Chapter 24
Apr 30, 2025
Lucien’s POV
I didn’t think. I just walked.
Through the quiet halls of the estate, past the guards who didn’t even glance my way, straight to the east wing, our sleeping quarters. I knew she’d be there. I pushed it open slowly.
There she was.
Seraphina.
Standing in front of the mirror, her hair falling softly over her shoulders. She wore light pajamas, simple and loose, but the way she stood—barefoot, arms loosely folded across her chest, staring at herself like she didn’t belong in her own skin—it made something ache inside me.
She turned when she saw me. Her eyes met mine.
“Oh,” she said quietly, her voice barely more than a breath. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I walked toward her, slow but certain, until I was close enough to feel her warmth.
And then, without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my hand gently around her neck—not to hurt her, just to hold her in place. Her back pressed softly against the mirror.
I leaned in, forehead nearly touching hers.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “Tell me you feel this too. Tell me to stop if you don’t. Just say it, and I’ll walk away.”
She didn’t say anything. She just breathed. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came. I searched her eyes—pleading, needing. Still nothing.
So I kissed her.
Not soft. Not slow. It was full of all the things I’d kept buried. The tension, the pain, the fire that had been building between us since the day she walked into my life as the Alpha King’s daughter.
Her lips were warm—so warm—and she didn’t pull away. I pulled back slightly, my hand still on her neck.
Without a word, I lifted her up and placed her on the dresser, her legs dangling over the edge. I could see the excitement in her eyes as I reached for the hem of her pajama top, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her perky breasts encased in a lacy bra. I traced my fingers over the lace, feeling her nipples harden under my touch.
I then reached for the drawstring of her pants, tugging it loose and pulling them down my legs. She lifted her hips to help me, her eyes never leaving mine. I took in the sight of her, her smooth skin and the dampness between her legs. I couldn’t resist any longer.
I plunged a finger inside her, feeling her wetness coat my finger. She gasped, her head falling back. “Fuck, Lucien,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I added another finger, curling them inside her, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.
I found it, and she cried out, her legs shaking. I continued to finger her, feeling her wetness increase as she got closer to her release. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, to hear her scream my name as I took her to the brink of pleasure and beyond.
With one swift movement, I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She yelped in surprise, but the look in her eyes was pure desire. I climbed on top of her, my dick hard and ready. I teased her entrance with the tip, feeling her wetness coat me.
“Lucien, please,” she begged, her hands gripping my shoulders. I couldn’t deny her any longer. I thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. I began to fuck her, hard and fast, each thrust causing the bed to shake.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my hips slapping against hers. She moaned in response, her nails digging into my skin. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around me.
“Come for me, Seraphina,” I commanded, my voice low and commanding. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her. I felt her walls pulse around me, triggering my own release. I groaned, my dick twitching inside her as I filled her with my cum.
