CHAPTER 114: DESPERATE PLEAS

[Rynthall Estate—Bathroom—Continuation]

The air in the bathroom was thick with steam, the scent of their mingled sweat and soap clinging to the marble walls. Lucein’s chest still rose and fell erratically against Silas’s shoulder, the aftershocks of release trembling through his body.

Silas tilted his chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. That wicked smile of his curved like sin itself, his robe clinging damply to his muscled frame.

"On your knees, my love," Silas murmured, his voice low and commanding, yet dripping with affection. His thumb brushed along Lucien’s swollen lips. "Show me how much you have craved me for these years."

Lucein’s breath hitched, his body flushing hot under Silas’s gaze. "You’re too much."

"Am I?" Silas asked.

Then, a faint whimper escaped him as lucein knees touched the cool floor, his trembling hands reaching for his husband’s half-slipped robe.

Silas’s hand threaded through Lucien’s black hair, guiding him closer, his grip both tender and possessive. "Look at you," he whispered darkly, his thumb brushing over Lucein’s damp lips. "So beautiful like this—kneeling only for me."

"Haa... Shut up..." Lucein’s breath hitched, his voice heavy with want and hesitation, a flush spreading across his pale cheeks.

The air thickened the moment Silas loosened his control. His Alpha pheromones bled out like a crashing tide—salt, sea breeze, warm grains of sand heating under a merciless sun. It wrapped around Lucein’s body, seeping into his lungs, heavy and intoxicating.

"Hngh...!!!" Lucein’s knees trembled on the marble, his body shivering as that scent drowned him, pulling every nerve taut. His lips parted, pupils blown wide, as if he were drunk on it.

Silas’s smile was dangerous, a sharp curl of dominance as he loomed above. His hand tangled in black hair, pressing Lucien’s flushed face closer. "Breathe me in."

Lucein whimpered, his throat tightening, the scent driving him mad. "Hnnn... nghh—haaah... it’s too strong..."

Silas growled.

The thick weight of him brushed Lucein’s lips, demanding entry. When Lucein opened, his moan spilled out helplessly, vibrating around the length and filling his mouth.

"Mmmhh—ahhhhnn..."

Silas hissed through his teeth, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. "Gods—yes... so warm, so tight. That sweet mouth was made for me."

The pheromones pressed harder, crushing down like a wave. Lucein’s hands clawed at Silas’s thighs, his nails digging crescents into skin as his body shook, whimpers spilling between muffled moans.

"Uhhhnn—nnghh..."

Silas guided his head, thrusting deeper, each roll of his hips controlled but firm. The sounds echoed lewdly in the bathroom chamber—slick, wet, desperate. His scent coated Lucein’s tongue, his senses drowning in it until the world blurred.

Silas groaned, his head tipping back, neck bared, sweat glistening across his chest. "Take all of me...my love."

"Mmmphh—hnnnn—ahhhhnn..." Lucein moaned, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks, saliva glistening as he swallowed around him.

Silas’s pheromones surged again, hotter and stronger, like standing beneath a scorching sun. Lucein whimpered helplessly, his own body reacting—shuddering, desperate for release even without a touch.

Silas looked down, his gaze molten. His hand cupped Lucein’s cheek, his thumb smearing the mess. "Look at you, trembling from just my scent... moaning on my cock like you were born for it."

Lucein couldn’t say anything because he was drowned in his pheromones.

His body was shaking silas’s scent clawed at every nerve. His own arousal throbbed painfully, untouched, dripping, but still building toward unbearable. "Nnnmhh—ahhhhnn—Silas—haaahhh!"

"Yes, love. Take it—take all of me." Silas’s voice cracked into a groan, hips jerking harder, his cock sliding deep into the back of Lucein’s throat. His chest heaved, sweat dripping down, eyes glowing with primal heat.

Lucein gagged, moaned, and swallowed—and that was enough to break Silas.

"Lucein—!"

Silas’s roar thundered through the room as he spilled down his husband’s throat, hot and endless, filling him until Lucein’s throat convulsed to keep up. Silas pheromones burst outward in a tidal wave, crushing, suffocating, and claiming everything.

Lucein’s eyes rolled back as the taste and scent overwhelmed him, his own untouched length twitching violently before spilling across his stomach, untouched, his orgasm ripped from him purely by Silas’s pheromone-drenched dominance and he swallowed every drop.

Silas groaned low and guttural, his hips stuttering to a stop. He looked down at the ruined, panting figure kneeling before him—Lucein’s lips swollen, cheeks streaked with tears, chest heaving, thighs trembling as his own seed dripped down his skin.

A slow, dangerous smile curved Silas’s lips as he brushed his thumb across Lucein’s slick, messy mouth.

"Beautiful," he murmured, voice still rough with climax.

Lucein shuddered, collapsing forward into Silas’s arms, still gasping, still trembling from aftershocks. "Haaah... are you planning to kill me tonight...?"

Silas caught him, pulling him close as though he’d never let go again. His lips brushed against Lucein’s ear, and the overwhelming tide of his pheromones softened—no longer crushing, but warm, wrapping around Lucein like sand kissed by the setting sun.

"Never, my love," Silas whispered, voice rough with restraint. "But tonight... I want to ruin you. I’ve held back for three years—three years." His hand trailed down to Lucien’s trembling arm, fingers brushing reverently over skin he had ached for. His tone broke into something raw, almost fragile.

"I missed these soft hands of yours... your breath... everything. So tell me... may I ruin you tonight?"

Lucein huffed, drunk on Silas’s scent, his body pliant under the weight of Silas’s longing. His lips parted, breath shaky as he whispered, "I’m all yours... you can do whatever you want tonight."

His trembling hand reached up, clasping Silas’s, and he pressed a fragile kiss against Silas’s palm. "I missed you too..."

***

[Bedroom—Later]

Silas lifted Lucein effortlessly into his arms, the air growing heavy as his Alpha pheromones poured out unchecked—warm sand and sea breeze wrapping around them like an invisible embrace. Lucein shivered against his chest, already trembling before Silas even reached the bed.

He laid Lucein down with care, but his red eyes had deepened to a burning shade, his restraint fraying. His lips brushed across Lucien’s trembling fingers.

"I missed every part of your body, my love," he whispered, kissing his hand with reverence. "Every part of you is so beautiful... I feel like devouring it."

"Ahn... S-Silas..." Lucein gasped, his voice breaking into a soft moan as Silas’s lips lingered. The pheromones pressed down on him until his body arched instinctively, his breath hitching.

Silas moved lower, tracing a heated path of kisses down his arm, sucking at the sensitive skin of his wrist until Lucein whined, clutching at his hair.

"Ahh... mmh—Silas..." the sound slipped from him, helpless, and Silas’s eyes darkened further at the sound.

"Perfect," Silas groaned against his skin, as if Lucien’s very moans were feeding his hunger. He spread Lucein’s legs apart gently, his mouth descending to the pale skin of his thighs.

Lucein’s back arched as Silas kissed the inside of his thigh, his breath catching before tumbling into another moan. "Ahh—nngh... d-don’t... tease..."

Silas smirked, pressing his lips harder against the tender flesh, marking him with reverence. "Even here... even these legs..." he whispered, voice thick and hoarse, "I missed them. I dreamed of them wrapped around me, holding me tight."

"Mmh—Silas... ahh..." Lucein’s moans spilled freely now, each one trembling with heat and need. His body squirmed under the weight of Silas’s scent, his eyes glazed.

Silas looked up at him, red eyes burning, voice shaking as if he were on the edge of breaking. "Lucein... let me worship you properly tonight."

Silas’s lips trailed higher, kissing his thighs, his wrist, and the trembling palm of his hand—worshipping each part as if he’d been starved for centuries. Lucein’s breath kept stuttering, broken moans spilling out of him.

"Ahh... S-Silas... nghh—" his voice cracked, his fingers curling into Silas’s hair as if he couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away.

Silas lifted his head, his red eyes blazing, and captured Lucein’s lips in a desperate kiss. Their mouths clashed—wet, hungry, aching—as if those three long years apart were being devoured in that single moment.

"Mmh—ahh... nngh—Silas..." Lucein moaned into the kiss, trembling under the flood of his Alpha’s pheromones. His body melted, every nerve alight, every moan betraying how undone he already was.

Silas pulled back just enough to whisper against his swollen lips, his breath ragged. "Lucein..."

Lucein’s eyes were glassy, his voice shaking as he huffed between moans. His hand gripped Silas’s wrist, dragging him closer until their foreheads touched.

"J-Just... ahh—just put it in... I can’t wait any longer."

Silas’s red gaze softened for a moment. He pressed a tender kiss against Lucien’s forehead, his voice husky but steady.

"You’re not ready yet, my love."

He reached for the drawer, pulling out a small set of lotion, wrapping it around his hand with deliberate care. But before he could move further, Lucein’s trembling fingers caught his wrist, guiding it back down. His breath was hot and desperate, his moans breaking against Silas’s lips.

"Please... nghhh—just do it... fast."

The plea hung in the air, raw and unrestrained, before silence swallowed the room whole.