed against mine. There was no warning or gentleness. It was a kiss meant to devour, to silence every doubt, every thought that this was wrong. His teeth nibbled my lower lip. A gasp akin to a moan slipped out, then his tongue swept in, claiming, tasting me like I was the only thing keeping him sane.

I moaned into his mouth, purring at the taste of his lips while my hands were clutching at his shoulders to anchor me against the intense desire that was leaving me dizzy, my nails dug into his shoulders.

The kiss swallowed the sound, swallowed everything. He kissed me like punishment and reward all at once, teeth grazing my lip, sucking until I felt it in my core

.

Completely devoured by the kiss to the extent I couldn’t register anything, not even the cold breeze brushing my skin, giving me goosebumps. His tip, which had been teasing my entrance all this while, pushed through my entrance with a single thrust.

I froze, tears hung at the corner of my eyes as I hadn’t expected the intrusion or for it to literally tear my insides apart. I wanted to break the kiss and arched back but he held me still swallowing my whimpers and moans

The thrust was one long, relentless push, he tried to bury as much of himself into me until there was nothing more to fill.

He was large without a doubt. I had expected this, but damn. He was ripping apart despite not being a virgin; it felt like he ripped my hymen all over again. My fingers dug into his shoulder until I drew out blood

The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I didn’t even realise I bit his lips. He groaned into my mouth, forcing his lips to part.

“You are fucking tight..” he cussed, and I blushed, gasping for air while my nails still dug into his shoulder blade. He didn’t move yet and leaned towards my ears.

“Breathe braelyn, Braelyn. Don’t tell me Raphael never stretched your walls.” I blushed harder.

My voice came out like a whisper. “It’s been months since the last time I even had sex with him,” I admitted.

He grinned. “That’s a shame. I would have to work hard to stretch your walls again.” He shamelessly said.

My body stretched around him; my insides were so full that it was hard for him to move. His thickness forced my walls to yield in a way that stole the air from my lungs.

Tears from the corners of my eyes, only when I was trembling, breathless, completely lost in his mouth did he pull back just enough to look at me. His eyes were almost black now, pupils blown wide.

“Hold on, Viper,” he rasped against my lips. Sensation of being split open, claimed so completely I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. He held my waist firmly and pulled back until it was left just his tip, and without a word, slammed back in, burying more of himself inside me. My breath caught

My butt was scrubbed against the metal surface, moving backwards a bit. He groaned, I could feel my folds squeeze the life out of him. The second thrust definitely pushed something in my womb…

“bloody hell”….I gasped then cried out, my head falling back against the warm metal of the boot. My legs tightened around his waist on instinct, pulling him deeper even as my body struggled to adjust.

“Fuck It…” The word tore out of me, broken and raw.

Lucien stilled, buried deep. He pulled me back, pressing his forehead against mine. His breath was ragged, muscles trembling under my hands like it was taking everything in him not to move yet.

“Breathe,” he murmured, voice rough but gentle, thumb brushing away a tear that had slipped free. “You’re taking me so perfectly… look at you.”

Another tear escaped as I clenched around him involuntarily, the stretch still bordering on too much. But beneath the burn was something else..something dark and addictive that made my hips roll despite the tears.

He felt it. His jaw clenched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Still with me?” he asked, lips brushing mine again.

I nodded, unable to form words, and dragged his mouth back to mine. That was all the permission he needed. He let me adjust for a bit

He pulled back again agonisingly slowly till the tip, then drove in again, harder this time, seating himself better. There was no way I could take him completely. I was still stunned I could even take in this much.

The third thrust sent sparks exploding behind my eyes. Tears clung to my lashes, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted the ruin he’d promised.

“Lucien…” His name left my lips like a plea. He started moving with deep, slow strokes at first, letting me feel every thick inch dragging against my walls, stretching me over and over. Each thrust pushed a broken sound from my throat, tears slipping freely now, but my body welcomed him eagerly adjusting with every drive as he slowly increased his pace until the burn melted into pure, blinding pleasure

The car rocked beneath us with the force of it. Cold air kissed my exposed skin, but his body was on fire, his mouth back on mine, swallowing every cry.

Forbidden had never tasted this good.

And I was already addicted.

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