Chapter 15: One Night Stand Part-II (R18+)

Dressed hastily, they emerged from the alley, blending back into the bustling market. Lucian navigated through the winding streets with practiced ease, weaving through crowds and dodging vendors' calls. The thief followed close behind, her hand occasionally brushing against his, a silent promise of what awaited them.

As they approached the outskirts of the market, Lucian turned down a narrow, forgotten lane. The buildings here were older, their stone walls weathered by time.

Her leather boots pounded against the cobblestone streets as she darted through the dimly lit alleyways, her partner Lucian close behind. The moon cast long shadows, hiding them in its embrace. They had barely escaped the guards unnoticed, their hearts racing from the urgency of their desire.

As they reached the worn sign of the inn, a creaky old structure that promised warmth and anonymity, they exchanged a glance filled with unspoken promises. Without a word, they pushed through the heavy wooden door, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses enveloping them like a cloak.

The common room was bustling with patrons, but their eyes were only for each other. Lucian's hand found hers under the table, his fingers intertwining with hers as if to say, 'We're safe now, and it's time.' She nodded, a sly smile playing on her lips, and led him up the creaking stairs to their room.

The door closed with a soft click, sealing them in a world of their own. The room was simple, a bed, a small table, and a washbasin, but it might as well have been a palace for all they cared. Their breaths mingled in the air, heavy with anticipation.

"Finally," Lucian whispered, his voice rough with desire. His hands cupped her face, thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly before meeting his again. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.

Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues darting eagerly, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. Lucian's hands roamed down, gripping her waist tightly before sliding up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. She moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch, feeling her nipples harden against his palms.

Breaking the kiss, she gasped for air, her chest heaving. "Take it off," she demanded, her voice thick with lust.

Lucian needed no further prompting. His hands deftly worked at the buttons of her shirt, exposing her breasts to the cool air. His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, then lowered his head to take one pert nipple into his mouth.

She cried out, her hands threading through his hair, pressing him closer. His tongue swirled around her nipple, leaving it with attention while his hand moved to tease the other, pinching and rolling it between his fingers. Her body shuddered with pleasure, the sensations pooling low in her belly.

"I need more," she breathed, her voice hoarse with need. 

He looked up at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "As you wish," he said, standing to pull off his own shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

She watched him, hunger flaring in her eyes, then stepped forward, her hands mapping his torso, tracing the lines of muscle, feeling the heat of his skin. Her fingers danced lower, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, freeing him. His erection sprang forth, hard and eager, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.

Lucian groaned, his head falling back slightly. "Gods, you feel good," he muttered, his voice strained.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss his neck, her hand continuing its rhythmic motion. "You taste even better," she replied, her lips moving against his skin.

His hands returned to her body, pushing her pants down, leaving her in just her undergarments. He knelt before her, his eyes devouring her form, then gently hooked his fingers into her panties, pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them, completely exposed to his gaze.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his voice reverent.

She shivered, not from cold, but from the intensity of his stare. "Show me," she urged, her voice cracking slightly.

Lucian obliged, his tongue flicking out to taste her, making her knees weak. He explored her with leisurely strokes, drawing out her pleasure, making her writhe and moan above him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself as waves of sensation built within her.

"Please," she begged, her voice ragged. "Inside me, now."

He rose, positioning himself at her entrance, looking deep into her eyes as he pushed inside. They both gasped at the sudden fullness, the connection electrifying. Slowly, he began to move, setting a pace that was both gentle and relentless, building the tension with each thrust.

Her nails bit into his back, marking him as hers. "Harder," she panted, her body craving more.

Lucian complied, his movements growing rougher, deeper, slamming into her with a force that made the bedframe rattle. She met each thrust, her hips bucking against him, her cries filling the room. They were lost in a whirlwind of passion, bodies melding together, skin slick with sweat.

"Yes, yes," she chanted, her voice rising in pitch. "Don't stop."

Lucian's grunts mingled with her cries, the sound of their flesh meeting echoing off the walls. His hand found her breast again, squeezing roughly, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience.

Her climax approached like a storm, gathering strength until it crashed over her, sending her spiraling into oblivion. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him, pulling him over the edge with her.

They collapsed together, spent yet sated, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Lucian rolled onto his side, pulling her with him, their limbs entangled.

"That was..." she started, her voice trailing off, searching for words.

"Incredible," he finished for her, his lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away. The world outside the room didn't exist; there was only this, only them.