The 18th Floor

Chapter Fifty Six

Dad and Lucien come back after 30 minutes and we spend the evening having dinner with Simon, before me and Lucien finally decided to go to our place. I give dad a tight hug and he laughs, reminding me that he's not too far and we can always come back whenever we want.

We drop Simon off on our way and I can't stop smiling at the idea of me and Lucien finally staying together. "Why do you keep grinning like that?", he asks laughing.

"The question is why are you not smiling?", I question back poking his arm as he pulls in to the driveway.

He switches off the engine and turns to look at me, his smile matching mine, "welcome home", is all he says and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

I watch him as he goes across the front of the car to open my door, picking up me in the comfort of his arms to go from one home to another.

"My chair?", I question as he heads straight towards the door.

"You don't need that for the rest of tonight's activities", he says deeply and I feel butterflies in my stomach swarming.

"You're terrible", I whisper into his ears.

"We've already put a spare one in the house", he reassures me, "plus, the house needs to be blessed", he says back.

"I think we've already covered every inch of this house", I say.

"Then I guess we need to get creative tonight", he smirks wickedly as he navigates through the boxes of my stuff in the living room, me still in his arms before placing me atop of the kitchen island.

"Dessert time?", I question back.

"Something like that."

"I like you're thinking", I say as I start kissing him deeply. It feels different this time. No more strings, no more secrets, no more worries or doubts. Just me and Lucien. In our house. Where we both love each other. His name escapes my lips multiple times as my hands glide over his face and chest.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers and I can't help the goosebumps that spread over my body. No matter how many times he worships me, it will never not come as a shock.

"I love you", I whisper back, as we start to peel away our clothes in the middle of the kitchen with Atacus' slight snoring the only noise in the background.

I pull his trousers down and take in the length of him. The space in-between my thighs throbbing at the sight of it, ready to get a taste. I take my hand up and down him, teasing him as his hot breath escapes across my neck and back.

"You're wicked", he says.

"Beg."

"Please. Please Cyrene. Let me make you the luckiest girl alive tonight", he pleads as he takes me back into his arms and carries me over to the sofas.

"I already am", I delight back and, in the moment, Lucien lays me down on my back he plunges in and it's my world has been fuelled by ecstasy and all things beautiful. I forget how to breathe, reviling the satisfaction. We find our usual pace, hips working together.

"All this for me?", he asks as I feel the warm, white liquid drip between us.

"All for you my love", I say out of breath as we find our rhythm. Lucien plunging in and out as he grabs my arse higher.

"I need you harder", I plead wanting the full experience.

"You're terrible", he whispers as he bends down to my ear and licks it. I feel a shudder release from my body, then his eyes lock to mine.

The warmth of colour shines through as they soften at my gaze, as I watch him watch me.

"I love you Cyrene. I don't think I've ever loved anyone as intensely or as deeply as I love you. For you, there is no limits, there is not a single thing I wouldn't do to make sure you have a smile on your face every day. Say the word and its yours."

My eyes fill with tears at his words.

"No one's ever said anything like that to me", I sob out.

"You don't need anyone else when I'm willing to remind you every day", he says as he kisses my tears away.

"I love you too Lucien. You're the love I use to dream about finding, the ones I thought that only existed in books. My love for you holds no limits."

"Always the poet", he laughs, sealing our love with a kiss.

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After a few hours of blessing the areas of the house Lucien thinks we've missed previously, taking what was meant to be quick shower but deciding the shower needed to be blessed again, we're laying in a tangle of sheets in our bed.

"You're prefect", he whispers as he plays with my hair.

"So are you", I say back wearily, the task of packing creeping up on me.

"What colour would be your ideal kitchen?", he asks.

"What?"

"What?", he questions back.

"Bit random."

"I know but I was just wondering", he states shrugging his shoulders.

I think about the question. "I like yours to be honest."

"Ours", he corrects me and I roll my eyes as I continue.

"If you had a darker interior, I would go for something maybe like a dark green, emerald almost. With a darker oak, maybe gold accents and metals."

"I like green."

"I know you do", I say back laughing and then I start groaning thinking about tomorrow.

"What's wrong?", Lucien asks concerned.

"I have to unpack everything tomorrow", I sigh and he laughs shaking his head.

"We can do it together there's no rush", he says as he continues stroking my hair, a touch so soft its nearly putting me to sleep.

"There's a lot."

"I know, I was there when you packed it up."

"Ha ha very funny Lucien" I say as a quiet settles over us. After a few minutes, Lucien speaks again.

"Are you ready?"

I turn to look at him.

"Yes", I say with 100% confidence, "I told you, I've never been happier", I say with a kiss. "Are you ready?", I question back. He nods.

"Yes, I can't wait to wake up to you every morning. And I know you were staying over frequently before, but I haven't shared a house with anyone since, since my parents. But it should all be good", he says and I look at him. My heart aching for the parents and part of himself he lost so young.

"We'll make it work", I say, pulling him in for a hug.

"We will."