Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 65

Lucien's P.O.V.

Holy. Fucking. Shit. Yep, red is my new favorite color. Bella looks like a Goddess sitting on the couch, trusting me to treat her with respect and show her that sex should always be consensual. I stare at her in awed wonder once I've removed all her clothing. She is perfect, her long, shapely legs tuck tightly into her round buttocks, her hips flare and then return to form her flat belly. Her breasts are beautiful, just like the rest of her, her nipples are dark and perfectly formed. I can see she's dripping from her core, ready for me, but I don't want to darken the fabric of the couch with her desire, so I ask her to get a towel. Oh fuck, she moves with a feline grace, and I have to grab my dick to prevent myself from exploding in my pants. Easy there old friend, let's have some patience, we will get there but we are going to go slow. Bella returns a few moments later with two towels, and looks at me in askance, good for girl. I place her reverently on one of them and lean in eagerly for my first taste. I have to resist devouring her roughly because she tastes like she's been sent from the Heavens just for me...maybe she has been. I cannot get enough, so I rely on my experiences and instincts to bring her to orgasm in mere minutes. Somehow she manages to keep her moans to a low growl, but I can tell she wants to let it all out. Since she is such a passionate person, keeping herself in check is taking away from her experience. I know she does not want her father or brother to hear her, so I need to get her away from the house where she can scream to the Heavens when she climaxes. I should take her to the hayloft I saw in the barn where my motorcycle is. When she agrees, I scoop her up and bring her outside.

Bella's P.O.V.

I lay limply in Luciens arms, barely aware he's carrying me. I gasp when he spreads his wings and shelters me from the rain with them. He manages to slide open the barn door, and the warm musty scent of horses, sheep, goats, and llama assault our noses. A few of them greet us with a quiet bleat or snort, and I feel Lucien flap his wings a few times, bringing us into the loft where we just had fresh hay delivered. He slides me down his body slowly until I'm standing on his feet. He smiles at me, removes his shirt, folds it up, and sits me down on it. Then he jumps off the loft and I let out a startled noise before remembering he can fly and wouldn't hurt himself propelling off the ledge. I'm rewarded with his smile as he flaps his wings once, bringing him back into the loft with a tarp and his sleeping bag. The thunder crashes outside, the storm unrelenting since earlier this afternoon, and it mimics the beating of my heart. I don't know why I'm not cold. I don't have any clue why I'm not nervous. Right now, I couldn't form a sentence if my life depended on it. All I am aware of is the shirtless angel in front of me.

"Do you want me to keep my wings out?" he asks quietly. I nod vigorously, and he smiles at me, opening the tarp in his hands and laying his sleeping bag on top of it. He's unzipped the bag so it's in the shape of a rectangle, and I lie down on it without him asking me to. I watch the play in his muscles as he removes his shoes and socks, unbuttons his jeans to pull them off, and free's his impressive erection from his boxers. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a few foil covered condoms, throwing them onto the sleeping bag near my head. I watch him drop to his knees, his wings spread out behind him, to inspect my body. I'm not self conscious, I don't try to hide my nakedness, or squirm under his gaze. He reaches for his discarded shirt and folds it up again, placing it under my ass. "You're a messy thing," he mumbles, being sure to stroke me from bottom to top with his finger. I arch my back, begging him with my body to do that again.

"Sorry," I mumble back, worried he finds it disgusting.

"No sorry's, I love it!" he tells me emphatically. He maneuvers himself over me, his wings arc behind him creating a quiet tent-like environment over us.

"Now, I know how much you wanted to voice your pleasure on your couch. Here you can yell all you want. Not only will my feathers absorb the sound, but the storm will too, so let it all out. I want to know how I'm making you feel." He kisses me, and I can faintly taste myself in his mouth. The feeling is erotic, the storm raging inside me is about as ferocious as the one outside, and I grab him with my legs around his waist, bringing our cores together. He rubs against me, groaning my name, then pulls away and opens a foil packet with his teeth. I watch as he rolls the condom onto his length, and anticipation crawls up my skin. I have never wanted anything more in my life than this man.

"Lucien," I breathe softly, instinctively angling my hips for him.

"Shh, relax baby. Just feel," he tells me as he aligns himself at my entrance.