Surviving the Apocalypse: All I Want Is to Find a Husband-Chapter 164: You’re Mine [M]

He shushed her with a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hips snapped against her own. "You’re mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it."

Medeia trembled, her wrists straining against the binds as she gasped, "I’m yours—only yours."

Lucian groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he thrust harder, deeper, chasing both of their releases.

Lucian’s pace grew rougher, his grip firm as he held Medeia in place, forcing her to take every deep thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—her body burning with pleasure, her bound wrists twitching as if begging to touch him.

"Lucian ... so good," she moaned, her voice breathless and needy. She bit her lower lip, but something felt off.

She wanted to touch him too.

"Lucian ... hug," she whimpered, her bound wrists twitching as she pleaded for him to untie her.

Lucian stilled for a moment, his gaze locked onto hers. Then, he reached for the knot binding her wrists and tugged it loose.

The moment she was free, Medeia threw her arms around him, pulling him closer against her body. Her nails raked down his back, desperate to feel every inch of his heated skin against hers.

Lucian groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he thrust deep inside her again. "There you go, sweetheart," he murmured against her skin, "I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere."

His arms tightened around her, pulling her impossibly close as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together.

Medeia shuddered, overwhelmed by the contrast—the raw intensity of his movements and the tenderness in his words. Rough sex was incredible, but this?

The way he held her like she was something precious, the way he whispered reassurances even while taking her so fiercely—this was what made her heart ache in the best way.

It was always like this. Whenever they played this kind of game, Medeia would enjoy his roughness at first, but in the end, she always found herself craving his tenderness even more.

She nuzzled against his cheek, pressing a soft kiss just below his ear. "Lucian," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I love you."

He cupped her face, tilting it so he could see her eyes. His gaze burned with something deeper than lust—something softer and warmer.

"Medeia," he murmured, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. "I love you more."

His pace slowed, his movements turning languid and deep, dragging pleasure out of her in waves.

His hands roamed her body, worshiping her with every touch, every kiss, every whisper of love.

And this—this was what she craved the most. The way he held her like she was precious, like she was his entire world.

Medeia melted beneath him, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as she buried her face against his neck. His warmth, his scent, the way he moved inside her—it was intoxicating.

Lucian ran his fingers through her damp hair, his lips brushing over her temple. "You’re everything to me," he murmured.

Her heart clenched at his words. She knew he meant them, that every touch, every kiss, was a promise. A vow.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, each thrust sending shivers down her spine.

As her release built again, she whispered his name, her nails digging into his back. "Lucian ..."

"I’m right here, sweetheart." He cupped her face, their foreheads pressing together. "Come for me."

And with a shattered moan, she did, falling apart in his arms as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.

She could feel his seed filling her womb, warmth spreading deep inside her as he held her close. Lucian buried his face in her hair, his breath warm against her damp skin.

"You’re mine," he whispered, "Forever."

Medeia sighed contentedly, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his back. "Forever," she echoed, pressing a lingering kiss against his shoulder.

Lucian pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. His emerald gaze softened, filled with an affection that made her chest tighten. He cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her flushed skin. "Are you okay?"

She smiled, utterly satisfied. "More than okay."

Lucian kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, slow and tender. "Good."

When Lucian pulled out and untied her legs, Medeia’s face immediately fell. She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in protest. "Wait ... we’re not doing another round?"

Lucian chuckled, his fingers brushing tenderly through her tousled hair. "No, sweetheart," he said, "I don’t want your back aching from lying on the hard ground too long. And I definitely don’t want you catching a fever from being naked out here."

Medeia huffed dramatically. "But we lit so many bonfires! We should be fine, right?"

Still, he had a point. Now that the heat of their passion was cooling, she could feel the slight discomfort in her back—even with all the blankets they’d piled beneath them.

"Fine," she relented with a sigh. "We’ll just continue once we’re back at the base then."

Before he could say anything, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside her. She nuzzled into his chest, pressing herself against his warmth. "It’s getting colder," she murmured.

Lucian narrowed his eyes, clearly seeing through her little lie. But instead of calling her out, he simply let out a quiet hum, pulling her even closer. His arms wrapped around her protectively, his chin resting atop her head.

"Sleep," he whispered into her hair. "I’ll keep you warm."

With his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek and his warmth surrounding her, Medeia let her eyes flutter shut.

As soon as the cooldown period for the mystical compass ended, they immediately returned to where they had left the truck.

"Your cousins were right," she muttered, glancing around at the endless white landscape. "This cold isn’t normal at all."

She looked down at Bear, who was also trembling slightly despite his thick fur. Her heart clenched at the sight. "Come here, Bear," she cooed, crouching down and wrapping both herself and the massive dog in a warm blanket. "Let’s keep each other warm while your Papa works."

Lucian glanced over and couldn’t help but smile. The sight of Medeia and Bear bundled together like that was just too adorable. freёweɓnovel_com

"Ah, found it." Lucian finally spotted the truck, nearly buried under the snow. Without wasting time, he swept away the thick layer covering it and lifted the entire vehicle back onto the surface.

From being left out in the freezing cold for too long, the truck had completely frozen over—engine and all. Fortunately, with his abilities, Lucian was able to heat it up quickly.

Just as he was about to get inside, Medeia suddenly called out, "Wait, Lucian! What is that?"

She tilted her head, pointing to something dark sticking out from the snow a short distance away. "Is that just a rock?"

But as they moved closer, she frowned. It didn’t look like an ordinary stone—there were faint greenish patterns on it, almost like military camouflage.

"A bag?"

Lucian immediately cleared the snow away, revealing the buried object. But the moment he uncovered it fully, his expression changed. His eyes widened in shock.

"This isn’t just a thing ..." His voice dropped into something serious. "This is a person!"

It was a man—his skin as pale as paper, his lips an unsettling shade of blue. He looked almost lifeless, frozen stiff beneath the thick layer of snow. But as Medeia leaned in closer, she caught the faintest wisp of breath escaping his nose. Barely there, but still present.

"Lucian," she murmured, urgency creeping into her voice. "He’s still alive."

She could finally complete her mission if she saved this man!

Sierra already counted as one survivor, but the system wanted her to rescue multiple people. And two was multiple, right?

A giddy sense of triumph bubbled inside her, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too much. If only Lucian wasn’t the one who was standing beside her, anyone else might have assumed she was amused by the half-frozen man barely clinging to life.

"Let’s save him!" Medeia declared, her voice laced with excitement.

Lucian didn’t waste any time. He brought the half-frozen man into the back of the truck cargo. The man’s body was limp, his breathing shallow, but he was still alive—for now.

Medeia quickly climbed into the truck and threw a few blankets, making a makeshift bed for him. "Lay him here!" she urged.

Lucian set him down gently, and Medeia wasted no time wrapping him in thick blankets. "Bear, move closer," she murmured, nudging the dog toward the unconscious man. Bear huffed but obeyed, curling up beside him for warmth.

Meanwhile, Lucian turned up the truck’s heater, flooding the cabin with much-needed warmth. Then, he placed his hands just above the man’s chest, channeling his ability to transfer a steady stream of heat.

Medeia reached out, brushing snow from the man’s frostbitten face. His skin was deathly pale, his lips an unnatural shade of blue.

"Come on," she muttered under her breath. "Don’t die now and ruin my mission."

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