Craved by the Wrong Volkov-Chapter 168: Messy desire

Braelyn’s POV

I kissed him

I wasn’t thinking straight, like hell I could actually think when he was next to me.

I knew I couldn’t save him. How could I redeem another when I was equally lost, but maybe even for a moment, if I could make it all fade away?

I thought I would be mad after hearing how twisted he was. I felt like laughing. Maybe I would have laughed as the tears streaked down my face if his lips weren’t on me now.

The kiss started soft, almost careful, like he was waiting for me to shove him off the cliff. But the second my lips moved against his, something snapped. His hands tightened on my face, tilting my head, and then it wasn’t soft anymore.

It was pure hunger: raw and messy evidence of a long restraint. He had kissed me before but tonight felt different. It was like we were getting to know each other for the first time

Like we didn’t have any masks. Just two hearts pouring out emotions and longing they could not put into words. They wouldn’t dare put in words.

His mouth slanted over mine, nibbling the edges of my mouth as he kissed me deeper, and slowly I was gone. My fingers twisted in his shirt, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us. He tasted like cold night air and the faint bite of whiskey from earlier, and something darker that was just him.

One of his hands slid down my spine, in slow and deliberate motion, pressing me flush against him. The other tangled in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. Heat flooded me, pooling low in my stomach and going lower, making my head spin.

A small, distant part of my brain whispered that this was wrong. So fucking wrong. He was Raphael’s uncle, no, wait, he was Lucien. My husband’s uncle. The man who should never be touching me like this, kissing me like he wanted to ruin me.

But it was an open marriage. He didn’t care. I didn’t owe him anything and God, the wrongness of it only made it burn hotter. Forbidden had never felt this good. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

We were about to cross that line. The sentiments always held me back, but not tonight. He pried my lips open for his tongue to sneak in and find my mind. Deepening the kiss further, a moan slipped out once I felt his hot tongue.

His tongue stroked mine, and I again moaned helplessly into his mouth. His chest rumbled as he swallowed my mouth and my body arching into him without permission. His hand slipped under my dress, palm flat against the small of my back, skin on skin now, and I shivered hard.

I was losing myself in it. In him. In the way he kissed like he was claiming something he’d waited too long for.

Then, suddenly, my feet left the ground, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, hands under my thighs, and set me on the boot of the car. The metal was still warm from the drive, a sharp contrast to the cold air, and the jolt snapped through me once my cold butt pressed against the warm metal surface, snapping me out of the haze for half a second.

I broke the kiss, breathing hard, staring at him. His hazel eyes were dark, almost black in the low light, his lips swollen, his hair messed up from my fingers.

"Lucien..." It came out shaky. A warning or a plea. I wasn’t sure.

He stepped between my legs, hands sliding up my thighs, thumbs pressing in just enough to make my breath catch again.

"Don’t think, Viper," he murmured, voice rough. "Not tonight." He said, then pressed his forehead against mine, and our eyes met.

I could feel his crotch pressing against my core, separated by the clothes between us. My folds were far beyond wet now aching and clenching for him like I was starved.

At one point, it was a bit embarrassing how easily I was turned on around him. I deliberately rubbed against him, making him groan as he shuddered. A smirk graced my lips, knowing I was also affecting him.

He smiled, his voice came out hoarse. "I have a question to ask you," he said, rocking against me. The friction between our needy sex was driving me nuts. My hand wrapped around his shoulder, hoping it could anchor me. I could barely hear him lost in the daze.

A sharp pain struck my ears. Shivers ran through my body giving goosebumps as the cold midnight air blew against my skin. My head snapped back, stunned, as he nibbled my ear. Lucien’s rough tongue brushed behind my ears, sending more chills down my nerves.

"I was talking to you, Viper.." he whispered, slowly moving his face to hover over mine. He grabbed my chin, making me glance at him. His lips were barely away from mine when he spoke.

"Are you ready to go all the way and you wouldn’t regret it tomorrow?" He asked, and my gaze flickered, understanding what he meant. I smiled then wrapped my hand over his shoulder. I wrapped my leg around his waist and rubbed against him

"Tonight is a cheat night. As long as you are clean I don’t mind going raw. It’s not like I can get pregnant." I chuckled. He grinned mischievously.

"Don’t take back your words later." He drawled. Then his lips brushed under my eyes. He started kissing my tears... he muttered in a hoarse voice.

"I am sorry for making you cry." He said his voice carried a sad tone that made my heart squeeze. He didn’t let me lie on the fact for long before his lips captured mine again. He muttered against my lips

"Sorry, I won’t be able to go easy on you tonight..." His lips smacked against mine. I felt my panties shift to the side and his fingers slid in circling my clit before going in fully

My fold clenched around his fingers as I gasped at the sudden intrusion. "I have waited too long for this viper..." Lucien added before deepening the kiss. My lips parted voluntarily and I melted

He thrust very deep in me and retreated at lightning speed, leaving me light-headed that I didn’t hear the tearing sound of my panties. I only realised how exposed I was when he slapped my aching pussy

And damn it all went dark, Pleasure slammed through me so hard my vision blurred. I tried to arch away, throwing my head backwards. His grip tightened on the hair. He didn’t let me leave his lips.