Chapter 33: Taste the forbidden

Lucien’s POV

She was already a tangled mess before she realised. From the way she reacted to every touch. His skin burned under mine, I was certain her mind was too dazed

That didn’t stop me either.

“More please…” She whimpered. I chuckled against her skin.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” I needed an affirmation. She nodded absentmindedly, pulling closer as the desperation ate her.

Her eyes were glossy, lips slightly parted. She struggled to breathe, as if the air was foreign to her lungs.

I tugged off her panties, pulling them down deliberately, slowly to raise the anticipation. She was wet, so wet she was completely soaked.

My poor viper must have been neglected by that bastard for a long while. “Lynn..” I called her name. She nodded back still dazed.

I wanted to say she should not regret this by tomorrow, but a part of me wants her to. To see how she would handle it. Would she evade me as guilt ate into her bones? I wanted to taint her so that Raphael wouldn’t be able to recognise the woman he married.

Even if she went back to him, she would forever remember my touch, which wasn’t the same as his.

My fingers traced the edges of her cunt, Damn she was so sensitive. She shuddered like a simple touch like this could make her completely unravelled and she had it coming for me

At this rate, I might come in my trousers. I was fighting the urge to take her to some cabin hidden on the mountain, where I could fuck the senses out of her day and night until my scent was completely entangled with hers and that was just the start.

I circled her clit, feeling the way her body shivered with need. Her legs struggled to close trying to escape it because she couldn’t handle just this much.

Slow and languid my fingers went in. Her folds instantly clenched around them. She was half whimpering and moaning before I started to move our lips met once again.

It was a fiery kiss, her lips easily parted for our tongues to tangle. Then I started to move slowly at first, but enough to make her moan. Her folds were tight I couldn’t help but imagine how they would squeeze the living daylight out of me if I was fucking her directly

The sheer thought of that made me throb, my cock struggling within my trousers. We both moaned into each other’s mouths. My thrust was frustratingly slow, and she attempted to rock her hips against my finger.

My free hand held her down. “No need to rush, Lynn, just feel it,” I whispered into her ears after breaking the kiss.

“I can’t…” She gasped between a moan. I pinched her folds before thrusting into them. She moaned calling out a name that made me freeze

“Raph…” I bit her earlobes and withdrew. She cried out, desperately clinging, clawing into my shoulders.

“Don’t…” A cruel smile grazed with lips.

“You called the wrong name, Lynn, and deserve to be punished.” I hissed. She blinked at me with those glossy eyes that almost made me go down to my knees only if she knew how much power she had.

“Bad girls deserve to be punished.” I adjusted her butt pressing her wet folds against my bulge that was barely restrained by my PJ trousers. She squirmed due to the heat still adjusting to the contact.

Smack!!

My palm ran across her butt. She recoiled and then moaned out my name loudly. “Lucien!!”

I rubbed the spot again, then smacked her, over and over again. She shuddered and squirmed each time, moaning my name louder as her brain mixed up pleasure and pain.

She was crying, but moaned, and I knew she loved it as much as those sweet moans were driving me nuts. How wet her pussy, which was rubbing against my bulge, became a testament to that. She was so close to coming.

“Oh my gosh.. Lucien.”

“That’s right Lynn. That’s the only name you can call our stop.” I threatened kissing the crook of her neck as my fingers went in again. She was already dripping for me.

“Yes, Lucien.” She answered pushing herself against me to do deep. I started thrusting again, feeling and exploring as far as I could. Finding out her spots, which I remember.

She kept on moaning my name. Her fingers tattooed my back which I didn’t mind. Braelyn was too drunk with the bliss. She didn’t notice the change in the room which I was glad for.

“Do you know what makes this more exciting?” I asked her despite knowing she couldn’t think straight right now. She mindlessly shook her head and continued chasing her release.

“What makes cheating more thrilling is the thought of being caught? Even Raphael must understand that much….” I drawled my eyes locked at the door.

A pair of similar hazel eyes stared back at me..his entire body froze. He had been that way since he stepped into the kitchen, too stunned to believe his eyes.

“But you aren’t cheating since this is an open marriage.” I taunted with a smirk. My sweet Braelyn played along without knowing.

“Please I need more than fingers.” She pleaded. I smiled, still not moving my gaze from Raphael, her dear husband. His jaw clenched and flexed. His hand holding the door handle was clenched so hard it was pale with all his veins bulging.

“How much more?” I asked her, whispering into her ears as I thrust fast.

“Your cock…” The brave queen said. I have never been so proud, but unfortunately, I couldn’t give her that yet. Not tonight and not here…I loved the long game, it made victory more savoury.

Raphael, already pale-faced, turned ghastly like a ghost. “Sorry, Lynn, but my mouth will do for now,” I said, not breaking eye contact with Raphael until I leaned down to her wet cunt.

She threw her head back, staring at the ceiling, while I marvelled at the view before me. She was more alluring once completely unravelled.

I lapped her folds out tasting her and savouring every taste while my fingers continued to explore her inside. Thrusting and pinching her folds while periodically circling her clit. My mouth devoured her and even left some love bites which completely shattered her.

She loved the pain, her moans were the evidence and when she finally came in my face.

It was completely messed up. Her body shuddered as her juices poured out which I licked every single drop.

I glanced back at the door. Raphael was gone already, and the door was left ajar. I wondered if he saw the finale

Braelyn was still gasping, struggling to breathe. I stepped back to mark this picture of the disaster I made. Our eyes met, and several emotions ran through those emerald eyes

Astonishment at first then slowly it flickered… Guilt

She nervously swallowed, the clarity was dawning back on her, and the severity of things was hitting her.

She averted her eyes, then hopped off the counter, refusing to hold my gaze. “It’s past my bedtime.” That was all she could come up with before she ran, forgetting her panties that were tossed on the floor..

How cute, but still devastatingly addictive.

She’d run, of course. They always do after they fall. But the damage was already done she tasted it.. she will be back for more

And Raphael knew it.

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