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71. Lucian

3 Months Later

I stand in my kitchen, looking at the assortment of boxes and random stuff thrown around. She decided not to fully unpack most of her things since she agreed to move to California with me. She officially broke her rental agreement last month and finished moving her stuff in. We leave in about two weeks, just after her birthday, and I’m so excited to start our life together in California.

"Babe, you coming? Jayme is on the way here; we can’t be late."

"All right, I’m coming. I’m coming. Keep your pants on, damn." She gets so spicy when she’s trying to get dolled up, but she looks perfect no matter what.

She walks out of the bedroom in a drop-dead, gorgeous black mini dress. She is holding a pair of Louboutin heels, which I bought her to replace her old pair. She loved those shoes. She is stunning. She’s healing well, minus the soreness of her bones and joints and the slight dip in her cheekbone. We purchased her an entire collection of wigs until her hair fully grows back to where she wants it. The swelling on her brain went down while she was still in the hospital. They were able to assess the extent of the damage, and thankfully, they didn’t believe there would be too many lingering side effects. She still gets a bit shaky if she stands too fast. Her hands don’t react as fast as they used to, and she sometimes shakes, which frustrates the hell out of her—simple tasks like curling her hair or putting on makeup take twice as long. So, in the last few months, I’ve learned how to curl her hair and shave her legs without nicking her delicate skin. Shit, I’ve even learned how to apply her mascara. I’m there for whenever she needs me, even when she says she doesn’t need the help. She knows I am there if she does. As she steps closer, I drop to my knees.

"Let me help you with those heels, Mi Amor." She sits on the arm of the couch next to me, and I grab the first shoe. Lifting her leg, I trail kisses down her calf and ankle before placing the shoe on her foot. I do the same for the other leg. She looks down at me with desire in her eyes. We've tried to go slow. With her still healing physically and mentally, I didn’t want to risk pushing her too hard or hurting her. It’s been rough, though; I want to rip her clothes off every time I see her. We haven’t had sex yet, just some heated foreplay before I can tell her pain level is becoming too much. I can tell she feels bad, but she shouldn’t. I am content with whatever she is able to give me. Soon, though, I can feel it. She has been healing quicker than the doctors expected her to.

I grab her left leg again, trailing kisses higher on her upper thigh, stopping just below the hem of the short dress. I gently nip and lick at her plump thighs, nudging them apart before biting hard on the higher point of her inner thigh. I’m so close to her pussy that I can feel the heat from her arousal. She moans and clenches my head with her thighs. I’d happily die being suffocated by these thighs.

"Lucian," my name on her tongue sends ripples of pleasure across my entire body.

"Hmmm?" Is all I reply coyly as my tongue traces along the edge of her thong.

"I thought we had to go for Jayme’s surprise?" She runs her hands through my hair, gently pulling as she thrusts against my face.

"Pshh, he isn’t here yet to pick us up. Plus, I want to enjoy my woman first. So he will just have to wait." I pull her thong to the side and dip my tongue against her moist slit. Her body writhes on the arm of the couch.

"Oh, Lucian." She moans and gasps as I alternate licking and sucking her most sensitive spot. I tease her slit with a finger, gently thrusting it in and out.

"Mm... more. Please, Sir. I need more." She whimpers. God, I love it when she calls me that.

I pull away, only to lift her off the arm of the couch and set her on the seat. I kneel before her again like the queen she is. I may be her Dom, but she is my queen, and I will worship her until the day I die. I place my palm against her lower stomach, having her lean back as I slide the dress further up her frame. She tries to thrust her hips into me.

"Ah, ah, ah, Mi Amor. No need to rush. Just lay back and enjoy."

She’s so eager and ready for me all the time. I can’t wait until she’s healed enough where I’ll be able to bend her over this couch and show her just how much I crave every inch of her body, mind, and soul.

I slide her thong off and drape each leg over my shoulders. Then I dig in. Lapping her up. She tastes divine—my own personal aphrodisiac. I slide two fingers knuckle deep and feel her clench around me, causing a growl to escape my throat. The sound only causes her to become more aroused as she grips my hair, thrusting harder against my face. I love it when she writhes against my tongue and takes her pleasure. She had so much taken from her by the fucker we won’t name, so it’s only fair I let her reclaim everything that was lost. I can tell she is close by the way her body is tensing up.

"That's it, baby, just let go."

I give one final thrust, pressing into that sweet spot that makes her toes curl. I press my tongue firm, flat against her clit, and watch her shatter. Her face contorts in pleasure, and her legs shake as her orgasm crashes over her. The sounds leaving her throat are pure ecstasy. I hold my fingers and tongue still as she calms down, then I pull away. Her eyes are closed as she catches her breath. God, she is perfect.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock *

"You fuckers done in there? I could hear her moans from the elevator." Jayme is here. The blush that creeps across her entire body is adorable. As if he hadn’t heard and watched her come apart just like that before.

I help her stand and slap her ass as she rushes to the bathroom to compose herself. I pocket her thong; she won’t be needing it tonight. I grab a towel from the kitchen to wipe my face as I walk to unlock the door. It flings open and there stands my best friend, dressed to the nines.

"Couldn’t wait till after dinner to have your dessert, could you, Luci." I hate his nickname for me. He walks past me, ruffling my hair like a child. Asshole. But he is the brother I never had so I still love him.

He catcalls and whistles, and I turn to see Cassie coming from the hall. She walks up and gives Jayme a big hug.

"Hello, sweetheart. You look breathtaking. Black dress? Louboutin’s? Seems familiar. Almost as familiar as those lovely sounds I heard when I stepped off the elevator." She playfully elbows him in the gut.

"Yeah, you clean up nicely, too. For a pig." She retorts back at him.

"Ouch, a pig? That's just rude, Cassie. I believe if I’m a farm animal, I’m a horse since I’m hung like one." He bursts out laughing, and she slugs him in the shoulder.

"Ok, you two, don’t we have to get going?" I ask Jayme.

"Yep, the limo is downstairs. Oh, and Cassie, there’s something inside the limo for you." He gives his devilish grin.

"Ooh, a present?"

"You could say that, " he jokes. I don’t even know what he is talking about or what this surprise is. I was just told to be ready by six and dress fancy.

"All righty, let’s go." She says as she grabs her clutch and heads out the door. There goes my woman. Mi amor. Mine.