Page 8 of Bought By the Owner's Son
She nods, looking up at me with those trusting blue eyes. Her voice soft, she admits, “I…I’ve never done this before.”
She’s a virgin. I could sense her inexperience from the beginning, but I didn’t expect that she had never had sex. I know the chapel prefers virgins, but not every girl on that stage is untouched, so I never expected…
My cock goes unbearably harder at the thought, and I feel her walls expand, accommodating me while also clamping harder. The stimulation is torture on my nerves and senses, but I can’t stop the caveman thought that my angel is mine and mine alone.
“I’m sorry, love. This is going to hurt.” My voice is deep and hoarse with unrestrained need.
She nods, her need-filled gaze soft and trusting on mine. “I trust you,” she says, then whispers, “Please, I want you, Lucian.”
It’s the push I need.
“Hold on, angel,” I rasp.
I can’t help it—I thrust hard, plunging deeper into her tight heat until my cock is fully seated inside her. I hold steady, gritting my teeth against the delicious sensations pooling at the base of my shaft. The need and the urge to move grows stronger withevery second, but the lone tear that rolls down her cheek is my undoing.
“It hurts a little,” she whispers.
“I know, love,” I rasp, leaning down to tenderly kiss the tear off her face. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
I close my lips over hers, kissing her deep and igniting an intense spark between us as her body adjusts to my size. My hands slowly pluck and roll her nipples until she gyrates her hips and moans. Then I glide my fingers to her clit, stroking and flicking my thumb over her puckered nub. Before long, she’s back to moaning and mewling, her heels digging hard into my ass and her hands sliding feverishly over my sweaty skin.
“I’m ready,” she whispers as she lets go of my lips.
I move, sliding out and then thrusting back in, stroking her walls. Elena gasps. I watch her blue eyes turn liquid with intensity and I circle my right hand loosely around her neck, stroking deeper inside her until she’s moaning loudly.
My cock bottoms out with every thrust, and her warm sheath clamps tighter until the heat turns into a raging inferno, rendering me blind with mind-blowing need. I slam into her, making sure to hit that spot that makes her moan the loudest. She meets my every stroke with her moving hips, and the ache grows until I’m thrusting faster with the need to combust.
“Your eyes, baby,” I growl, mid-thrust.
She meets my intense gaze—her eyes are clouded with hunger and need. I slam into her one more time, as deep as I can go. Her walls clench hard on my aching cock and it pushes me over the edge.
“Elena!” I shout, just as she screams, “Lucian!”
Her nails dig into the flesh of my back as she convulses and bucks with her climax, her eyes widening. Bursts of pleasure envelop my mind as I thrust shallowly, spurting hard inside her. Her walls continue to clamp around my shaft as she goes through aftershocks, triggering another bout of cum from my cock and coating her insides.
I roll us over, my spent shaft still inside her as I tug her on top of me, wrapping her in my arms. My eyes don’t leave hers as our breathing slowly evens out.
Chapter Five
Elena
I stretch languidly on Lucian’s chest, feeling happy and energized despite the vigorous sexual activity. Settling back in the cocoon of his arms, I stare down at him, unable to hide my blissful smile. Satisfaction sings in my veins at seeing his arctic blue eyes light with warmth, compared to the cold and shuttered expression he usually wears. Still inside me, he’s lying his back, my body covering his and my breasts cushioned on his hard chest.
His semi-hard cock shifts inside me, sending currents of desire down my spine. I suck in a sharp breath at the sensation, my sex aching at the feeling of his manhood moving inside me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Lucian asks, his rich, deep voice vibrating against my chest.
I push my head up and rest my chin on my overlapped hands arranged on his chest, holding his enquiring gaze. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I guess because of the heat of the moment. I didn’t think about telling you until we were already…” I blush and give a shy shrug, then smile softly as I gently add, “It turned out well, didn’t it?”
He grunts, holding my stare with his heavy-lidded eyes. My breath comes out in soft pants as heat blooms inside me again under his intense gaze. “You’re irrevocably mine now, love,” hedeclares with a soft growl that makes my smile widen and my heart skip a beat.
Once my amusement fades, the reality of my life sets in. I suddenly realize that ever since I’ve been with Lucian, I have felt steady, anchored. The fact that I can’t remember the last week or so is a bit less scary now that I’m making new memories with him. I don’t even have an inkling of how I appeared at the auction house, but when I’m with Lucian, I somehow feel like this is where I’m meant to be.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asks, drawing me out of my thoughts. He raises his hand to my face, gently smoothing out the creases on my forehead. “You’re frowning so hard.”
I blink slowly, taking in his concerned gaze and heaving a soft sigh. “I’m just worried about the loss of my memories. There’s just a blank space in my memory before the auction house. The doctor said I have a head injury, but I don’t even remember how I got injured in the first place. It’s funny—even though I know who I am, losing a few recent memories has got me feeling so worried, like there’s something important I’m missing.” I hold his gaze. “I just wish I could remember.”
Lucian slips his fingers into my hair and tugs my head back. “Regaining memories is not as easy as it seems, love. Try to let go of the compulsion to remember and allow them to come back to you as naturally as possible. I’m certain your memories will come back to you,” he states.
