Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 278: Skin to skin 3

Braelyn’s POV

My core was dripping with anticipation. Lucien’s tip nudged my entrance again. His length was slick, coated with our combined release, and fresh arousal was already dripping from the tip.

My clit throbbed at the feeling of him. I instinctively lifted my hips to give him a better view. I was already dripping. There was no need for foreplay. I just wanted him in.

I deliberately rubbed against his tip, making him hiss as he grabbed my waist more firmly.

"Relax, Viper. There’s plenty more where this comes from..." he grunted in a low growl.

He rubbed slowly over my clit, teasing the swollen folds until I whimpered into the headboard.

"Lucien..."

But my cry only fuelled him more.

He chuckled. "Don’t forget to breathe, Viper..." he said, and without any warning, he pushed forward in one long, merciless stroke.

"Oh, Lucien..." I cried out, tears burning in my eyes. I thought my folds were relaxed, but the first stroke always hurt. The stretch burned fresh despite how wet I was. He filled me completely this time, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my stomach.

"You still can’t take me all in..." he groaned.

I always snapped at him for that. That wasn’t humanly possible. Unfortunately, I couldn’t form a word because I was still trying to get used to the feeling of being filled. My fingers dug into the carved wood of the headboard for something to hold on to. My knees shook under me.

He didn’t give me a second to adjust, just like the first round.

"You squeeze me so well, Viper," he grunted.

I hissed as he tried pushing further. I wanted to cry that he should be careful before my walls ruptured. He pulled out abruptly, but I didn’t relax because I knew he was coming back in.

His hips snapped forward, setting a brutal rhythm from the start. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the candlelit room, louder than the rain outside.

He started thrusting, building his pace rapidly. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs in sharp, broken moans. My breasts swayed heavily beneath me. The rose petals stuck to my damp skin and scattered across the sheets with every impact. The bed started to creak from our movements. Lucien didn’t play any games. He just fucked me raw.

It was hot, intense, and painful, but I loved every second of it. I started moving with his thrusts as I shamelessly screamed and moaned. My head blurred, filled only with lust.

Lucien’s hand came down on my arse. The stinging pain bloomed, but I could barely feel it. The crack echoed and I gripped the headboard tighter as heat bloomed in my stomach and my folds grew wetter. My moans stopped for a moment. My back arched and my eyes rolled back.

"Moan louder, Viper. I didn’t give you permission to stop..." he growled, his voice rough, edged with command. "Let me hear how much you need this."

The next slap landed harder. Heat spread across my cheek.

"Yes, Lucien..." I screamed his name, the sound raw with desperation. My walls clenched around him involuntarily. He groaned low in his throat and rewarded me with an even deeper thrust.

"Wrong name, Viper. I’m teaching you a lesson here," he hissed.

"Daddies are the ones who teach little girls to behave..."

He smacked me again and my brain short-circuited.

"Yes, Daddy..." my mouth answered immediately. He had all control, his cock thrusting into me.

"Good girl. Now cry for Daddy," he ordered. Another smack came immediately. "I want you to beg."

"Yes, please, go faster, Daddy... I’m close..." I gasped. I called him Daddy so many times my father was probably rolling in his grave.

I didn’t even try to hold back with his ruthless pace. It was useless. He rammed into me faster, harder, the head of his cock dragging over that spot inside me with every stroke. He hit it so many times I thought I might go blind from how hard my eyes rolled.

Pleasure coiled so tight it hurt. Pain from the stretch, from the slaps, it all twisted together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. Not from sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity. From the way my body was breaking apart under him.

"Please... Lucien..." The words came out choked between sobs and moans.

He smacked me and I corrected myself.

"Daddy, please... I can’t... it’s too much..."

He laughed darkly. The sound vibrated through me where we were joined.

"That’s it. Cry louder. Beg louder."

His palm cracked against my arse again as he thrust in. I screamed, arching back, pushing myself onto him even though it felt like he was splitting me open. The heat that had been growing in my stomach couldn’t hold any longer.

My thighs trembled violently. My core spasmed around his thickness, fluttering, trying to pull him deeper even as I sobbed.

He didn’t slow down even after my release. If anything, he went faster. The bedframe rattled against the wall. Candles flickered wildly. Petals flew up with every brutal snap of his hips.

I lost track of time. Lost track of everything except the relentless pounding, the sting on my skin, the building pressure that kept climbing and climbing until it felt like I would shatter.

Just like the first round, when the orgasm hit, it wasn’t gentle. It ripped through me like lightning. My vision whited out. My scream tore my throat raw. My walls clamped down so hard he hissed a curse. Hot release flooded me again, thick pulses that overflowed and ran down my shaking thighs.

I collapsed, letting go of the bedframe as I gasped for air. My arms gave out and my knees buckled.

I fell forward onto the mattress in a boneless heap, face pressed into rose petals and damp sheets. My body twitched with aftershocks. Every breath hurt. My limbs felt like they belonged to someone else. That was insane.

I was barely conscious when strong arms slid under me again.

Lucien gathered me against his chest. My head lolled onto his shoulder. My wet hair stuck to his skin. He just held me as we both basked in the afterglow.

"I might die from another round..." I whispered.

I think he smirked. His voice taunted,

"Didn’t Raphael take care of you properly? Your stamina is poor..." he hissed.

My face burned. There was a time Raphael and I would go over it again and again...

That was before things fell apart. He was too exhausted from his mistress to properly fuck me. I didn’t understand the shift then, why we could only go a few rounds.

But I understand now.