Serving his desires

Chapter 10

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, the dim glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. The sheets beneath me felt cool, but my skin burned, my body restless. I turned onto my side, then onto my back again, shifting, trying to find a comfortable position. But no matter how I moved, the heat between my legs wouldn’t go away.

I squeezed my thighs together, but it only made things worse.

It had been so long since I’d felt this way....since I’d needed something this badly. And now, it was because of him.

Lucian Vale.

Cold, unreadable, impossible Lucian.

He hadn’t even touched me, hadn’t so much as looked at me with desire, yet here I was, my body betraying me, my thoughts running wild. I could still feel the phantom sensation of him behind me, his lips at my neck, his hands gripping my waist, his voice low and commanding.

A shiver rolled down my spine, and I clenched the sheets in frustration.

This was ridiculous.

I needed sleep.

I had to stop thinking about him like this.

But as I turned onto my stomach, pressing my heated skin against the mattress, a soft whimper escaped my lips. The ache inside me was unbearable, demanding attention I wasn’t sure I could resist giving.

And the worst part?

I didn’t want to resist.

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The silk of my nightgown felt almost too soft against my heated skin. Every shift of the fabric heightened the awareness pulsing through me, making my breath come out shallow. I exhaled slowly, trying to settle the restless ache building inside me, but it was no use.

Sitting up in my soft bed, I let my fingers glide up my arms, over my shoulders, then down to the curve of my breasts, teasing the sensitive skin through the thin fabric. A shiver ran down my spine. My n*****s hardened against the lace, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

I bit my lip, squeezing them gently, rolling the peaks between my fingers. My body arched instinctively, seeking more. Lucian’s face flashed in my mind—the way his sharp gaze lingered on me, the way his voice, low and commanding, always sent chills down my spine. The thought of him watching me like this made the heat between my thighs burn even deeper. f**k YES!! It would be extremely slutty if he watched me like this.

My hand traveled lower, slipping beneath the hem of my nightgown. The bare skin of my thighs trembled beneath my touch. A slow, deliberate caress. My breath hitched as my fingers brushed the sensitive spot between my legs.....just a whisper of contact, but it sent a deep, aching pulse through me.

A quiet moan slipped from my lips.

I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him like this. But I couldn’t stop.

Would he touch me like this? Would he tease me, push me to the edge before finally giving in?

The thought alone sent me spiraling deeper into the pleasure pooling inside me.

My wet skin throbbed as I massaged it gently with my index finger. My breath hitched as the surge of pleasure shot up to my brain. My eyes instantly rolled back as my finger worked my p***y. my other hand caressed my boobs which made the stimulation double.

I sat up quickly and took of the night gown leaving my skin bare and nude as I continued caressing my body while rocking slowly like I was on top of him riding his c**k.

My head refused to stop forming images of him and I was fed up of trying to push them away so I just worked with them. I closed my eyes and got comfortable before going back to my c**t with my fingers.

I licked my index and middle fingers before sliding them gently into my hole which I've ignored for a while now. A shallow moan escaped my lips, I pumped my fingers in and out gently before increasing my pace gradually. I was still using the image of Lucian.

The position I was, was getting boring so I layed on my stomach and let my butt float up in the air before sliding one hand underneath me.

I fingered my p***y slowly at the start but increased my pace gradually and when it became fast, I left it at that. I was kinda hungry and I was being fed. If i can't get who I'm hungry for, then why can't I just feed myself.

Moans that I tried to suppress left my lips as I f****d myself faster and faster.

The images in my head were getting wilder and wilder. I could literally see him behind me, f*****g me mercilessly as I moaned uncontrollably like a slut and that made me hornier. It was like the hunger just kept increasing even if I was trying to satisfy it.

There's still much time left before morning, more time to enjoy in my little imaginary world.

I sat up, took one of my pillows and positioned it beneath me. I lowered myself on it and started rocking it wildly while fumbling with my breast.

My moans were getting a bit louder with every grind of my hips. The pleasure was taking over my sensing and what was worse is the undying images of Lucian f*****g the s**t out of me. What do I do? This wasn't enough, I just wanted real meat. I wanted him especially.

I wanted those huge hands cupping my butt and bouncing it on his d**k while he groaned in pleasure.

I layed on the bed and got busy with my fingers finally finding the perfect rhythm as my back arched off the bed In pleasure.

My hair scattered around me on the bed as my chest rose and fell continuously. I clasped my hand around my mouth as the pressure in my tummy formed. It kept increasing with every stoke of my finger and soon my legs were trembling wildly and I was groaning against my hand like a desperate slut.

I layed on my bed breathless as I processed what I had just done. Did I really just touch my self to him? What the hell was he doing to me? This was abnormal. I had never felt so drawn to a man before. And this man even looks almost 15years older than me.

I can't even keep my desires in check.

I heaved a sigh as I turned over to sleep comfortably now that I was fine. This was just what I needed.