WMMAP - [S2] Shelter You

72: As The Table Turns [NSFW]

Lucas climbed on top of Athanasia, pinning her hands above her head with just one hand and smirking at her. His smile showed off the fang like a predator ready to pounce.

"How do you want to be treated, Your Highness?" Lucas tilted her chin with his fingertips as he asked.

Used to more of her flustering side as of late, Lucas heaved his brow in surprise when Athanasia did not show any sign of struggle to break free. She stayed completely still, calm, and collected. Though her cheeks started to change in color.

"Aren't you the one who needed... A relief?" Athanasia asked, her knee shifted slightly between Lucas' legs, grinding against what was prodding his pants.

Lucas let out a small hiss between his gritted teeth. His head tipped down, eyes closed. The grip on Athanasia's hand tightened a bit out of reflectiveness.

His reaction only made Athanasia grind her knee faster, but Lucas held her down by her thigh.

A low chuckle permeated into the air, and Lucas slowly raised his head. A bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. His face flushed red. But it didn't stop him from laughing in amusement. It was low, but in a way, his laugh made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Lucas slowly released the grip on her wrist. He caressed her cheek with his palm as he looked at her lips instead of her eyes.

"Don't test my patience like this." His voice was a low rumble, but his touch was as gentle as ever. "Or else I might get down to business here. We don't want to be disturbed mid-session, do we, hmm, Your Highness?"

Lucas watched Athanasia turn to reach for a piece of paper. Instead of unfolding it, she pressed the paper against Lucas' chest. He glanced at the paper and then back to her, questioning her motive with his eyes.

"They won't be back until evening," she said quietly. "We are here... alone."

"You're suggesting that we start now and here?"

"It's not like you to ask so many questions. Especially..."

Athanasia used her hand that was holding the note against his chest, sliding downward to the band of his pants.

"When you're already this excited..." she added.

With every motion, Lucas trembled under her touch. His breathing got intense, and he reached for her hand.

"Slow down, Princess... The... Plastic is upstairs... If you keep this up, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore..."

His red eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, crackling with desire. Athanasia shivered slightly, growing aroused with the way he towered over her.

Athanasia's free hand circled around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer. Lucas obediently bent down, foreheads touched, eyes to eyes.

"You're growing bold," with a heavy breath, he whispered out the words. "I don't dislike it."

"Then enjoy it."

Lucas snorted and then captured her lips. His tongue was fevered, prodding into her mouth, almost frantic in its urgency, yearning for something more. Something wilder.

Yet nothing had him prepared for the way Athanasia's hand started roaming his body, underneath his shirt. It mapped the hard surface of his sturdy body with a touch that was almost reverent in its slow burn.

She could feel every hard inch of him, from his chest to his abdomen to the thick, throbbing length of him nestled between her thighs. He was hard as steel, hot as a brand.

Lucas pulled away from the kiss as he placed his arms between her head to brace himself. He drew a gasp with his eyes closed tight when he could no longer withstand how his whole body was feeling.