WARNING! Mature content
Part 3
Faith closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Thankfully the scotch had made her somewhat lightheaded, but unfortunately she wasn't drunk. At least not drunk enough. Not that she could tell for sure, she had never actually been drunk. Stupid her.
She should have found some guy, any guy, and do this with him. At least then she would have been in control. Now she would lose her virginity to a bastard who would no doubt make the whole thing as unpleasant and humiliating as possible. It didn't matter. She could do this, she had to.
After taking one more deep breath, she opened her eyes. She couldn't hide in the bathroom forever. Right now she was only offering the bastard more entertainment. He was no doubt enjoying every moment of this. Determinedly she straightened her back and marched out of the bathroom. Lucien was still sitting on the couch; he had poured himself a glass of wine.
"Ah, there you are, sweetheart," he hummed smiling and got up. "Are we ready?"
No.
"Yeah," she murmured.
"Wonderful. This way."
Reluctantly she followed him to his bedroom. It was a very nice looking room, just like all the other rooms in the penthouse. She suspected that a professional had decorated the penthouse; every detail practically screamed "I have money to burn". The furniture, the rugs, the curtains, everything looked stylish and expensive. One lamp was already on in the bedroom, a small bedside lamp that cast soft and low light around the room. Faith looked around, trying to concentrate on everything except the bed.
"Nervous?" Lucien's voice suddenly hummed.
Faith turned to look at him and crossed her arms.
"Completely comfortable," she replied coolly. "Why do you ask?"
He smiled that obnoxious smile of his.
"You look nervous, darling."
Well, duh, you jerk.
"I'm fine." She paused, trying to find the right words. "What do you want me to do?"
He observed her for a moment before walking over to the bed.
"Come here," he hummed as he sat on the edge of the bed.
Faith swallowed and took the few steps necessary to close the distance between them. Reaching up, Lucien took her by the waist and pulled her down into his lap. He made her straddle his thighs and met him eye to eye. Her breathing quickened and her heart was beating faster, she couldn't help it.
Yet at the same time she couldn't help but to think how handsome he was. A perfect disguise for a deadly predator. A devil with the face of an angel. Lucien Castle was nothing but a monster. She needed to remember that. Suddenly he tucked his fingers under her jaw and scooped up her chin, thumb sketching aimless circles on her skin.
"No need to be afraid, sweetheart," he hummed.
"I'm not," she muttered defiantly.
He smiled and surprisingly gently gripped her by the back of the neck, bringing her mouth to his. It took a moment before her mind understood what was happening. He was kissing her. She was completely stunned, she hadn't expected this. What had she expected then? Him tearing her clothes off and forcing himself between her legs. That was all. Why was he kissing her?
His lips were moving slowly but surely, she felt his tongue tickling her lips. This wasn't her first kiss, she wasn't that inexperienced, but she had to admit that he really knew what he was doing. Finally his lips trailed away from hers, settling in the hollow below her ear and sucking until a pulse started beating in her throat.
The next thing she realized was that he was biting her. Not with fangs, with blunt human teeth. For some reason he didn't break her skin. His hands massaged her hips and thighs while he pressed his mouth to her s again. Faith's eyelids squeezed shut; she didn't like the confusion she was feeling. Her body was reacting to him, she couldn't help it. She gasped as he slid his hand under her skirt.
"It's alright," he hummed and continued kissing her.
With his thumb, he teased her as he made slow circles over her underwear. Muscles between her legs constricted as something trickled out of her. She was getting wet. A shocked noise whistled through her clenched teeth. What was happening?
Her heart raced and something wound tight in her stomach. Lucien increased the pressure of his touch and pushed into her. Her hips lifted off his lap and she came hard with a shuddering gasp. Lucien smiled as he as he pulled his hand away from her and kissed her under her ear.
"That didn't feel bad, did it?" he hummed.
Faith couldn't get a word out, she was too confused. Lucien's thumbs framed her jaw, tilting back her head. His lips were on her jugular, making her pulse spike with something strange. Not fear, something else. His slow, gentle bite and suction made her gasp. Again he wasn't breaking her skin.
His hands grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head. The next thing she realized was that she was on her back underneath him. He shifted a little to the side and kissed her again long and slow while his hand roamed over her chest and neck.
She had no idea what was happening, why was he doing all of this. And how had he managed to remove her bra without her noticing? The lights in the room were low but she still felt embarrassed and exposed as he ran his fingers delicately over her bare breasts.
"Beautiful," he hummed: "Absolutely beautiful."
She couldn't say anything; she was too embarrassed. A gasp escaped her lips as he was suddenly sucking her breasts.
"Lucien," she managed to breathe out.
"Hmm?"
She swallowed, trying to regain at least a little control.
"Could you... Could you turn off the lights?"
He raised his head and looked at her.
"Why?"
"Please," she murmured tensely.
His lips curved into a smile, but surprisingly he nodded.
"Alright, sweetheart; if that's what you want."
"Thank you," she murmured.
None of this was going the way she had thought; why was being nice to her? What game was he playing? He actually dropped a kiss on her cheek before climbing off the bed. She barely noticed him moving when the room was suddenly dark and he was beside her again.
Of course he was aware that he could still see her, but at least she could pretend that she wasn't so exposed. She gasped as he suddenly took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Instinctively she arched beneath him; she couldn't stop her body from reacting.
He moved from one nipple to another, over and over again until her breasts felt sore and swollen. She barely noticed him pulling her panties down her legs; not before his hand was between her legs. She cried out as he ran his finger along the outline of her slit.
"You'll love this," he whispered in her ear. "I promise."
Why, why, why? That was what she wanted to shout out. What was he doing to her and why? His fingers moved up and down; over and over again; finding all her most sensitive spots. At some point she felt his lips touching her ear.
"Breathe, sweetheart," he hummed. "This is going to get even better."
She had no idea what he was talking about; he already had her squirming and whimpering under him. She could't stop herself, no matter how much she wanted to. Or did she want to; she didn't know anymore.
"Lucien," she murmured; not sure what she wanted to say.
All her words disappeared when his head was suddenly between her legs. She cried out in shock as she felt his tongue licking her. This was more than she could handle; she was shaking and panting uncontrollably. Her second orgasm was much stronger than the first one; it brought tears to her eyes.
"I must say that you taste delicious," she heard Lucien's voice saying. "So very...innocent."
She barely heard his words; a very important thought had just crossed her blurry mind.
"Do you...Do you have... protection?" she murmured: "I'm...I'm not on birth control."
"Sweethear," he chuckled: "I can't get you pregnant."
She was more than embarrassed when she realized what he meant.
"Oh... Right."
He kissed her on the lips; she felt that he had undressed himself. His member was at her entrance and he kissed her harder while pushing himself inside of her. It hurt; she yelped in pain.
"It's alright," he panted: "Open up, darling."
She didn't have time to ask what he meant as he suddenly pressed his wrist onto her mouth. Blood. She tried to push his wrist away, but she still swallowed few drops and started to cough.
"It's alright," he hummed and stroked her hair. "I took the pain away."
She was just about to snap at him when he suddenly pushed deeper into her. She cried out, but there was no pain; not anymore. He moved slowly at first; then faster and faster. Her mind was trying to process everything her body was feeling, but she didn't really succeed. She didn't know what she was feeling.
What she knew for sure was that she most certainly shouldn't have enjoyed this. Yet she did; or at least her body did. She truly hated herself for it. Hearing herself moaning certainly didn't help. Clearly he was enjoying himself as well; he was groaning and panting.
She wanted him to feel at least some pain; so she placed her hands on the muscles of his back, digging her nails into his skin. Unfortunately the sounds coming out of his mouth weren't ones of pain; quite the opposite.
He thrust into her harder; making her walls clenching around him. She barely noticed the piercing feeling of his fangs in her neck; her whole body was trembling. Was he going to kill her? She didn't know or really care. She had no strength left in her.
