Lucian lay sprawled on Selene's massive bed, his chest heaving from exertion. His hands rested lightly on her waist as he hovered above her, their gazes locked in an intense exchange of wills. Selene's amethyst eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement, intrigue, and something deeper—something possessive.
"You've been playing your games, Selene," he said, his voice low and steady, though his pulse raced. "But now it's my turn."
Selene's lips curved into a dangerous smirk, even as he leaned closer. "My pet thinks he can take charge? Bold of you." Her voice dripped with mockery, but there was no mistaking the flicker of anticipation in her eyes.
Lucian pinned her hands gently but firmly above her head, his fingers curling around her delicate wrists. Her sleek black dress hugged her form, emphasizing her curves as she shifted beneath him. He could feel her warmth through the fabric, her breathing uneven as he pressed closer.
"You've pushed me since the moment we met," he murmured, his breath brushing against her ear. "Teased me, tested me, marked me. But maybe it's time you learned what it feels like to lose control."
Selene's smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a flicker of curiosity. "And you think you're the one to teach me?"
Lucian didn't respond. Instead, he lowered his head, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but submissive. His mouth moved against hers with a fervor that caught her off guard, drawing a soft gasp from her as her body arched instinctively. The faint scent of her perfume—dark and floral—filled his senses, intoxicating him further.
Her response was immediate, her lips parting to deepen the kiss as her hands flexed beneath his grip. But he didn't release her. Instead, his free hand trailed down her side, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her dress. He pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking downward.
"You've been hiding this body under all your games," he said softly, his voice laced with admiration and defiance. "Let's see what you're so proud of."
Selene tilted her head, her smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "Careful, Lucian. You're treading dangerous ground."
"That's the point," he replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated between them. His hand reached for the delicate straps of her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin as he slid them down her shoulders. The dark fabric obeyed his touch, falling away like a whispered promise.
The pale expanse of her upper chest and shoulders gleamed in the dim light, her skin almost luminescent. The curve of her cleavage was framed perfectly by the form-fitting garment that now hung precariously on her frame, her full breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her shallow, uneven breaths.
Lucian moved slowly, savoring every moment. His hands lingered on the fabric, his gaze flicking to her face to gauge her reaction. Selene's usual air of control was still there, but her eyes betrayed her anticipation, glimmering with an intensity that mirrored his own. She made no move to stop him—if anything, her slight lean forward was an invitation.
The fabric slipped further, and at last, her breasts were revealed in their full glory. The sight left him momentarily breathless, his chest tightening with both desire and satisfaction.
His hand traced the curve of her collarbone, the faintest contact of his fingertips eliciting a soft shiver from her. As his touch drifted lower, brushing against the soft swell of her chest, Selene's smirk began to waver. She held his gaze, her composure slipping bit by bit as he explored her with deliberate care.
When his lips replaced his hand, pressing warm, lingering kisses along her collarbone and down to the tops of her breasts, a quiet, uncharacteristic moan escaped her lips.
"You're enjoying this," he murmured against her skin, his voice rich with confidence. His eyes flicked up to hers, catching the faint flush that now painted her cheeks.
Selene narrowed her gaze, though the faint quiver in her breath betrayed her. "And you're getting cocky."
Lucian's lips curved into a wicked smirk as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin just above her heart. "Maybe I am," he said softly, his tone teasing but firm. "But you don't seem to mind."
His hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. Her breathing hitched sharply, and for a moment, her head tipped back, her lips parting in a soft gasp. When he leaned closer, his mouth replacing his thumb, his tongue flicked over her sensitive skin before he began sucking gently, alternating between her breasts.
Selene's carefully composed mask shattered completely. Her fingers, which had been twitching at her sides, finally broke free from his earlier grip and tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her body arched into his touch. Her usual sharp wit and guarded demeanor dissolved into quiet, breathy sounds that only served to fuel his confidence.
For what felt like an eternity, their movements grew more frantic, more heated. His kisses trailed from her lips to her neck, down her collarbone, and further still, each one leaving her skin tingling and flushed. Her smirk had faded entirely, replaced by a look of genuine enjoyment that only spurred him on.
Lucian's hands roamed her body with a possessive edge, each touch deliberate and unrelenting. Selene, for the first time, seemed truly lost in the moment, her breaths uneven and her sharp eyes hazy with desire.
Finally, just as Lucian's lips ventured lower, Selene placed a hand on his chest. The touch wasn't forceful, but it carried a clear command. He paused, looking up to meet her gaze.
Her amethyst eyes glimmered with a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and something softer—something harder to define. "That's enough, Lucian," she said, her voice low but steady.
He pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he met her gaze. "Are you sure about that?"
Her smirk returned, though it was softer now. "Quite sure. You're learning, pet. But don't forget—I still own you."
Lucian raised an eyebrow, leaning back onto his heels. "Keep telling yourself that."
Selene sat up, adjusting the straps of her dress with practiced ease. Her composure returned almost instantly, though the faint flush in her cheeks betrayed her. She smoothed her hair, her fingers lingering on the fabric of her dress as she stood.
"You've proven yourself… entertaining," she said, her tone teasing. "But tonight, we dine."
Lucian blinked, caught off guard. "Dine?"
Selene turned to face him, her smirk widening. "Yes, pet. You'll join me for dinner. I've decided it's time you experienced the finer side of life at my side."
She extended a hand toward him, her expression expectant. Lucian hesitated for a moment before taking it, letting her pull him to his feet. His legs were still shaky from the encounter, but he wasn't about to show weakness now.
"Get dressed," Selene said as she led him toward the door. "We leave in an hour."
Lucian couldn't help but grin as he followed her. For the first time, it felt like he was starting to gain some control in this dangerous game they were playing. And he had no intention of losing it.