Seduction in Ink - Dating the Devil series

Chapter 14: A Fallen Woman

Amelia lay in bed, the room cloaked in the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Even after she slept for God knows how long her heart was still racing from the intimacy she had just experienced with Lucian. As she gazed up at the ceiling, her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a kaleidoscope of sensations that left her breathless and exhilarated.

For the first time in her life, she understood why love was the subject of countless sonnets and the inspiration for countless wars. It was a force of nature, a primal urge that transcended reason and logic.

As she replayed the events of the night in her mind, she couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of the connection she had shared with Lucian. It was as if they had been two halves of a whole, drawn together by an invisible thread that bound them together inextricably.

The memory of Lucian's touch lingered on her skin, igniting a fire within her she had never known existed. It was as if she had been asleep her entire life, and his touch had awakened her from a slumber of complacency and ignorance.

But this wasn't love, was it? It was simply lust that she was feeling right now.

Love, she mused, was a force beyond comprehension, a symphony of emotions that transcended the boundaries of time and space. It was the longing in her heart, the ache in her bones, the very essence of her being crying out for connection.

And yet, for all its beauty, love was also a cruel mistress, capable of leading one astray into the depths of despair. Amelia had seen it happen many times before. With her mother and even her aunt, she had learned her lesson through their despair.

Lust, on the other hand, was a simpler beast—a primal urge that demanded satisfaction without regard for consequence. It was the fire in her blood, the hunger in her veins, a tempestuous storm that threatened to consume her whole.

Yes, she could still feel the fire of lust between her legs, Amelia thought with a contented sigh. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the warmth of the moment, knowing that she had finally found what she had been searching for all along.

A sticky fire.

Her eyes flew open. Sticky? Why were her thighs all sticky? Oh God!

Amelia shot up from her bed, her eyes involuntarily landing on Lucian as he sat at her desk, fully dressed, engrossed in a book. She reached between her legs to feel the stickiness for herself and confirm that this wasn't a fever dream. The weight of last night's intimacy hung heavy in the air, and she couldn't shake the gnawing fear that gripped her heart.

"Lucian," she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you believe in... miracles?"

Lucian glanced up from his book, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Miracles, my angel? Whatever do you mean?"

Amelia's cheeks flushed deeper crimson, her fingers twisting nervously in the sheets. "I mean... do you think it's possible for... unforeseen events to occur?"

A mischievous smile danced across Lucian's lips as he leaned back in his chair, feigning innocence. "Ah, I don't see what you're getting at, Amelia. Could you be more articulate or perhaps show me?"

Amelia's eyes widened in alarm, her breath catching in her throat. "N-no, absolutely not!" she stammered, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I-I just meant... you know, things happening unexpectedly after." She gestured between them.

Lucian chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down Amelia's spine. "After sex? But you must be more specific. After all, there are many kinds of unexpected events in this world after sex."

Amelia bit her lip, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words. "I-I suppose... I was just wondering if... if there are any... precautions we should take."