CHAPTER 5
ARIA
“I—I can’t—it’s too much—”
He held my legs wider. “You’ll hold it. Don’t waste a single drop.”
His c*m—hot, heavy, unrealistic in volume—kept oozing out, soaking me completely. My p***y was wrecked. Ruined. Raw. So full I felt bloated.
And he just smiled.
Watching it leak out, watching me tremble beneath him.
“That’s what happens when a real incubus f***s you,” he said, brushing hair from my face.
I whimpered.
Lucien leaned down and kissed me — slow, sensual, sinful. His hips still twitching, c**k still deep inside me, still plugging me up with everything he’d given me.
“I’m not done with you,” he whispered. “Not even close.”
“I think I blacked out,” I breathed.
“You’ll do it again.”
“Lucien…”
He kissed my neck. “Sleep, little mortal.”
“I can’t—”
But my eyes
