Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 124: Together Again (Smut!)

Chapter 124: Together Again (Smut!)

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The second kiss was wilder, searing with hunger and urgency. Lucian’s hands were relentless—gripping my waist, threading through my hair, skimming along my back—like he was desperate to touch every inch of me at once. I wasn’t much better. My hands were everywhere, tugging impatiently at his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.

He guided me down onto the bed with ease, his body pressing into mine, his mouth never leaving mine for even a heartbeat. My pulse raced, pounding in my ears as Lucian’s hands began their slow descent over my thin evening gown. When his fingers found the zipper at my back, he paused just long enough to pull it down, the soft whisper of the fabric slipping to my waist sending a delicious shiver along my spine as my boobs bounced free from the restrain of the dress.

"Is it really you this time, Lucian? Are you here? Really here?" I whispered, breathless, my voice trembling with equal parts need and fear. I didn’t want anything to go wrong again, the fear of waking up tomorrow morning to him hating me again squeezed my chest. Was I being cheap again like he said last time? As much as I wanted him to pound the shit out of me, was I truly ready for this? Was he ready for this. His hands, warm and firm, slid lower, pushing the gown further down until it pooled at my hips.

"Yes, Teresa. I’m here, and I’m not letting you go." His voice, low and hot against my ear, sent shockwaves through my body. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this...wanted you. Wanted to make love to you. Let me have you."

His words melted the last of my restraint, and when his lips traced a path down my jaw to my throat, I arched beneath him, unable to stifle the moan that escaped me. His mouth was wicked—leaving wet, heated kisses that turned my skin into a live wire of sensation.

"Lucian," I moaned his name, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer.

"You taste so damn good, baby," he groaned against me, the raw edge in his voice igniting a fire deep in my core. The way he said it—so rough, so utterly hungry—sent my body spiraling. I didn’t stop to think; I pushed up, catching him off guard as I stripped his shirt from him in a frenzy. My lips found the hard planes of his chest, tasting his skin, reveling in the way his breath hitched.

He pushed me back down, his weight deliciously pinning me beneath him, his mouth trailing lower, teasing, torturing me with every touch. When his lips brushed against my navel, I flinched, a gasp slipping from my lips.

"Ah..." My quiet moan filled the room, the sound mingling with the soft hiss of a zipper. Anticipation crackled like lightning between us as Lucian ripped his jeans off and climbed back over me. My breath hitched when his mouth hovered just above the thin barrier of my panties, so close yet so impossibly far.

I froze, waiting—half terrified, half delirious with want—but he didn’t hesitate. His mouth pressed hotly against my vagina, right through the flimsy fabric, his tongue stroking with slow, maddening precision. My body betrayed me, pleasure pooling low in my belly.

"Oh, fuck, Lucian!" I cried out, my head falling back as my body arched into him. His golden eyes—blazing with an intensity that should have scared me—met mine, and instead of fear, all I felt was hunger. Need.

He didn’t stop. His hands gripped my pantie, tugging it slowly down my legs, he inhaled it hungrily before tossing it somewhere behind him. The cold air against my bare skin only heightened my awareness of him—Lucian, kneeling before me, his hand roving over me with an expression that left me breathless.

"Damn, Teresa..." His voice was a growl as he leaned down, inhaling deeply at the juncture of my thighs. My body quivered beneath his touch, and his groan—deep and primal—pushed me further toward the edge. "You smell so fucking good."

I was trembling, my heart racing so fast it felt like it might burst. When he finally rid himself of his boxers, my eyes fell to his cock—every inch of him taut, strong, perfect. Just like I remembered. There was something boyish in the way he kicked his boxers off carelessly, and I couldn’t help but laugh, though the sound quickly turned into a sigh when he crawled back over me, settling his hard body flush against mine.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice husky as he nipped at my ear, sending waves of heat flooding through me.

"Yes," I hissed, arching into him, my hands framing his face as I kissed him deeply. There was no turning back now.

He hesitated, just for a moment, his hands grabbing mine for a bit, his face looked serious and his blank eyes filled with something deeper—something tender. "I promise...this time will be different. I swear to you."

His nerves were visible, but so were mine. I could feel it wrack through his body. I reached up and caressed his face lovingly, wrapping my hand behind his neck I pulled him down to press our mouths together once more before separating our lips to wet my fingers generously with my saliva and I touched Lucian’s hard member with my wet hand massaging till I was satisfied and I positioned him. Lucian looked shocked at my boldness but I had come this far, I wasn’t backing out now.

"Make love to me, Lucian," I whispered, my voice soft but steady.

For a moment, his expression softened into something so vulnerable it made my heart ache. "That’s all I’ve ever wanted, Tess," he said, his voice breaking. "For so long..."

And then he pushed into me, slow and deliberate, filling me inch by inch until I was gasping, my body arching to meet his.

"Oh..." The moan escaped me, involuntary and raw, as Lucian began to move. My eyes locked onto his, and I couldn’t look away. His golden gaze was heavy-lidded, wild, and yet, there was something achingly tender beneath it. Each thrust sent pleasure crashing over me in waves, but it was the way his fingers worshiped my body—like I was his entire world—that undid me completely.

"Oh God, Lucian...yes," I cried, clutching him closer, burying my face in his shoulder as he kissed my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

It felt impossible—this moment, this closeness. Lucian, touching me with such care, loving me so thoroughly. For so long, this was all I’d dreamed of: being held, cherished, consumed by the man who had my heart...my mate.

"I want to be connected to you in every way," he whispered, his words reverberating through me like a tremor, pushing me over the edge. My body shattered, pleasure so intense it left me breathless, and I felt him follow me into bliss, our bodies trembling as we fell together.

"Don’t you ever hurt me again, Lucian," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper as we lay tangled in the sheets, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet.

He let out a soft, rumbling chuckle, his arms tightening around me as he pulled me close to his chest. "I promise you, never again, Tess."

There were no more words after that, only the sound of our shared breaths and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself forget the pain, the anger...the fear.

For the first time, I let myself feel.

Wrapped in his arms, his body warm and solid against mine, I dared to believe—just for a little while—that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other.

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