Chapter 351
Listening to Elain's breathing, Lucien adjusted his rhythm, pushing to see if he could draw any further sounds from her. He heard her breaths beginning to come quicker and quicker and they were followed by small little whimpers as her hands clutched at his back.
"Even if you've never wanted anything more than this…" he breathed, lips against her ear, "I will always strive to give you more." He bit his lip when he felt her nails digging into his skin, and she whimpered again.
He had never been able to read anyone the way he could read her. Lucien had always thought he was rather good at this. That had been the impression he'd received from just about every one of his lovers over the years, and more than a few of them had even told him how good he had been. He'd always prided himself on being able to read their needs and desires from their actions and sounds and facial expressions and they ways in which they would move. He had seemingly always known what to do to please them and it had been easy enough for him to work out. But every micro expression that crossed Elain's face told Lucien what she wanted next, and even the sound of her breath against his ear seemed to come with instructions and oftentimes he found that he was able to determine what she needed before he was able to read it in her face or in the way that her hands moved over his back. Elain may have been the Seer, but Lucien rather thought he had a touch of that gift in this regard. When she was like this, Elain was an open book and he meant what he had said to her. He was always going to do his best to give her more.
Lucien shifted his angle a little when Elain's fingers scratched at his hips. The instant he did so, she gave a loud cry and her hips lifted to meet his. "Was that good?" he asked, his own voice a little shaky, and she nodded quickly, whimpering again as he repeated the action. Her fingernails scratched at him and he knew that if he maintained that same rhythm in that same manner, she would reach her peak within a few moments.
He felt her shudder beneath him, her legs tightening around him as one of her hands slid up to grip his shoulder. Elain's back arched a little, and Lucien pushed on. He felt the bond between them grow warm and in his mind he could just about see it glowing with a golden light. How had he not noticed before that even the bond seemed to be telling him that they belonged here? That golden cord wrapped around them, tighter and tighter, and Lucien was almost certain that Elain was the one doing it. It continued until they were bound tightly and he didn't think there was a part of them that wasn't entwined around the other.
Elain gasped loudly and then gave another cry, one of her hands now sliding up into his hair. He enjoyed the light tug, and it encouraged him on, knowing that he was doing the right thing. He felt her then, down the bond, and her excitement and desire filled his head. His heart raced and Elain groaned, low in her throat, hips moving more quickly to meet his. "Luicen…" his name on her lips was like a flare, and Lucien felt that fire moving though his blood again. Unlike earlier, however, this was full of warmth and care. There was no violence in this heat, only pure and undiluted love. He sent all that fire and heat and passion down that golden bond until it enveloped Elain and then she cried out again, tightening around him once more as she shook, and Lucien followed only moments later, burying his face in her hair as he came.