Alina’s POV

A wicked smirk curved my lips as Lucian’s hot breath brushed my ear.

"I want to feel every ounce of pain," he whispered, voice low and rough.

A delicious shiver raced down my spine. Fuck. Nothing turned me on more than this—having a man like him completely at my mercy.

"Get on your knees."

My voice came out calm, commanding. Lucian’s dark eyes stayed locked on mine as he sank slowly to the floor, powerful thighs flexing before his knees met the cold tiles. The sight of such raw strength willingly bending for me sent a rush of wet heat between my thighs.

I circled him like a predator, heels clicking softly. His gaze tried to follow, hungry and obedient. When I finally stopped in front of him, I traced my fingers along his sharp jaw. He leaned into my touch instantly, like a starving man, eyes fluttering half-closed.

Then I fisted his hair hard.

"Fuck..." The broken whimper that tore from his throat was pure music. It made my pussy clench.

I slid two fingers past his lips. His tongue immediately curled around them, hot and eager, sucking greedily while he stared up at me with raw devotion burning in his gaze.

"You want me, don’t you?" I murmured, voice thick.

Lucian released my fingers with a wet pop, lips glistening. "My body and soul crave you, my Queen."

The words hit me straight in the core. A fresh gush of arousal soaked my panties.

I turned away just long enough to retrieve a lighter and a thick black candle from the counter. When I returned, his eyes lit up with dark excitement, pupils blown wide. The flame caught quickly. I tilted the candle.

The first drop of hot wax landed on his bare chest.

"Ouch!" He hissed, but the sound was laced with unmistakable pleasure, his cock visibly straining against his pants.

I didn’t stop. I let more wax drip, then deliberately brought the open flame closer, pressing it against his skin for a heartbeat longer. The sharp scent of burning flesh filled the air. His body jerked, a guttural groan escaping him, but his eyes—those intense, stormy eyes—never left mine. The look he gave me was so fierce, so hungry, it actually made my breath catch.

I yanked the candle away, heart suddenly hammering.

"Lucian, I’m sorry, I—"

He caught my wrist before I could touch the angry red mark, his grip firm yet reverent.

"Don’t," he rasped. "Don’t be sorry. This is what I need, Alina. Every sting, every burn... it only makes me want you more."

He tugged me closer, still on his knees, until his face was inches from my aching core. The heat of his breath teased me through the thin fabric of my dress.

"You brought light back into my dead life," he whispered, voice cracking with raw emotion. "It belongs to you now. I belong to you. I don’t think I can survive without you anymore. You’re the reason I breathe. You’re my God, Alina... and I’ll gladly be your servant for the rest of my life."

His words wrapped around me like smoke, thick and intoxicating. I stood there, pulse thundering between my legs, staring down at this powerful man willingly kneeling at my feet, offering me his pain, his pleasure, his very soul.

And God help me... I was dripping for him.

"Stand up."

Lucian rose without hesitation, towering over me, his broad chest rising and falling. Even on his feet, his eyes never left mine. For a moment I wanted to look away from the intensity burning there, but I refused. I held his gaze like I owned it.

Then I took control.

I slowly leaned in and captured his lips. The second our mouths touched, he groaned deeply and kissed me back like a man starved — hot, desperate, devouring. His large hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body as if he needed me closer than skin allowed. It wasn’t just a kiss. It felt like he was claiming my soul through my lips.

When we finally broke apart, we were both panting heavily, lips swollen.

"Fuck," I breathed, my voice dripping with raw need.

I grabbed his shirt with both hands and ripped it open in one brutal motion. Buttons scattered across the floor. The sound of tearing fabric echoed my hunger.

Lucian’s eyes darkened with lust. "You’re so fucking sexy," he growled, voice rough.

Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly, strong hands gripping my thighs, and dropped me onto the bed. In one swift move he yanked my panties down my legs and spread my thighs wide open, exposing my dripping pussy to his hungry gaze.

The moment his hot tongue dragged slowly over my swollen clit, a sharp whimper tore from my throat. Oh my God.

He didn’t tease. He ate me like a man possessed — licking, sucking, devouring every drop of my arousal with filthy, wet sounds. His mouth was pure heat and sin.

"My God... that feels so fucking good," I gasped, fingers twisting desperately into the sheets.

He focused on the sensitive tip of my clit, flicking and sucking with perfect pressure until my mind started fracturing. My hips bucked against his face, but he held me down, relentless.

Then he pulled back just enough to growl against my soaked folds, "Your pussy tastes so fucking good."

He dove back in, sucking harder, and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them perfectly against that spot that made my vision blur.

"Fucking hell, Lucian!" I moaned loudly, thighs trembling. "You’re driving me insane—"

He kept going, licking and finger-fucking me with merciless rhythm. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.

"You’re gonna make me cum, Lucian," I warned, barely able to hold back my screams.

He didn’t stop. He sucked my clit harder, fingers stroking faster, until the orgasm crashed into me violently. My eyes rolled back, legs shaking uncontrollably as I squirted hard all over his mouth and chin. The wet sound of it filled the room.

Lucian didn’t pull away. Instead, he rubbed his fingers over my pulsing clit, prolonging the orgasm, making my legs jerk even more wildly. Then he lowered his mouth again and drank every drop of my release like it was sacred, moaning deeply as he licked me clean.

"Fuck... that was intense," he rasped when he finally looked up at me.

His face was glistening with my juices, lips swollen, eyes wild with lust and devotion. The sight of this powerful man drenched in my cum sent another fresh wave of arousal through me.

He crawled up beside me, breathing hard. "How was it?" he asked, voice husky. "Did I exceed... as always?"

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, I surged forward and kissed him deeply. I could taste myself on his tongue — salty, musky, filthy. And I fucking loved it. The kiss grew hotter, wetter. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, feeling his massive erection straining beneath me.

I broke the kiss just enough to whisper against his lips, my voice low and dripping with promise:

"You satisfied me... Now it’s my turn to return the favor."

A needy, desperate smirk tugged at Lucian’s lips, his hands already gripping my thighs like he was barely holding himself together.