Lucien leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back.
One hand snaked around to grip my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was
overwhelming, and my cries turned to screams as I teetered on the edge of release.
"Cum for me," Lucien commanded, his breath hot against my ear. "Now."
The command was all it took. My body arched as I came, my vision going white. Lucien didn't stop, fucking me through my orgasm until he finally found his release, spilling deep inside...

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.
There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know...