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Lucian x Mirabel — After the Kiss
"Ahhhhhhh!" Mirabel screamed as Lucian's fingers left her. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes dark with hunger.
Slowly, he pushed inside, stretching her inch by inch. She gasped sharply, clutching at his shoulders as if to anchor herself.
"L-Lucian!"
He stilled, looking down at her flushed face.
"F-faster," she begged.
"Fuck, Mirabel… you're so tight," he groaned, before slamming deep into her. His pace turned rough, merciless, each thrust making the bed creak beneath them.
Her body trembled under him, her voice breaking into moans as pleasure ripped through her. Just seeing her come undone beneath him made him harder, driving him deeper into her heat.
"Yes—right there!" she screamed as he hit her sweet spot again and again.
He shifted, lifting her legs onto his shoulders before plunging back into her, the new angle making her arch her back with a cry.
"M-more, Lucy!"
He gripped her hips tightly and slammed into her with brutal force, wringing desperate whimpers from her lips. Her hands clawed at the sheets as he fucked her senseless.
"Fuck, Mirabel," he growled, his thrusts growing frantic. He pulled her upright, straddling his lap. The position allowed him to bury himself even deeper, each movement making her walls clamp around him.
Their moans tangled together until his release finally snapped. He groaned into her neck, emptying himself inside her as she clung to him, weak and shaking.
But as she collapsed onto her back, panting, Lucian smirked and spread her thighs open again.
"Lucy…" she whimpered.
"Don't blame me," he rasped, sliding back inside her soaked heat. "I'm not satisfied yet. I'm just getting started."
Her protest turned into another cry of pleasure as he thrust into her again.
They lost themselves in each other through round after round, trying every position Lucian shamelessly demanded until their bodies gave in to exhaustion. Finally, he showered, then returned to the bed, pulling Mirabel into his arms.
At last, he allowed himself the peace he had craved for years—falling asleep while holding the woman who had always been his.
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Cherry & Charlie POV
"It's time to go back now, young master and mistress," the butler announced.
Charlie sighed, standing reluctantly. Cherry followed behind as they entered the elevator and rode back to their floor.
When they stepped out, Charlie walked straight to his room, only to notice Cherry trailing him.
"Cherry, why are you following me? Your room's over there."
"I know," she said innocently.
"Then go."
She crossed her arms. "We're having a sleepover—me, Emily, Dennis, and you."
"What? I'm not coming," he muttered, opening his door. But the moment it swung open, Emily and Dennis were already sitting inside.
"The sleepover's at your place," Emily announced with a grin.
Charlie froze, staring in disbelief. "Seriously?"
"Are you just going to stand there?" Cherry teased as she strolled in.
He dragged a hand down his face. "Cherry, you can't have a sleepover here."
"Why not?" she pouted.
"Because this is my room," he said, already annoyed.
"Well, Mommy agreed. So deal with it." She plopped down beside Emily.
Charlie groaned in frustration and turned to Dennis.
"Why do you always show up with them?"
Dennis shrugged. "You think I have a choice? If I say no, she runs straight to my dad. So here I am, stuck in this stupid sleepover."
"At least I'm not the only one with a sister like this," Charlie muttered. "Want to play video games together?"
"Sure," Dennis sighed, picking up a controller.
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