Chapter 67

Lucien kissed Elain slowly. He had intended to press a single kiss to her lips and then let her back up, but found himself sinking down against her as he continued to kiss her. When her arms wound around him, he had allowed himself to deepen the kiss further, letting out a soft groan when she had pulled him down on her, one of her hands moving up into his hair, tugging gently. Fire filled his veins and his hand continued to move through her hair, pushing it back from her face against and again as his slow kiss turned more heated.

When Elain's hand slipped beneath his shirt, Lucien started at the surprise of the feel of her hand on his skin and he pressed himself down more firmly against her. The sound she made ignited something deep within him and he found his own hands quickly undoing the laces of her dress. He tugged it open when it was loose enough and then he was kissing his way down her throat to her chest, moving against her as he did so.

"Lucien…" Elain's soft voice tugged at him and, when he felt her pulling at his jacket, Lucien lifted his head to meet her dark eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as he did so. She didn't say anything further then, but her hands began pushing his jacket from his shoulders, and he took her meaning. Watching her carefully for a few moments, Lucien wanted to see the certainly in her eyes. It was there, mixed with a burning need, and he kissed her again, trying to ensure that he kept himself in check.

Allowing Elain to rid him of his jacket and shirt, Lucien carefully dragged Elain's dress up her thighs, his hands skimming her skin as he did so, and enjoying her shudder before her hands moved easily down his back. Pressing his lips to her throat, Lucien closed his eyes when Elain's hands slid around to begin undoing his pants. He could hear her breath coming in quick and short gasps and he lifted his head to look at her.

"You okay?" he asked her gently.

"Yes." Her response was quick, though he felt her hands falter and he reached down with a hand of his own to finish what she had begun. Soon enough he had kicked his pants away, giving a slight shudder at the small breeze that was crossing the glade.

Looking back down at Elain, he decided that he needed to get her out of the dress she was wearing and his hand went to the neckline, loose and free, and he pulled it down to expose her to himself. Elain's soft gasp made his eyes flick back to her face and he smiled at her, reaching for the blue flower he had plucked earlier. Slowly, he traced the flower from the base of her throat, down her chest, watching goosebumps rise on her skin as he did so. Knowing that Elain could hear his heartrate quickening, Lucien smiled, enjoying the fact that she would know how much he wanted her.

Tracing the flower across one of Elain's breasts, Lucien followed it with his lips, licking at her nipple and taking it into his mouth and grinning at her gasp when her hand tightened in his hair. "Ohh!" her cry went straight between his legs, and he knew that he was hard.

Lucien brought the blue flower back up to trace across Elain's cheekbone, his eyes returning to hers, and the fire in his blood heating at the look he found there. Carefully, he tucked the flower into her hair before he bent to kiss her properly, his tongue sweeping her mouth within moments when she opened to him.

Mate. Touch her, smell her, taste her-

He could, he realised. He could do everything he had been driven to do, and the thought set the rest of his body on fire. Lucien pressed his face into Elain's throat, drawing a deep breath before he set his hands about ridding her of the dress, stripping it from her within moments before tossing it aside somewhere near his own shirt. Hearing Elain's breathing change, he lifted himself to look her over, realising that this was the first time he had really gotten to see her entirely naked. Unable to help a grin when he looked back up to her eyes, Lucien pressed a soft kiss to her lips when he saw her apprehension. "My perfect mate…" he murmured and she gave him a small smile in return. Lucien went to kiss her again, but was unable to prevent himself looking her over again, absolutely certain that she was the most beautiful creature he had seen in his entire life.

His hands seemed to take on a life of their own, moving down over her, past her breasts to her narrow waist where they settled as he moved his lips to her throat, kissing and licking at her and enjoying the breathy sound she made. The pleasured groan she made next had Lucien pressing himself to her, pleased when her hands tightened on his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Lucien…" she murmured, "Please…"

"Alright, Petal…" He kissed her cheek gently, then, his hands slipping down to her hips as he adjusted her position beneath him. Her hands were hesitant on his back, and he felt a shiver of nervous anticipation from her down the bond, along with something hot and desperate. When he was ready, Lucien positioned himself as he kissed her again, slow and deliberate.

Elain hooked her leg behind his knee when her eyes met his, and he pushed carefully into her, watching her face as she gasped, her brown eyes wide. Lucien was still then, never taking his eyes from hers. He listened to her shallow gasping breath as she tried to get used to the feel of him inside her and she gave a soft whimper of his name. "Lucien…"

He stroked a gentle finger down her cheekbone, feeling her soft hands move up and down his back and, still holding her gaze, meeting her wide eyes, Lucien pushed again. Elain gasped as she had before, her hands tightening on him.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

The word repeated over and over in Lucien's head, in time with his heartbeat, and he pressed his lips to her cheek, kissing his way down to her throat and then across to her ear. "You feel so good…" he breathed, his eyes closing as he pushed into her again. "So good…"

"Ah…"

Lucien lifted his hands back up Elain's body, one coming to rest at her shoulder and the other at her cheek so that he could hold her in a position where he could watch her expression when he thrust into her again. Her face was flushed and Lucien found he couldn't look away from her as he began to move over her more smoothly. This was such a relief after so long, and he wanted to watch her face during every moment of it. He needed to see her enjoy him as much as he was about to enjoy her.

Mate. Mate. Mate.