CHAPTER 274: (+18) VAMPIRE HUNT 34

Lucian’s eyes met hers—dark, burning, and wholly unreadable.

A drop of her blood clung to his lower lip. He didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he lowered his mouth back to hers, and when their lips met, she tasted herself on him—rich, metallic, and strangely intoxicating.

His kiss softened for just a moment, almost tender, but his hips never slowed. The deep, steady thrusts seemed to claim her from the inside out, the angle forcing a moan from her throat that he swallowed with his mouth.

When he broke the kiss, his gaze held her as though searching for something—permission, surrender, or maybe the moment when she would break completely.

Selis arched against him, the movement pressing her chest to his. She felt his heartbeat—a strong, urgent counterpoint to her own racing pulse—matching the rhythm of his body as he drove into her again and again.

Every movement seemed to strip away another layer of control from both of them.

He rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made her toes curl, then withdrew almost entirely before slamming forward again. The shock of it stole her breath, forcing another cry from her lips. He caught it with a smirk, his mouth brushing the shell of her ear.

"Mine," he whispered, voice roughened to something primal.

The word sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t answer—couldn’t—but her body spoke for her, tightening around him in response.

Lucian’s control wavered again. He caught her legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist, and the new angle made his next thrusts even deeper, each one hitting a place inside her that made her vision blur.

Her nails raked lightly over his back, dragging over the hard planes of muscle, and she felt him shudder against her.

His mouth returned to her neck, but this time his fangs grazed instead of pierced, his lips lingering in a heated trail down to her collarbone. He kissed there, slow and almost reverent, before biting gently at the curve of her shoulder.

Selis’s breaths came faster, her head falling back, giving him more of herself without thought. Her skin burned wherever he touched her, and the friction of their bodies built into something unbearable, a sweet pressure coiling low in her belly.

Lucian’s pace shifted again—less wild now, but no less intense. Every thrust was calculated, as though he wanted her to feel every inch of him, to memorize the way he filled her.

His hand slid down, fingers splaying against her hip to hold her still, his strength making her realize she couldn’t move even if she tried.

Her nails dug into his shoulders when the pressure inside her threatened to snap. She bit her lip to hold back the sound, but Lucian caught her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Don’t hold it in," he murmured. "I want to hear you."

The command broke something in her. The next sound that left her was raw, almost a plea, and it made his eyes darken further. His pace quickened again, driving her higher until she was clinging to him, mind empty except for the sensation of him moving inside her.

When the pleasure finally spilled over, it hit with such force that she cried out, her body tightening around his cock.

Lucian growled low in his throat, his hips stuttering as if her release was pulling him under with her. He buried his face against her neck, his breath hot and uneven, before finally stilling inside her.

For a long moment, neither moved. Their chests rose and fell in unison, their skin slick with heat.

Lucian’s weight pressed her into the stone, but it was a grounding, protective presence rather than a burden. He stayed like that, his forehead resting against hers, his thumb brushing over the pulse point on her wrist as though feeling the life he’d just tasted.

Selis didn’t speak. She couldn’t. But something had shifted between them—something raw and unspoken, forged in the mix of desire, blood, and the way he had looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

The chamber was quiet now, save for the sound of their ragged breathing.

Selis lay sprawled on the cold stone, her body still humming from the aftermath. Her skin felt flushed, every nerve sensitized, as if even the faintest brush of air could set her off again.

The faint sting at her neck throbbed in time with her pussy, each pulse a reminder of where his fangs and cock had been—and how deeply he had taken from her.

Lucian’s weight rested partially on her, his body warm and solid against her trembling frame. His head was bent, lips lingering at the spot where he had bitten her, the faintest lick of his tongue soothing the mark as if sealing it.

She could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing now—slower, calmer—like a predator finally sated.

Her wrists were free, but instead of moving away, her hands slid into his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands. He didn’t pull back; he simply stayed there, his presence anchoring her in a haze that felt half like exhaustion and half like bliss.

She realized her lips were curved in a faint smile she hadn’t meant to make. Her body still ached from his possession, the deep, sweet soreness between her thighs a vivid reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her.

Yet there was no shame in it, no regret—only the strange, intoxicating warmth that lingered in her chest.

Lucian finally lifted his gaze to her. The crimson in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a softer, molten glow. There was blood at the corner of his mouth—her blood—but he didn’t look savage anymore.

He looked almost . . . soft.

"You’re warm," he murmured, almost to himself, as if surprised by it.

"And you’re heavy," she teased, her voice hoarse but light.

A faint smirk touched his lips, but instead of moving off her completely, he shifted just enough to let her breathe without breaking the contact between their bodies.

His hand trailed down her arm, his touch unexpectedly gentle, fingertips brushing her skin like he was memorizing it.