Chapter 126

Elain's eyes fluttered closed when Lucien's large hands gripped her tightly. He pulled her to the edge of the vanity and she lifted one of her own hands to his shoulder, seeking to balance herself. He feet did not reach the carpet from here, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as her hand slid across his shoulder and up the back of his neck. She wanted him to distract her and, so far, he was doing an excellent job of it.

When his warm lips pressed to her forehead, Elain opened her eyes to look up at him. He looked at little hesitant to she slid one of her hands down his chest, taking hold of him carefully and beginning to stroke him. The sound that Lucien made at that had Elain smiling as she continued to look up, holding his eyes with her own. "Is that good?" she asked gently, and he nodded, hands tightening on her hips. Elain felt her heartrate increase with Lucien's as he grew harder and harder beneath her hand and, before long she could feel herself throbbing with the need of him.

Thinking that Lucien was just going to fuck her, she jumped in surprise when she felt him push several fingers inside of her instead. "What are you doing?" she breathed, her hands clutching tightly at his broad shoulders when those fingers began to move. Lucien's other hand slid around to her lower back, holding her in place as he continued to use his fingers on her.

"You don't like it?" he asked, grinning at her when she made a soft sound.

"I… I do…" she twitched slightly when what felt like a bold of lightning flashed through her. "Ah…"

Lucien continued what he was doing for several moments before Elain gasped and he pulled his fingers from her. She could do nothing but watch him as he slowly, eyes locked on her own, lifted his hand up between them and slid one long finger into his mouth. Elain's mind went blank. "Hmm…" he murmured, and her eyes followed as he pulled that finger from between his lips. "Still so delicious…" Elain could hear Lucien's heart thundering in her head and she was stunned into silence as he grinned at her. "Why don't you taste yourself…"

"I…" She met his eyes again when he brought his hand to her face, slipping his index finger carefully past her lips and into her mouth. Licking carefully at him, Elain blinked. It was an odd flavour that she wouldn't have known how to describe if she had ever tried. Not, she thought, that she would ever be trying to describe that to anyone ever.

When Lucien pulled his finger from between her lips, Elain leaned back against the mirror once again as both of his hands went to her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the dresser again and widening them enough to move closer to her. She felt his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there, and she wondered for a moment if she would have bruising. "Luci-"

He bent to kiss her, and Elain forgot anything more that she had been about to say. Lucien's lips were perfect and soft against her own and she allowed him to deepen the kiss almost instantly. When he did so, Elain was unable to help a soft groan, her hands moving up into his hair, and tugging gently. She had been so caught up in his kiss that she had forgotten that she had asked him for more than that and she was unprepared for when one of his hands slid from her thigh to help position himself appropriately only an instant before he had pushed inside of her.

The grunt that Lucien made into the kiss as he pushed as far into her as he seemed able sent Elain's blood hot and coursing through her. She tightened her hands around handfuls of his hair, trying to urge him on, and it seemed as if he needed no encouragement. Both of Lucien's hands returned to Elain's thighs and he used that vice-like grip on her to pull her to meet himself, while holding her legs open as wide as he needed to move freely between them.

He was convinced that nothing had ever felt as good as being inside of Elain. Everything about this was perfect; her sweet heat, the way her hands clutched at him, the sounds she made as he moved, pushing into her over and over. It was all beyond compare, and there was nothing that he wouldn't do for her.

The moment he'd had that thought, Lucien remembered what she had asked him to do. "… fuck me until I can't breathe." She needed him to distract her from the horrible things she had read about the other seers, and he was going to do his best to give her what she wanted. Tightening his grip on her thighs, Lucien increased his pace, moving more quickly and with purpose, his eyes on Elain's face as he did so. He wanted to see the colour rise in her cheeks, wanted to see the effect this would have on her before he did anything else. Feeling Elain's hands tugging on his hair let him know that he was doing the right thing, and it was only a few moments later that the soft sounds she was making began to become more frequent and he grit his teeth as he tried to maintain his rhythm.

Lucien wasn't sure exactly what Elain had read in the couple of books she had gone through in the library earlier that day. He had felt her mood sinking as they had sat together and she had moved from one book to the next, and he knew that it had ended in tears. The books that he had gotten though had been depressing enough with just about every seer he had read about slowly losing their minds. Several of them had ended their own lives, but most had seemingly gone mad and slipped from the records. Elain's reaction had suggested that what she had read was much the same thing. He had promised her that he would not let that happen to her, and he meant it. If the seers got lost in the place from which their visions came to them while trying to summon their abilities, then he would find a way to be able to keep that from happening to Elain. When she had first been Made Fae and had seemingly slipped out of herself in Velaris, he had tried to reach her through the bond, and that appeared to have had some effect. He would do that again. He knew that Elain was going to accept the bond, and he knew that it would only become stronger. It stood to reason that when the bond was even stronger than it was now, it would be easier to be able to tether himself to her and so always be able to find her, follow her, and bring her back to herself if he needed to. He meant what he had said. That was not going to happen to Elain. He would not allow it.

Try as he might, Lucien couldn't help the sliver of fear that needled its way into his thoughts. What if he wasn't good enough to bring her back? What if he couldn't? He had promised that he would protect her in the Autumn Court, and so many awful things had nearly happened to her. Even when they were heading into the Dawn Court, he had nearly lost her because he had been unable to stop what his brothers had tried to do until the very last moment. What if it was the same with Elain's abilities? What if she got so lost he couldn't find her, even trying to follow the bond?

Elain's hands slid from Lucien's hair to his shoulders and he reached up to take hold of her wrists. Carefully he brought them down, gently moving them back around behind her own back where he grasped both of her wrists in one of his hands, holding them pinned there. He could feel her trying to move to meet his continued thrusts into her body and, for several moments, he let her. Elain was letting out small whining sounds as she moved, and Lucien only took a moment to identify when each of her breaths was being drawn and released. He allowed her to stay in that rhythm as he watched her face and then he changed things.

Sliding one of his hands up Elain's spine, still holding her wrists pinned behind her with the other, Lucien waited for a moment when she was about to take a gasping breath, and he shifted his rhythm, thrusting firmly into her and earning a cry from her instead. He did the same thing again the next time she went to draw breath, grunting as he held more firmly to her wrists when she tried to free them. He slid the hand from the back of her neck into her hair where he closed his fist around a handful of her golden brown hair and pulled it back, taking her head with it and exposing her throat to him. Watching her carefully, Lucien continued, timing his actions to Elain's breaths, and listening as she began to whimper. She struggled a little and Lucien held firmly to her, settling into his new rhythm, listening to her as her gasping breaths continued to be cut off by small cries. Her skin was more than a little flushed and, when Elain let out a small shriek, Lucien bent to lick his way up her throat. She was unable to catch her breath with what he was doing and satisfaction moved through him. This was what she had asked him for and it pleased him to know that he had given it to her.

"Lucien…" her voice was barely a whisper, and he felt her twist her wrists again. He released them, keeping his other hand in her hair, and Elain lifted both of her hands to his face, holding him just above her so that she could meet his eyes. She was moving her hips to meet him again and Lucien couldn't help himself. He lifted her from the dresser and turned, sinking to the floor and taking her with him. The bed was only a few paces away, but even that felt too far. He wanted this, here and now. He wanted to finish her. And he would. On the floor.