Chapter Sixteen

Elise

One week later

We are deep into winter now and we have eight inches of snow with the morning forecast. I am outside watching Lucian shovel snow from the walkway and sidewalk. He is insistent that I just sit and watch so that I don’t get too cold.

I have a better idea, though. He doesn’t ever seem to relax, so I’m going to mess with him until he gives up and comes to cuddle in bed with me. It is 27 degrees out here and I’d much rather he be warm and comfortable with me. I don’t know why people always shovel their sidewalks and driveways. It seems completely useless when it will just melt away soon, especially when they have no plans of even going anywhere.

I step off the porch and gather snow into a ball when he isn’t watching me. I put it behind my back and smile when he turns to face me. “What's up?” he asks.

“Just wanted to come down and be in the snow,” I say. “You’re working hard.”

“Yeah, I should be done soon,” he says. “Thought I could go up to the community center and work on the sidewalk up there.”

“Ah,” I say simply. When he turns away to continue, I launch the snowball at him. It hits the back of his head, and a puff of snow covers him. I cackle and quickly gather more snow as he slowly turns to face me.

“You did not just do that,” he says. He tries to keep a serious look on his face, but smirks anyway.

“I did,” I say, hitting him in the chest with another ball of snow.

“Little girl,” he says with a warning.

“Yes sir?” I say, innocently throwing another at him. He drops his shovel and I think he is going to come over to issue some sort of fun little punishment for my silliness. Instead, he gathers snow into a ball and hits me in the chest with it. “You asshole,” I gasp with a grin and gather more snow. I throw the ball and he smacks it out of the air before it can hit him. He throws another, hitting my arm. When I throw another, I misjudge and it hits him in the face. His mouth falls open in shock as he wipes the snow away. I cover my mouth to contain my giggles. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Too late now, Elise,” he says as he walks closer.

“I’ll run,” I laugh. When he continues to walk closer, I squeal and throw more snow at him. Before I can turn to run, he wraps his arms around me and brings us both to the ground. I loop my arms around his neck as I giggle. He takes a handful of snow and wipes it down my face, making us both laugh. I respond by kissing him and sigh as I melt into him when he deepens our kiss. He cups my cheek as we get lost in each other. There are no overwhelming feelings. We are connected on every level but steadily moving from playful to lust filled.

“Let’s go inside and get warm,” he says softly.

“Okay,” I reply happily.

Lucian helps me up, and we go inside. We strip off our outer layers before we go to the kitchen to make cocoa. “Can we go watch a movie?” I ask.

“That sounds nice,” he says. “Go up and pick something. I’ll bring the drinks up.”

“Okay,” I say. I am thrilled that he is going to come relax with me. When I get to the bedroom, I find a cute holiday romance before closing the curtains and undressing. I put on one of his shirts and crawl into bed with nothing else under it. When Lucian comes in, he sets the cups down before undressing down to his boxers and joining me. I snuggle up with him, and with hot cocoa in hand, we start our movie. He put the tiny marshmallows in ours and I find it to be the sweetest gesture.

On the outside, Lucian Voss is a rugged, intense man. He can bring me to tears with little effort while absolutely wrecking my pussy, but he is also the sweetest man I have ever met. He is compassionate and loving with everything he does. When he vowed to make me his priority, he meant it. I never have to doubt how much he cares about me because he shows me in everything he does.

When we finish our drinks, he sets them aside and wraps his arms around me so that I am laid back against his chest. He has one hand on my belly and the other laid on my thigh. He is mindlessly stroking my inner thigh, and I am finding it hard to focus on the movie.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Lucian. You’re either going to have to get me off or move your hand,” I say.

“Oh,” he laughs. “That wasn’t my intention, but it’s nice to see how much I affect you.”

“I can’t focus on the movie,” I laugh with him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

“No sir,” I say as he lightly drags his fingers across my skin, teasing my pussy. I spread my legs wider to give him more access, and he starts gently stroking my clit. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Do you want to come for your master?” he asks softly, lightly kissing my neck.

“Yes sir,” I whimper. “Please.”

“Don’t move or I stop,” he tells me.

Lucian quickens his movements but keeps his touch soft and gentle. I moan and struggle to not move. He moves out from behind me and lays me down before settling between my legs. “Such a sweet little pussy,” he says as he slowly fills me with two thick fingers. “Don’t move or come until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” I breathe.

Lucian lightly flicks his tongue across my clit, and I moan as he curls his fingers inside me. He continues this until I am shaking and whining, and then he starts to suck my clit.

“Oh, fuck. Please let me come. Please,” I beg. He sucks harder, and it’s becoming nearly impossible to sit still. “Luci, please. I can’t stop.”

“Come for me, Elise,” he says. He says before returning to viciously sucking me. I buck my hips and cry out as my orgasm comes crashing down on me. When my body relaxes, he moves up to kiss me deeply. I gasp against his lips when he slowly fills me with his cock. I wrap my arms around him, and he takes slow, deep strokes.

“Fuuuck,” he groans.

“That feels so good,” I say, panting. I am clinging to him and groan every time he pushes in as deep as our bodies allow. He pulls all the way out and then slams in deep, making me cry out with pleasure. “Fuck. That. I want that.”

He does it again and again, slowly quickening his pace. I have my face buried in his neck and soon he has me screaming. I am fighting the urge to bite down on him. Everything feels so intense as he pounds me into the bed. It’s almost primal, the way he is fucking me.

“Come with me, Elise,” he orders softly. He abruptly starts fucking me as hard and fast as he can, and I let the primal urge take over as he pulls my orgasm to the surface. I sink my teeth into the junction of his neck and shoulder, making him groan as we come in perfect synchrony.

He collapses down to my chest, resting his head on my breast. I rub his back as we both catch our breath. “I want kids,” I say. He sits up and looks at me. “Not right this second, but I want to have your babies.”

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile.

“Mhmm. I want children and I want to give them the love I know Mom wished she could have given me. I want to show them a world far different from what I was forced to see as a child. I want them to see the beauty in the world as a child rather than not realizing just how amazing life can be.”

“When you’re ready, let’s have a baby,” he says. “Until then, we can keep practicing.”

“First, let’s restart the movie,” I laugh.

“Let’s do that. I was far more focused on you. Wiggling your cute little ass around while I was touching you.”