Chapter sixteen

It's warm. A comfortable warmth that has me snuggling closer to the source. My arms tighten around the furnace that's giving me such wonderful sensations and my brows draw together.

Are furnaces made of skin? Smooth, muscular, hard skin?

My eyelids come apart with some effort due to the sandman's visit. My vision is a bit blurry at first so I use the back of my hand to rub my eyes, dislodging some crust and allowing me to finally take in the sight before me.

I'm laying on his chest, my mouth is right beside his nipple and I have to swallow to resist the urge to take it in my mouth. One of his arms is wrapped securely around my waist while the other is on his stomach.

His stern expression is relaxed in sleep making him look younger and innocent, which is so far from the truth.

The things he did to me last night… a shiver travels up my spine; I've never felt so many things at once. It might be because of my lingering feelings for him or maybe he's just that good.

I feel a full body blush coming up and I try to get off him but he tightens his hold on me and my muscles scream in soreness.

The more I try to wiggle out, the more he pulls me closer until I'm almost unable to breathe. Well there's that; I'll have to think of something extremely smart to get him to release me.

"Lucius! They've come to take me!" I yell in a panicked tone, and before I'm even done with my act, he is wide awake and looking as murderous as ever.

He easily maneuvers me behind him and growls so loudly, I think the building vibrated for a second. His claws were out and the hairs on his body were growing out. "Where are there?" He growls in a voice so unlike his own. I'm beginning to realize that I did not think this through.

His peaceful aura has taken a very drastic change to one filled with menacing intent that strikes fear in my heart. "L..Lu..Lucius." I try to get his attention.

He turns to face me and I gasp and shuffle back until my back is against the headrest and I have nowhere to go. His canines are elongated and larger than any I've seen, contorting his face into something absolutely murderous. His glowing yellow eyes aren't helping either.

He notices how scared I look or probably hears how fast my heart is beating because within seconds his face is back to being handsome as hell but that image is burned in my memory forever.

"What's going on? You said people were here to take you," He says and tries to pull me to him but I flinch causing him to pause.

"I just needed to use the bathroom and you wouldn't let me go," I whisper; my face starts to burn in embarrassment. Saying it out loud just makes me sound ridiculous. What was I thinking?!

He looks at me for a few seconds, searching my face as if trying to comprehend how I could have thought up such nonsense. His lips spread in a slow grin and he drops his face into his palm.

"Belladonna," He drawls in his sleep riddled voice that is deeper than usual and my insides quiver. He scares me half to date but I still want him. I need to seek help.

He starts to chuckle and it escalates into boisterous laughter that shakes his whole body. Just like that, the room brightens and my heart swells with pride at bringing out something so wonderful.

"Oh my dear." He calms down after some time and grins at me. "You should have just said so, no need to be so extreme." He chuckles again and pulls me to him; I don't resist.

He settles me on his lap and takes my chin in his hand, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on my lips. "How are you feeling?" He asks as his free hand massages my thigh causing me to melt onto him.

"Sore. Really sore," I reply and release an involuntary yawn.

His chest vibrates as he hums in response. "I did a number on you, didn't I?" He nuzzles my cheeks. "You're just too tempting to withset." The hand on my thighs moves up to my buttocks. "I'll fix you a warm bath to soothe your sore muscles and then I'll fulfill the promise I made earlier." He kisses my cheek and places me on the bed.

"Promise?" I ask as I draw the sheets up to cover myself in case anyone decides to walk in; though I highly doubt that, it's better to be safe than sorry.

"Don't tell me you forgot." He smirks at me as he stands to his feet and his naked body is on full display for my perverted perusal, making me rub my thighs together. "I'm going to have you ride me, Kitten. You'll ride me slowly so I can feel every stroke until you're mindless with pleasure and slick with sweat so I know you're putting in the fucking effort."

My throat goes completely dry and I try to swallow but it seems my esophagus has suddenly stopped working.

He chuckles and turns away from me, his firm buttocks are the last thing I see before he disappears into the bathroom.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm the awakening fire that had lit up from the image he had presented. I lie on my back, coming face to face with the mirror on the ceiling. I forgot about that.

I look totally wrecked; My cheeks are flushed a dusty pink, my lips are swollen and various bite marks on my neck. Let's not even mention my hair; it's worse than a bird's nest.

Keeping an ear on the bathroom to make sure he's still busy, I move the sheets to the side and release a deep sigh at the state of my body. I make quite a colorful picture.

The worst are my hips and breasts which he is obsessed with for whatever reason. I start to trace his marks with my fingers; they tingle as I pass over them and I can still feel his touch so it isn't long before I'm wet.

One of my hands linger on my breasts while the other slides down to my thighs. My breath becomes deeper and I place my feet flat on the bed, opening myself up as my fingers move from my thighs to my quivering pussy.

Watching myself in the mirror isn't as off-putting as I thought it would be, instead it makes my wetness soak the sheets. I don't take my eyes off the mirror as I insert two fingers and I feel a light sting but I keep going.

I stifle a moan once I'm down to my knuckle. His fingers are bigger than mine but I'll have to make do. Copying his movements the previous night, I start to finger myself, "Lucius," I whisper unconsciously into the room, not noticing the door to the bathroom coming open.

"Oh my.." I moan as I curve my fingers and start moving them faster, my eyes falling shut as I imagine him whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"You're so naughty, Kitten." Lucius husks and I frown. I didn't think that imaginary Lucius was as rebellious as the real one.

Suddenly, my fingers are taken out, causing me to gasp and open my eyes to see Lucius sitting right beside me. He takes my wet fingers into his mouth and wraps his tongue around them, licking them clean while staring into my eyes.

It makes my toes curl and my eyelids heavy. I look up at him through my lashes, "Lucius," I moan lightly and bite my lips to keep the sounds in. I'm behaving like a wanton whore.

"Your bath is ready." He releases my fingers and picks me up and walks straight to the bathroom.

He places me on my feet, in front of the bathtub filled with what I presume is hot water and bends over to place his hand in the water. "It's still warm enough even though we were delayed for a bit." He looks up at me with a glint in his eyes and I look away with a blush.

"You're so cute when you pout like that," He coos and takes my hand. "Get in, be careful."

He's so gentle with me and it makes my heart melt with scalding happiness.

I climb into the tub and sigh in relief as the water surrounds me, my muscles singing in utmost joy. I hear the water splash, causing my eyes to open; I don't know when I closed them.

He sits facing me in the tub with a sigh and stares at me without a word. His legs come to rest between mine and he uses his feet to spread my feet apart, causing the warm water to soothe my most sore area.

"Better?" He asks and I nod, thankful for the steam that does little to hide my red cheeks.

"So tell me more about yourself." He rests back against the tub and looks at me with lazy eyes.

I keep myself busy by playing with the water. "Well, what would you like to know? Can I have the orange bath bomb?"

He stretches his hand and picks up one of the many containers beside his head.

"Thank you," I say as I collect it and start pouring it into the water.

"Whatever you want to tell. What about your parents?"