The 18th Floor

Chapter Forty Two

He carries me from the car to the bedroom. I don't remember how but our clothes are off except our underwear and my bra. I'm lying on my back on his bed, running my hands down his abs, whilst my lips preoccupy themselves with his.

"Lucien", I moan, "I need you."

"I need you too."

"Do it", I say as my hand finds its way down his abdomen and into his pants, stroking the length of him. Hard.

"All this for me?", I tease, as I wrap my hands around it.

"I'll give you the world if you asked for it."

"I don't need the world," I whisper into his ear, "I need you."

Before I know, we're now naked against each other, skin on skin.

"Please Lucien", I almost beg.

He bends over, kissing my neck up to my ear, and then whispering "hold on tight my love."

I see him go in, but I can't feel it. Not yet. I feel something like shame run through me.

"Lucien", I whisper. He looks up at me worried.

"I... I need you to go harder", I say, hoping it hasn't shattered him like it has done guys in the past.

Before I can take my next breath, he plunges in again, this time harder and faster, and ecstasy fills me.

It's like nothing I felt before, I feel the world come alive in colours I never knew existed, in sounds that feel like a melody created especially for us.

He moves back and then in again, deeper. I drag my nails across his back, screaming out nothing but his name. We fall into a rhythm, our souls becoming in sync and I can't help the shudder that runs through my body.

"Cyrene, I'm going to."

"I'm on birth control", I let him know.

"I want to see it on you, please", he gets out between breathes.

"Do it."

I feel his wetness between my legs, mine mixed in with it.

"You're so beautiful", he says.

"So are you" I say, as I cup his face, lifting myself up higher to kiss him again. Not able to taste him enough, as if our bodies pressed against one another isn't close enough.

The minutes turn to hours and before we know it, the night has escaped us with us tangling in sheets.

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I'm laying across his bare chest, his hands circling down my back.

"Can you officially be my girlfriend now?" he asks.

"If you insist", I tease, looking up at him, confirming the answer with a kiss.

"Girlfriend."

"Boyfriend", I say back.

"I'd hate to ruin the romantic moment, but I need to piss", I say. He nods, peeling away from me going to get my wheelchair. He scoops me up and puts me in, kissing in between.

When I enter the bathroom, I can't help but think it smells like renovation and that weird new house smell. I switch on the lights and stare in shock.

Beside his toilet is handle bars. I turn, his shower the same.

"Lucien", I call out.

"Surprise."

"Lucien", I say again.

"If you're going to be my mine, I'm going to make sure you're comfortable when you come here." I can't stop the tears that pooled my eyes from falling.

"Thank you", I whimper out. "This is the nicest thing anyone's done for me."

"Even better than the pasta making?"

"Even better", I say, as I pull in his chest to hug him.

Lucien had gone out of his way to remodel his bathroom so I can use it in comfort. He changed his car so I can get in and out by myself. I look at him and can't help but think I'm falling and it's fucking terrifying.

We move from the bedroom to the living room. Order food and put on something light to watch on the tv. I'm wearing nothing but Lucien's t-shirt and he's in a pair of shorts. Despite the winter weather in full swing, being close to one another has proved to keep us warm enough. We're lounging across the sofa, Atacus in my lap sleeping.

"Do you have brownie ingredients", I ask.

"You want to bake at this time?"

"Yes", I smile, getting up from his lap and moving into my chair to make my way over to the kitchen. He pads after me, much rather wanting me to stay sprawled in his lap. He helps me bring out the ingredients and we start mixing the batter together.

I can't help but notice how well those grey joggers look on him and slap his arse when he's turned around.

"Oh, you my love, are very naughty", he says wickedly, bending over to grab my face for a kiss.

"Stand-up", I say

"What?"

"Stand-up straight."

He obeys. I can't help but notice what my line of sight has. I grab his waist and start to lower his trousers.

"Hold on", I say

"Cyrene", he says in a low warning. Its already bulging. I see his knuckles go white from gripping the edge of the kitchen island, as I start to lick the length of him.

"Cyrene", he moans out.

"Beg."

"Please."

And before he needs to ask again, I take him in. He's so big I'm worried it won't fit, but I do it anyway. The moan that escapes him is indescribable.

"I'm going to."

"Do it", I move faster, wanting him inside me. I swallow and he shudders, my eyes watering at the length of him.

He pulls my head back and announces, "my turn" and before I know it, he's lifting me up onto the kitchen island, throwing off all baking supplies to the floor.

I put my hands behind me to arch back as he sprawls my legs outs, slightly lifting my hips as he lifts his t-shirt from me. I'm sat completely naked on his kitchen island.

"Delicious", he says as his lips meet mine whilst his finger gets to work rubbing my clit.

"Fuck" I whimper out as his hand clearly knows what it's doing.

"You're mine" he says.

"I know."

"Say it."

"I'm yours", I breathe out.

"Who's?"

"Yours, Lucien. I'm all yours. I always will be."

"That's my girl."