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 . 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

in return, driving

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 amusent. 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 seed to be in the right mind, understanding his priorities. I realized that he was soaping

up, running his hands across my body, cupping

everywhere that was possible.

He fully cupped my breast, his thumb rubbing circles into my subrged 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 na 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 ti he cupped my ass cheeks, my legs arching in surprise at how his movent 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 . 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 , he put a bit of pressure as he rubbed

into submission.

This bastard was teasing , 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 mber. And I felt Lucian’s muscles tensing up before hauling

into his arms.

I was so surprised. One mont I was in the water, my body flushed against him, then I had a towel over

as Lucian carried

over and settled

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 ans 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

what I wanted, and I had no ti for that.

This was courtesy of the past two weeks of getting all hot but never dirty. Sothing 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

"baby" got

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 mber with his hand.

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

Oh god. What the hell is this?

When he flicked my clit, I saw stars.

And by the ti his finger entered , I was wling.

He grasped

by the neck, kissing

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 ti he fingered . 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 sothing always happened, so they always had to stop, panting midway, clearly sexually frustrated.

But not today.

Because Lucian was clearly fingering

to fuck . The difference was obvious. I was being stretched.

He fondled , kissed , and sucked on my sensitive parts. Lucian took his sweet ti, so when he started increasing his pace, I was suddenly overco 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 "Co for ," I fucking did. Pleasure washed over

in waves, and I couldn’t help but arch against Lucian, trembling as he kissed

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 sha. I should have been ashad of spreading like this willingly. But the look on his face and the possessiveness in his eyes got

spreading wider.

"Good." He said.

"My baby’s very good."