Chapter 74: In My Arms

Lucian’s POV

I stayed buried inside her without moving for a long moment, giving her body time to adjust around me. She was incredibly tight, and the small movements she couldn’t control made my cock throb deep inside her. I could feel every inch of her gripping me, hot and wet, her inner muscles tightening around me as though trying to pull me even deeper. I raised both of her legs higher and rested them against my shoulders before finally beginning to move.

I pulled back slowly until only the thick head remained inside her, then slid forward again in one long, controlled stroke, groaning at the feeling of her wet heat dragging along every ridge of my cock. Keeping that same steady pace, I leaned down and pressed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of her inner thigh, staying there for a moment before moving to the other side. Each time I pushed deep, Annabel moaned, and each time I pulled back, another low sound escaped me along with hers.

"Lucian..."

"You feel so good," I murmured against her thigh as I pushed deeper. "So fucking tight. You belong to me, Annabel. I’m not letting you go."

I kept the pace slow, rolling my hips so the head of my cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. Her hands twisted in the sheets as her head tipped back against the pillow, her body responding more with every movement. The quiet, wet sounds between us filled the room while I kissed higher along her thigh, taking my time before carefully lowering her legs.

I turned us onto our sides and moved behind her, pulling her back against my chest before sliding inside her again. One arm slipped beneath her neck while the other reached toward the nightstand for one of the melting ice cubes. I settled us into the spooning position and began moving again, keeping my strokes slow and deep from behind as I brought the cold cube around her body and gently rubbed it over her swollen clit.

Annabel gasped, her body jerking against mine as the sudden cold touched her hot skin. Her walls clamped around my cock so tightly that pleasure shot through me, nearly pushing me over the edge. I groaned against the back of her neck but kept the same slow, steady pace, moving deep inside her while the ice circled her clit. Water melted between my fingers and ran across her skin onto the sheets, and with every deep stroke and every pass of the ice, her moans became louder.

"Lucian... Lucian..."

"That’s it," I growled softly against her skin. "Take me just like this. You belong to me. I’m not letting you go. Fuck, you feel so good."

I continued fucking her slowly, refusing to rush as the ice slowly melted between my fingers. When the first cube melted completely, I reached for another without stopping, pressing the fresh cold against her while my hips continued their steady movement behind her. Her body trembled against mine, her breathing becoming faster and less steady as I moved the cube in slow circles, then up and down before pressing it firmly against her while burying myself completely inside her.

For a moment, I stopped moving and simply held myself there, letting her feel the difference between the cold against her clit and the fullness of my cock buried deep inside her. She moaned my name again and pushed her hips back against me, and I nearly lost control.

When the second cube finally melted, I tossed what remained aside and replaced it with my fingers, continuing to rub her while keeping the same steady pace with my hips. Her breathing became faster, and her thighs started trembling until I knew she was getting close.

Only then did I pull out and sit back against the headboard. I looked down at her as she lay there, flushed and panting, her thighs still open and her skin glistening where the ice had melted.

"Baby," I said, my voice rough. "Climb on me."

Annabel rose onto her knees and moved over me, straddling my lap. She wrapped her hand around my cock, guided me toward her entrance, and slowly lowered herself onto me. Inch by careful inch, her wet heat stretched around the thick head and then the rest of my shaft until she was fully seated on my lap, with me buried completely inside her.

A deep, broken moan tore from my throat. "Fuck..."

She remained still for a moment, breathing hard against my shoulder as she adjusted to the new angle. Then she began to move, rising slowly before sinking onto me again. I gripped her ass with both hands, feeling the soft flesh move beneath my palms every time she came down. Her breasts swayed in front of me with each movement, and as she became more confident, her slow movements became harder and faster.

The wet slap of our bodies became louder as she rode me, taking me deeper each time she dropped onto my lap. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, groaning against it as her fingers tightened around me.

"You belong to me, Annabel," I growled against her breast. "I’m not letting you go. You feel so fucking good."

"Lucian..." she moaned, throwing her head back.

That was enough to break the little control I had left. My hands tightened around her hips, and I began thrusting upward to meet every downward movement of her body. The bed creaked beneath us as our rhythm became faster, her cries filling the room while I drove deeper into her.

Her walls began tightening around me again before gripping me harder, and I felt the pleasure building inside me. I kept moving until neither of us could stop ourselves anymore. When her body finally clamped tightly around me and she cried out my name, I buried myself as deep as I could and came with her, holding her tightly against my chest as the pleasure rushed through me.

Neither of us moved afterward. We stayed wrapped around each other, our bodies still trembling as we struggled to catch our breath. Annabel rested her forehead against my shoulder while I held her close, and slowly, the pleasure faded.

After a while, Annabel pulled away from me and lay down beside me. Neither of us spoke. The room became quiet, but I could tell from the look on her face that her mind was anything but quiet. She was thinking. So was I.

I was confused about what had happened between us and what it meant for us now. There were things we needed to talk about, things I needed to say, but not tonight. Tonight, I didn’t want either of us ruining this by thinking too much.

I moved closer and pulled her against me, turning her so her back rested against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her there.

"Annabel," I said quietly. "Don’t think. Just go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow."

She remained quiet for a few seconds before I heard her sigh. Then she relaxed against me and closed her eyes. I stayed awake for a while longer, listening as her breathing slowly became softer and steadier. Every now and then, she shifted slightly in my arms, and each time, my hold around her tightened without me even thinking about it.

This was strange. I wasn’t used to sleeping like this with anyone, holding someone against me as though I wanted to make sure she would still be there when morning came. A part of me was still confused about everything that had happened tonight and what it meant for us, but for once, I didn’t feel the need to figure it out immediately.

I lowered my face slightly, breathing in her scent before resting my head against the pillow. Fuck. She felt so good in my arms. Maybe that should have worried me more than it did.

But with Annabel warm against my chest and my arm still wrapped securely around her waist, I finally closed my eyes. Tomorrow, we would talk. Tonight, I just wanted to hold my wife.

And sometime after that, I drifted off to sleep.