Free Web NovelChapter 17: Perfect Night(R18)
The girl finally began to walk straight toward the bed and just lay there looking at Lucian with predatory eyes, as if waiting for him. The twilight of the expensive room softly outlined her silhouette, and a dangerous, alluring game was readable in her gaze.
Seeing this, Lucian rose from the armchair and also went to the bed. Every movement of his was unhurried, confident, fully corresponding to his status as a leader. The silk sheets rustled quietly when he was near, and the atmosphere in the room instantly heated up, erasing any boundaries between master and subordinate.
Their drawing together was cinematic and sensual. Lucian slowly leaned toward her, catching her heavy breath. The mutual attraction, which had accumulated behind the academy walls under masks of cold calculation, here, in the seclusion of the elite chambers, flared up with new force. His fingers softly touched her face, tracing a line along the cheekbone while their gazes interlocked tightly. The girl leaned into this touch, losing her former predatory detachment and dissolving in the moment.
Every embrace and kiss seemed calculated yet filled with sincere passion. In the muted light of the sconces, their shadows on the wall merged into one. It was a beautiful, deep scene where sensuality mixed with absolute pleasure. Complete trust and the physical high from the intimacy made them forget all the intrigues of the outside world, leaving room only for pure, cinematic ecstasy amidst the luxurious interior of the guest room.
"Will you enter me today?" said the girl with a smile on her face as if she had been waiting for this her whole life.
Lucian began to smile and look at her, no... at her body, studying her point by point... As if there were no strong sides there. All parts of the body were very sensitive, as if nothing remained of a strong woman.
"Depends on how much useful information you tell me..." Lucian said, looking into the girl’s eyes.
"Then it’s not good to waste time like that, then I’ll start with the basics. As you said, Ruthless tried to find out about the tattoos..." she began to speak, but in that same second, something entered inside her.
"Ahhhhh!" — the girl’s eyes began looking up and down, up and down, as if synchronized with the lower parts.
Lucian’s face didn’t even change; the same cold, authoritative smirk of a leader played on his lips. He silenced her in the most straightforward manner, not allowing her to break the established rhythm of their personal deal. Every movement of his, despite the flared passion, remained calculated and confident, completely subordinating her will.
The girl convulsively gripped the expensive silk sheets with her fingers, bunching the fabric in her fists. Her breathing immediately hitched, turning into frequent, ragged gasps. The predatory, confident gaze with which she had initially lain on the bed dissolved completely, giving way to a pure, primal reaction of the body. An acute physical sensation made her forget for a second about politics, the academy, and Ruthless.
"Continue..." Lucian ordered quietly, almost into her ear, leaning slightly toward her and pinning her hips with his palms. His voice sounded level, but a dangerous fire burned in his eyes, betraying his true nature. "You were talking about Ruthless and the tattoos. What exactly was he looking for?"
"He... ah... he was asking about... about hidden meanings," she squeezed out through gritted teeth, trying to cope with the rolling waves of pleasure. The girl’s eyes half-closed every now and then, and her body involuntarily arched toward each new, deep movement of Lucian. The physical high was mixed with the necessity to maintain her senses to remain useful to her master, and this duality made the scene even more tense.
Lucian continued to move at a measured but heavy pace, forcing her to balance on the brink between total submission and ecstasy. In the twilight of the expensive guest room, their silhouettes merged into one, and the shadows on the wall, illuminated by the soft light of the sconces, seemed like a reflection of a silent, cinematic struggle for dominance. For Lucian, this was not just an act of intimacy—it was a confirmation of his absolute power over her, where every one of her weaknesses and every sensitive point on her body had been studied to perfection.
’Just as I thought, he knows about the thief. But from where? How did he find out there’s a thief there?’
’Did someone tell him? Maybe that nun is acting in secret from me... That’s very unlikely...’
Lucian smoothly slowed the pace but did not stop, continuing to hold her at the very peak of sensations. He slightly lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to focus her wandering, clouded gaze on him. A cold glint reflected in his eyes—bodily pleasure for him always went hand in hand with complete mental control.
"Tell me, are you ready for what I told you?" Lucian asked the girl, but it seemed the girl did not answer at all; it seemed she was feeling more and more high from this sexual act. Her fantasies were far from Lucian’s problems.
But Lucian stopped in that same second.
"W-h-a-t! I’m already almost fin..." before she could even finish, Lucian interrupted her.
"Answer, are you ready for what I told you?" he asked again.
"Yes, completely ready... Can you continue already?"
Lucian did not move. He continued to tower over her, his face remaining absolutely calm and cold, and in his eyes froze the icy indifference of a leader whose will cannot be shaken by base desires. The contrast between his complete self-control and the girl’s raging passion created an invisible, suffocating tension.
"Remember your place," Lucian hissed quietly, pressing his palm lightly on her shoulder, pinning her to the pillows. "Your pleasure depends on your loyalty. Business first."
The girl breathed raggedly, biting her lip from the unbearable, teasing anticipation. All her predatory fire evaporated before this unyielding rock. She nodded convulsively, making it clear that she fully accepted his rules, no matter how cruel they were. For her right now, nothing was more important than his approval.
Seeing absolute, slave-like submission in her eyes, Lucian smirked with satisfaction. He abruptly resumed movement, at once bringing down on her all the accumulated, heavy avalanche of passion.
"Ahhhh!" — the room was again filled with her suppressed, intermittent cry.
Now it was a pure, unstoppable rhythm, brought to the absolute limit. In the muted amber light of the sconces, their bodies moved like a single, perfectly tuned mechanism. This was the cinematic finale of their silent deal: heavy breathing, the rustle of crumpled silk, and shadows on the walls weaving into bizarre, wild patterns. Lucian was taking his own with the same confidence with which he took power in the academy, not leaving her a single chance for escape. When the final wave of ecstasy finally covered them both, the room plunged into a deafening, exhausted silence, broken only by the beating of hearts.
’Well then, let’s see if you’re actually ready, Valerian Sterling,’ a smile returned to Lucian’s face again, a smile that knew everything beforehand.
