CHAPTER 136: YOU’RE LIKE A BEAST

**Mature Content**

And what Leia had thought might happen... was nothing compared to what actually did.

What she hadn’t expected was for Lucien to be this aggressive.

With one swift motion, he tore her panties, the sound sharp and shocking. Her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide with surprise.

Before she could react, his mouth was on her, his lips parting her folds as his tongue dragged slowly over her core.

Leia’s entire mind shattered in that instant.

Her back arched clean off the bed, and her fingers were clutching at the sheets. Her eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure surged through her, tingling from her toes and rolling up her spine like wildfire.

"Ahh! Ngh... Lucien!" she gasped. Her voice broke with every breath and every moan torn from her throat.

He didn’t stop. He was relentless and hungry. Every flick of his tongue pushed her closer to a place she hadn’t even imagined reaching.

Her body trembled, hips moving of their own accord as that unfamiliar, twisting sensation coiled low in her belly. She felt too overwhelmed and strange.

"Lucien, wait... please," she begged, her voice trembling now. "I-I promise... I won’t provoke you again."

But it was far too late for that.

His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs, holding her open. She had teased him for weeks, unknowingly stoking the fire that now consumed him. And now, he was claiming what had always been his.

"Fuck..." she hissed through clenched teeth, her toes curling, her body arching. Her mind was drowning in a thick fog of pleasure.

She felt his warm hand slide up to her belly, gently but firmly pressing her down against the mattress, keeping her right where he wanted her while his mouth continued its devastating work below.

"Angh... Mmm..." Moans spilled freely from her lips.

Her hands moved on their own, fingers threading through his hair, gripping his strands tightly, pleading without words, guiding him closer and deeper.

She didn’t say it out loud, but her body begged for more.

"Lucien... I-I feel strange," Leia stuttered, her voice barely a whisper as her body trembled beneath his touch.

She forced her eyes open for a fleeting second, only to meet his crimson eyes.

They were glowing and were focused entirely on her.

He wasn’t blinking. He was watching her, devouring every reaction from her. And she realized then... he was grinning too.

Watching her come undone, watching her surrender to him, he felt the joy he hadn’t felt before.

"Let it out," Lucien finally said and then his tongue gave one last swipe across her core.

That was all it took.

Her climax hit her hard. Her entire body shuddered violently with pleasure. A cry tore from her lips, her hands gripping the sheets again as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.

And beneath it all, there was something more than just pleasure. It was an unexpected joy, something she hadn’t known until now.

A few seconds later, she covered her eyes with her hands, feeling embarrassed suddenly.

’How can I let myself do this? Is this really me? I-I should’ve stopped him, but I couldn’t. I wanted more and more,’

Leia thought while shaking her head slowly. How would she face Lucien from now onward? This was far from an obscene act for her.

"Leia, why are you hiding your eyes?" Lucien asked, his lips grazing her inner thigh. "Don’t tell me now that you don’t want me. You were practically begging, but I... restrained myself from going further."

Leia slowly lowered her hands from her face, her cheeks flushed with deep embarrassment. "Still, I won’t let you mark me first," she muttered, biting her bottom lip.

"Ahh!" she cried out as his teeth gently nipped at her thigh, making her flinch.

"You seduce and tease me all the time," Lucien growled against her skin. "This little punishment—" he kissed where he’d bitten, "—is just a lesson. If you keep provoking me, I will keep showing you just how strong my desire is to have you. You liked it... didn’t you?"

"Y-Yes..." Leia admitted softly, her voice laced with hesitation.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she gently pushed his head away and pulled her dress back down, trying to compose herself. "You’re like a beast," she murmured, her eyes flickering down to her torn panties.

Her cheeks burning again, she quickly picked them up and rushed toward the washroom, not daring to look back.

As Leia locked the door behind her, she brought a trembling hand to her chest. Her heart was pounding violently, her breath still shallow from what had just happened.

She could feel his presence. Lucien hadn’t left. In fact, he was standing just outside the door.

"Leia," came his husky voice. "I’d be glad to help clean you up. But I know you won’t allow it. Maybe next time, I’ll get that chance. For now, good night. You taste even better than I imagined."

She heard the smirk in his voice, even through the door.

A small, involuntary smile tugged at her lips. Realizing she was grinning like a fool, she quickly shook her head and pressed her back against the door.

And just like that... she felt it, he was gone.

Leia quickly washed up and returned to the room. Her eyes flicked toward the bed, the exact spot where she’d been lying earlier... and where Lucien had been between her legs.

"Gosh," she muttered, rolling her eyes in disbelief at the memory.

Crossing the room, she locked the door from inside, just in case. Still wrapped in the same bathrobe, she climbed into bed. But no matter how tightly she tucked herself in, her thoughts refused to settle.

The heat of Lucien’s touch, the sound of his voice, the way her body had responded to him, it all played on a loop in her mind.

Bringing her hand to her mouth, she nervously began biting her nails. She tried to distract herself, to think of anything else, but her heart kept racing, her skin still tingling remembering his touch.

Her entire night went into a restless feat of tossing and turning. Only in the early morning hours was she finally able to fall asleep.