After the Dream Wouldn’t Let Go

Thud.

As the sensation of lining up with her entrance hit, a dizzying tension swept through Shana’s entire body.

But before she could even prepare herself, the moment Lucian put strength into his hips, an irresistible force split her open and slid in smoothly.

Instead of the pain she had expected, a sense of fullness surged in, packing her soft inner flesh so completely that Shana unconsciously held her breath.

“Nh—ah!”

There was no way to stop the moan that burst out.

She was already aroused, and the sharp sensation of him scraping along her inner walls sent a jolt through her lower belly.

It felt as though all the nerves in her body had gathered at a single point.

Lucian gently stroked the inside of Shana’s thighs with his large hand.

Everywhere he touched, it felt as though sparks were flying.

“Shasha… why are you so hot inside.”

His voice was hoarse with desire.

Shana unknowingly held her breath.

She could barely register what he was saying.

It was as if her entire body had turned into an erogenous zone, reacting sensitively to even his faint breathing, his smallest movement.

‘What is this?’

It felt like her body no longer belonged to her.

A pressure settled in, as though she couldn’t change her position at all.

No—an instinctive warning told her she shouldn’t move.

If Lucian moved even a little…

“Shasha, Shasha… you’re squeezing too tight.”

“…Hngh.”

“Shasha, you have to relax.”

His voice sounded almost pleading, yet it was clear he was enjoying the situation.

Shana shook her head weakly.

She didn’t know how to relax.

Right now, even breathing properly felt difficult.

Then Lucian gently brushed her most sensitive core below with his thumb.

Already touched so many times, the sensation was familiar—yet the pleasure that followed was even stronger, crashing over her like a wave.

“Just like this… I won’t move yet…”

True to his word, Lucian persistently teased her there.

Before Shana could writhe too much from the pleasure, he lowered his head and continued kissing her softly.

With stimulation surging from both above and below at once, her whole body felt like it was melting into spun sugar.

As the suffocating pressure eased, Shana grabbed the blankets at her sides.

Lucian didn’t miss the small change.

Veins stood out clearly along his forearms.

With a deep kiss, his lower body began to move subtly.

Even the slightest thrust made her stomach tighten and her hips lift.

Lucian never stopped rubbing that sensitive tip with his thumb.

The sharp pleasure from outside mixed with the heavy pleasure from inside, blurring her vision.

Unable to endure it, tears streamed down her face.

With no way to withstand the pleasure, Shana clawed at Lucian’s solid back with her nails.

As if trying to cool the heat, her slick overflowed until wet sounds echoed through the room.

Hearing it, Lucian’s movements grew bolder.

With friction repeating, and just his hips moving back and forth, Shana was already edging toward climax.

“Ah, ngh, hngh, Lucian…!”

“Hah… Shasha. Shasha, keep calling my name.”

His voice burned, restless with heat.

But Shana was too overwhelmed to hear him.

Then Lucian snapped his hips forward hard, driving into her with a depth completely different from before.

As the tip of him pushed deeper than ever, Shana’s body trembled violently.

“Lu—cian… hngh! Aah!”

At the same time, Lucian released something hot inside her.

“Hah, hah, hah…”

The pleasure was so intense her mind went blank.

She believed it was over, that she could finally rest.

But Lucian pulled her upper body up and devoured her sweat-damp lips once more.

Only after mindlessly accepting his tongue did Shana realize it.

He was still inside her.

And instead of softening, he was swelling harder and hotter than before.

Lucian pulled back and looked down at her, eyes steeped in dark desire.

“Can I put the rest in?”

“What? The rest…?”

Shana lowered her gaze in disbelief.

And froze in shock.

More than half of him was still outside.

‘Then… until now, he only put in half?’

A shiver ran through her.

She couldn’t tell whether it was fear or a swelling anticipation.

Without waiting for an answer, Lucian pushed her back down and firmly grabbed her hips.

Shana flailed in panic.

“N-no, it won’t go in any more… ngh, I—I think I’m going to come again…!”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll put it in slowly this time.”

Just as he said, he began to push back in, painfully slow and careful.

Unlike before, her tight insides seemed to remember his shape, gradually opening to accept him.

Shana arched her toes and scraped at the bedsheets.

She kicked her legs uselessly, but pushing him away was impossible.

Strangely, there was no pain.

The pleasure was simply too intense to stay still.

“Ah, Shasha… I’m really going to lose my mind…”

Lucian murmured in a low voice as he gently brushed her sweat-damp hair back.

He pulled his hips almost all the way out, then slammed forward again.

The rest of him was swallowed in one motion.

“…Ngh!”

The impact of hitting the deepest point made Shana cry out sharply.

The shock spread through her body, waking every cell at once.

Lucian began to move his hips again, starting slowly, then widening the motion in gentle circles.

Thud.

Thud.

Every time he drove in, it felt like her entire body was ringing.

And yet, strangely, she didn’t want him to stop.

Warm slick spilled out from inside her.

Her whole body shook uncontrollably.

It felt like his movements would shake her right off the bed.

Not knowing what else to do, Shana panicked—until Lucian firmly grabbed her thighs.

“Wrap your legs… around my waist.”

“Hah… Shasha. Hurry.”

The moment she hooked her legs around him, what was already deep pushed in even further.

She hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Ah—ngh—ugh…!”

Shana was barely making coherent sounds now, almost choked.

As Lucian moved roughly, every deep thrust pressed his lower abdomen against her most sensitive spot, stealing her sanity bit by bit.

The pleasure kept building until even Shana felt like she was losing her mind.

She felt her hips begin to move on their own, matching his rhythm.

Thud.

Thud.

Every collision sent her trembling into small climaxes.

Feeling as though she might disappear altogether, Shana wrapped her arms around Lucian’s neck.

Sensing her repeated climaxes, Lucian drove in harder, grinding deep inside her.

The friction at her deepest point tore a cry from her throat.

“Hngh—haaah!”

It felt like every nerve in her body had slipped beyond control.

Her body shook violently, beyond restraint.

“Hah, hah…!”

Lucian released himself deep inside her once more.

Shana couldn’t tell whether the heat filling her was his, or what she had just spilled herself.

She lay there limply, staring blankly at the ceiling.

No proper words would come out.

Pleasure tangled inside her mind, leaving her unable to move at all.

A heavy, languid afterglow washed over her, as though even a finger would be too much effort to lift.

Tears slipped from Shana’s eyes, but they weren’t from pain.

It was simply a physiological reaction.

Lucian kissed the corners of her eyes again and again, as if drinking them in.

“Shasha… I love you.”

Lucian got up and took water into his mouth.

Then he kissed Shana and fed it to her.

Shana half-spilled it from her lips, blankly swallowing.

“Hah…”

Shana let out a long, sigh-like breath.

After that, the memories of the following days blurred together.

They continued to seek each other’s warmth until it was suffocating.

Whenever Lucian said he was thirsty, water appeared.

When he said he was hungry, he summoned food with a flick of his fingers and fed it to Shana himself.

But more often than food, it was his fingers and lips brushing against her mouth.

And before they could rest, the bed would turn into a battlefield once more.

***

‘Love you.’

‘Ah…’

‘I love you, my Shasha.’

***

How many times day and night changed beyond the window didn’t matter.

There was only their heated bodies, the spreading sweetness in the air, and Lucian’s relentless obsession that allowed not even the smallest gap between them.

Shana came back to herself three days later.

“…Ah.”

She woke to morning with severe pain in her lower back.

Her head spun like the day after heavy drinking, and her lower abdomen throbbed.

Turning to the right, she looked out at the sunlit window.

It was already past the time she would normally be up, but exhaustion from the dream made her want to close her eyes again.

As she shifted, an arm wrapped tightly around her waist from behind.

The grip was suffocating, obsessive, refusing to let go.

“Shasha. Shasha.”

At the low whisper by her ear, she forced her eyes open.

“Are you awake?”