Whispers in Secret

19- Storm then Calm

Lucien lifted Ella effortlessly, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him, her arms winding around his neck. He moved with purpose, carrying her to the kitchen counter, their breaths mingling as the tension between them thickened. The cool marble of the counter contrasted with the heat of their bodies, and as he set her down, he captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

His hands roamed over her, exploring her curves as he whispered against her skin, “You drive me crazy, Ella.”

Ella’s hands gripped his shoulders as she pulled him closer, her heart racing. The connection between them was electric, and her pulse quickened as his touch became more possessive, more desperate. She let herself get lost in him, in the moment, feeling the intensity of his love for her.

Lucien’s hands slid under her shirt, tracing the soft skin of her waist as he kissed her deeply, their bodies pressed together. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured between kisses, his voice low and raw with desire.

Ella tilted her head back, giving in to the wave of passion that consumed them both. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in each other.

Lucien’s gaze darkened as he lifted Ella effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He set her down on the cool marble of the kitchen counter, the contrast between the cold surface and the heat of his body sending shivers through her. Their breaths were ragged, the tension thick in the air.

“I’ve wanted you like this all day,” Lucien whispered against her ear, his voice low and husky, sending a thrill down her spine. He trailed kisses along her jaw, moving to her neck, his hands slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her stomach before sliding higher.

Ella let out a soft moan, her body arching into him, craving his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed her deeper, his hands roaming over her curves with an almost desperate need. He tugged her closer to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing firmly against hers.

She could feel the hardness of his desire against her, and it made her breath hitch. Lucien’s hand moved to the waistband of her pants, fingers teasing as he leaned in to kiss her again, this time slower, more deliberate, savoring every moment. His lips traveled down her neck, nibbling and tasting her skin as he whispered, “You’re mine, Ella… every inch of you.”

Ella’s head tilted back, her body responding to his every touch, her skin tingling as he slid his hand lower. The anticipation was maddening, and she gasped when his fingers found her wetness, stroking her slowly, intimately. “Lucien…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

His fingers worked expertly, driving her closer to the edge with each movement. He watched her with intense, possessive eyes, his other hand gripping her waist, holding her steady as she writhed beneath him.

“I need you now,” Lucien growled, his voice thick with lust. Without another word, he freed himself and entered her with one swift, deep thrust, their bodies moving together in a perfect, primal rhythm. Ella’s nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, heated gasps as the intensity of their connection overwhelmed her.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their passion, their moans mingling as they gave in to the raw, undeniable desire between them. Every movement, every touch, brought them closer to the brink, and when they finally reached their climax, it was explosive—leaving them both breathless, bodies entwined, lost in the moment.

Lucien leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, still panting from their shared release. “You’re everything to me, Ella,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers, both of them still trembling from the intensity of their passion.

"At the rate we're going, Blake's gonna catch us soon," Ella whispered breathlessly against Lucien’s lips, her hands gripping his shoulders.

As if on cue, Blake’s voice rang out from the other room. "No baby making on the counter!" he shouted.

Lucien chuckled softly, his breath warm against Ella’s skin. "He really does have impeccable timing," he murmured, his hands still resting on her waist.

Ella laughed, her cheeks flushed from both their stolen moment and Blake’s interruption. "We really need to be more discreet," she said, her lips brushing lightly against his as she spoke.

Before Lucien could respond, Blake shouted again, "I’m serious, guys! There are places for cooking and places for... whatever you two are doing!"

Ella shook her head, sliding off the counter and straightening her clothes with a playful smile. "Come on, we should probably go see what Blake’s up to before he decides to give us a lecture."

Lucien grinned, planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "He’s not wrong, you know. But next time, I’m finding us a more private spot."

Ella laughed as they headed toward the living room, where Blake was sprawled out on the couch, arms crossed, with a smug grin on his face. "Took you two long enough," he teased.

She shot him a playful glare. "You’re lucky we love you, Blake."

Blake grinned wider. "Oh, I know."

"Seriously, at the rate you guys are going, I can't handle little Mafia bosses running around here," Blake teased, flashing them a wicked grin.

Ella rolled her eyes, but a faint blush crept up her cheeks. "Blake, you’re ridiculous," she muttered, trying to suppress a laugh.

Lucien smirked, stepping closer to Ella and wrapping an arm around her waist. "Don’t worry, Blake. When that time comes, we’ll make sure you’re fully prepared for babysitting duty."

Blake’s eyes widened, and he dramatically held his hands up. "Whoa, whoa, I said I couldn't handle it! I never signed up for babysitting tiny mafia bosses!" he joked, shaking his head. "I’ll teach them to play video games or something, but diapers? Nope!"

Ella burst out laughing at Blake’s reaction, while Lucien chuckled beside her. "Deal," Lucien said smoothly. "But I’m sure they’ll be running things long before they need video game lessons."

Blake shook his head again, clearly amused. "You guys are too much," he said, standing up. "I need some air before you start making more future plans."

As he walked out, Ella leaned into Lucien, her smile softening. "He’s not entirely wrong, though. The way things are going..."

Lucien kissed the top of her head, his tone low and comforting. "When the time is right, we'll handle everything, love. Together."