Chapter 305
Lucien chuckled softly when Elain wrapped herself around him, pressing forward. He could feel the heat of her, even through his clothing and hers. She was warm, almost hot, and he wondered if it was due to the sun she had been laying in, or the book that she had been reading. He pressed his face into her throat when she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, and he nearly gasped when he realised that she smelled like sunshine. Lucien wasn't even sure how that was possible, or even if sunshine had a scent, but when he breathed his mate in his mind was filled with sunshine, and that seemed to make perfect sense to him.
"Got the gist yet?" Elain asked, her voice sending shivers through Lucien and he wrapped his own arms around her waist, lifting her to himself.
"I think you need to explain it a little more." He replied, and she nodded against him. Lucien squeezed her gently, enjoying the way she seemed to wrap herself more tightly around him. "I think you're going to need to be very explicit, love."
"You like explicit, don't you?"
He looked up at her and grinned. "You know what I like."
Elain tilted her head as she looked down at him, her hands resting on her shoulders. He could feel her fingers moving over the thin material of his clothing and he really rather enjoyed the thoughtful expression in her eyes. "Shall we go inside?"
"We shall." Lucien turned and carried his mate in through the door, his eyes never leaving hers. One of her hands slid across his shoulder and up the side of his neck, and he found himself glancing down at her mouth to watch as her deliciously pink tongue peeked out to moisten her lips.
"Where would you like to put me?" she asked, glancing around the room, and Lucien thought about it for only a second.
"Well, Petal." He breathed, "Weren't you meant to be giving me the gist of your book…?"
"Well, they've had sex just about everywhere in this book… so…" She grinned at him, and Lucien decided then and there that he definitely should be making some time to read from this book. "Most recently in a library…"
"Oh…" He laughed softly, "We can definitely do that… But not right now…" he turned for the huge bed, and strode across the room. When he reached the bed, he carefully set Elain down on the covers, bringing his knee up to the edge as he moved forward, following her across the bed as she scooted back and up to the pillows. Breathing her in as he crawled over her, Lucien felt his heart increase in pace, racing a little. There was something else added to the sunshine he could smell on her, and it sent heat flushing through him. "I… can smell the effect that book has had on you…" he told her, and he enjoyed the pink flush that caused rising in her face. Lucien dipped his head to follow it down her throat and then his hands were moving to remove her dress, wanting to trace the blush even lower.
"It… was very interesting…" Elain breathed, her own hands pulling at his clothing until he moved to rid himself of it. He smiled then at the flush of appreciation he felt down the bond from her. It pleased him to no end that his mate would have that reaction to seeing him. He knew that he had a similar reaction every time he got a glimpse of her, and that he had found her, that she wanted him, still made Lucien feel lucky. Sometimes he still found it hard to believe that he had finally been able to hold his mate in his arms and that she had accepted him and the bond. But then, in moments like this, when he had her in his arms, and he could touch her and smell her, he was able to remind himself that everything that had happened had been real and that this was his life now.
This was his life. And he was going to take every opportunity to enjoy it to the fullest. He was lucky enough to be able to hold his mate, have her wrapped around him, wanting him; and Lucien was going to make sure that she was given everything she deserved.
Pressing his lips to Elain's Lucien made sure to listen to every sound she made as he slid one of his hands up her thigh and then between her legs. He felt the way she went taught, one of her hands gripping his shoulder, but then he began to move his fingers in the way he knew that she liked and he knew by the way that her breathing had changed that he was well on his way to hearing her scream his name.