Chapter 156: Joined pt1

Chapter 156

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on broken only by the synchronized gasps of two people who had finally become one.

Lucian didn’t move for a long, agonizing moment; he remained perfectly still, his massive frame a weight of corded muscle as he fought the primal urge to simply lose himself in her heat and the intoxicating scent of her life-force.

His forehead was pressed firmly against hers, his eyes closed tight as he savored the incredible sensation of her narrow walls clenching around him.

“Isabella,” he groaned, the name vibrating from deep within his chest. Isabella lay pinned to the dark silk, her smaller body trembling under the crushing weight of him.

He was buried so deep within her that she felt every vain against her core. The initial, staggering shock of his size was slowly melting, transforming into an expanding pleasure that made her mind go hazy.

“Are you alright?” he managed to rasp, but Isabella couldn’t find her voice. Every inch of her was screaming with a newfound awareness of him.

The vampire in him stirred, his heightened senses picking up the frantic drumbeat of her heart against her ribs, a rhythmic thrumming that beckoned his fangs to descend.

Tentatively, Lucian withdrew just a fraction, the dragging friction of his wet skin against her sensitive, over-heated walls making Isabella let out a long, shuddering moan that ended in a broken sob.

Then, with a low growl, he pushed back in, filling her back up to the very hilt with a blunt force that made her vision flicker.

The wet sliding of flesh against flesh filled the quiet suite, “Yes… ah.. Lucian, please,” she whimpered, her trembling fingers clawing at the hard muscles of his back, desperate for more.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more sure as he felt her body beginning to adjust and soften for him.

“Isa..bella,” he choked out. Every time his hips slammed against hers, Isabella felt a fresh wave of electricity shoot through her, her core milking him with a primal intensity.

The room was a blur of amber light and shadow, the only reality being the searing, liquid heat where they were joined.

Silent tears of pure sensory overload rolled down her cheeks, her world narrowing down to the feeling of him filling her, breaking her, and putting her back together with every devastating stroke.

Lucian’s legendary restraint was now a distant memory. He began to hammer into her, his breath coming in rasps as he chased his own release.

His large hands, calloused and scorching with a feverish heat, slid up from the silk sheets, dragging over her ribs until they found the heavy weight of her breasts.

He cupped them, squeezed, his thumbs flicking over her peaking nipples with a blunt precision that sent a fresh jolt of lightning straight to her core.

Isabella’s head snapped back, her neck arching until the tendons stood out like taut wires. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her long lashes wet with tears of ecstasy, and her mouth was parted in a silent beautiful scream.

As she exposed the pale length of her throat, Lucian’s fangs pricked the inside of his lip, the metallic tang of his own blood triggering a fierce hunger.

The pulse in her neck was a visible throb, an invitation that his predatory instincts were screaming at him to take.

“Isabella… gods,” Lucian growled, the vibration starting in his chest and traveling through the connection of their bodies.

He watched her—truly watched her—seeing the way her throat worked as she swallowed, the way her chest heaved with the effort of finding air thick with the scent of their union.

She was choking on words, her lips moving silently in a prayer of pleasure, and the sight of her so utterly undone nearly brought him to his knees even as he loomed over her.

Worried that the intensity was pushing her too far, Lucian’s pace slowed. His dragging thrusts became shallower, his hips stopping their brutal pace as he hovered over her, his hot breath hitting her flushed face.

“Isabella?” he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger he was trying to cage once more. “Isabella, look at me. Are you…”

The question died in his throat. Isabella’s eyes snapped open, and they were glowing. Before Lucian—the ancient predator who had spent eons as the one in control—could even register the shift, she moved

With a sudden, feline strength that caught him completely off guard, Isabella reached up and gripped his corded forearms.

The world spun for Lucian as she rolled them over. The ceiling replaced the floor, and the sudden, heavy impact of his back hitting the silk mattress sent a shockwave through his spine.

Lucian lay there, stunned, the air leaving his lungs in a huff. For the first time in his long, storied life, he was the one pinned. He was the one looking up.

Isabella didn’t give him a second to recover. She sat up, straddling his hips, her hair falling around her like a silken curtain.

Her chest rise and fell in time with Lucain’s. “Why did you stop?” she challenged, her voice dropping into that husky, demanding tone that made his cock jump inside her.

Lucian’s hands flew to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin to steady her. He was staring at her with wide, crimson eyes, his nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of her blood rushing close to the surface of her skin.

He had never been under anyone; in every conquest, he was the mountain. But here, with Isabella looming over him, her skin flushed deep pink and her gaze burning, he felt his throne being usurped.

“Isabella, you…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. Isabella didn’t need his words. She reached down between them, her small, pale hand disappearing into the shadows where they were joined.

Because of the flip, he had partially slipped out, the blunt, throbbing head of his cock resting against her weeping entrance. She gripped him in a possessive hold and with a steady, determined movement, she guided him back in while sinking down with all her weight.

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