Yours, Until Needed
Chapter 33: Intoxication

Chapter 33: Intoxication

Forget about personal space.

Granting my permission got Lucian to close what little distance we had between us. Our lips crashed against each other and if we could, our bodies would’ve been welded together.

I felt so heated everywhere and couldn’t help but ask myself.

Is this what happens to people who remain celibate for so long?

I refused to believe that these moans and groans were coming from me. But even if I turn a deaf ear to that, I can’t deny the fact that I’m practically dry-humping the guy.

And he’s grinding against me in return, driving me insane. The water wasn’t even hot but every spot he touched felt hot, tingling—alive.

I felt so alive.

I was so engrossed in kissing him that I nearly buckled when his hand trailed up my side, and his thumb brushed the underside of my breast.

This beast had the audacity to smirk at my reaction. Nothing is more virginal than almost coming apart from your breast being grazed.

So I nipped on his lower lip, angry at his amusement. Only for his other hand to slide into my hair, gripping gently but firmly, angling my head to deepen this kiss.

He cut off my tantrum and I moaned in his mouth.

"Be good." He sighed, his lips leaving my lips for my jaw and then down to my neck.

If I had been lucid enough, I’d tell him not to leave visible marks. A giant if.

Because the present Eli isn’t. She was very much fine with being Lucian’s drawing board. This Eli cannot bring herself to care about things that were not Lucian. So this Eli tilted her head, giving him more access instead.

Intoxication, this had to be unadulterated intoxication.

This Eli was so drunk in desire that she’d never had before.

But Lucian seemed to be in the right mind, understanding his priorities. I realized that he was soaping me up, running his hands across my body, cupping me everywhere that was possible.

He fully cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing circles into my submerged nipple. Soaped, raw, and very sensitive, I couldn’t stifle the escaping moans.

Lucian touched everything and everywhere but my center.

It was sweet torture. And it felt like he went on for ages. Sensing and enjoying my impatience, Lucian murmured my name into my ear. It’s ticklish and very hot.

She’d try to deny it but this version of Lucian was her current favorite. This version that used his mouth for worthwhile things and only said things her body craved for, was ranked the highest amongst the Lucians that she could tolerate.

My hands have even started attacking his back, demanding he attend to my problem. But he was firm. He stuck to delivering heat everywhere but where I needed it. And I kept on getting distracted by the hard planes of his muscles and the touch of his large calloused hands.

I’ve had it by the time he cupped my ass cheeks, my legs arching in surprise at how his movement opened up my center. I whimpered at the contact, my clit rubbing against his leg sending electric shocks into my brain.

I might die if he keeps this up.

But it may not just be me. Lucian groaned at the contact, the sound sent shivers down my belly. His hand left my ass, only to trail his thumb around my groin. As if massaging me, he put a bit of pressure as he rubbed me into submission.

This bastard was teasing me, and I’m falling for it. My hips were disobedient, looking for more contact, his leg, his hand, his cock.

And fuck propriety and modesty but I ground against him, taking matters into my own hands.

I bit down on my lip as my clit rubbed against his member. And I felt Lucian’s muscles tensing up before hauling me into his arms.

I was so surprised. One moment I was in the water, my body flushed against him, then I had a towel over me as Lucian carried me over and settled me by the sink counter.

"We’re moving, my kitten is impatient."

Said kitten was rewarded with the lewdest towel-drying session in her life. She’s hard at work drying them both while he was working hard on wetting her most sensitive spot.

Not that he had to work hard to achieve that. I was already dripping and by all means very receptive.

Lucian licked whatever Eli missed, he licked her breasts, and rolled her nipples in his tongue, all while burying himself between my legs.

They’re just touching.

And that was the problem.

"Lucian, please." I’m whimpering now.

Pride wouldn’t get me what I wanted, and I had no time for that.

This was courtesy of the past two weeks of getting all hot but never dirty. Something always happened right when they were about to do anything substantial.

"Soon baby, I promise." Lucian, growled this against her skin which earned him another moan.

We’ve both long discovered that calling me "baby" got me clenching. And now, I’m dead sure about being wet. As evidenced by the lewd sounds I’m making as I rocked against him.

To my annoyance, Lucian replaced his member with his hand.

"So wet," he affirmed, as his thumb caressed my folds.

Oh god. What the hell is this?

When he flicked my clit, I saw stars.

And by the time his finger entered me, I was mewling.

He grasped me by the neck, kissing me while he moved his finger. I bucked my hips against his hand, wanting more, needing more contact.

It wasn’t like this was the first time he fingered me. Just the other day, I got a good dose after teasing him about how useless his hands were. That he couldn’t even pick up the package near the door. That earned her a fingering by the door.

But something always happened, so they always had to stop, panting midway, clearly sexually frustrated.

But not today.

Because Lucian was clearly fingering me to fuck me. The difference was obvious. I was being stretched.

He fondled me, kissed me, and sucked on my sensitive parts. Lucian took his sweet time, so when he started increasing his pace, I was suddenly overcome with overwhelming pleasure.

"That’s it," He said as I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was being brought closer to the edge. His ministrations, his scent, and the sounds of our bodies fill my head with everything that’s Lucian.

So when he said "Come for me," I fucking did. Pleasure washed over me in waves, and I couldn’t help but arch against Lucian, trembling as he kissed me through the aftershocks.

I hung onto Lucian while he kissed the top of my head.

"Now I can have you." He whispered into my ear and I swear my nipples hardened against his chest.

I got carried to the bed. Laid down, facing him, my legs spread in front of him.

I should be feeling shame. I should have been ashamed of spreading like this willingly. But the look on his face and the possessiveness in his eyes got me spreading wider.

"Good." He said.

"My baby’s very good."