Chapter 143

With a groan, Elain opened to him, sliding both of her hands into Lucien's flamelike hair. His tongue swept her mouth, licking at her in a way that made her groan again and, when he began rocking against her, she tugged gently at his hair. Lucien lifted his head just a little, his eyes flicking back and forth across her face. "You like that?" he grinned and she nodded, panting just a little. "Is this what you had in mind when you asked me to take you to bed?" one of his hands was tracing the garnet necklace again and Elain's breath shuddered when he picked the pendant up before placing it very slowly and deliberately against her skin where it should sit.

"Yes…" she breathed, "I didn't know you were going to suggest storytime first…"

"Oh, I like storytime." He told her, fingers now grazing her cheekbone. "Especially stories borrowed from Nesta."

"If you like," Elain began, trying to hide her own grin, "I can ask her to lend you the first in the series…"

"Why don't you just tell me about it." He purred, his hands moving down her body, and Elain's eyes closed when his lips brushed her cheek and moved to her throat. "Better yet…" he went on, "Why don't you show me?"

Elain felt the flush of excitement that went through both herself and Lucien at those words, and she brought a hand up to his face, letting him know that she wished to look at him. Lucien's face was a little flushed and she could easily see that he was well and truly into this now. There was no pretence of being unaffected from him, and his russet eye just about blazed with that inner fire she could so often feel within him. "Show you?" she asked, thumb tracing his jaw.

"Mhm." Lucien nodded, and Elain watched his eyes continue to move over her quickly as his heartbeat thundered in her head. She could feel the need coming off of him in searing waves now and she was unsurprised when his hands began working to pull her dress from her shoulders.

Elain helped him as much as she was able, then began trying to get him out of his own clothing, giving a grunt of satisfaction when it was pushed off the side of the bed to join her dress on the floor. Lucien began rocking against her again, and she could feel him hard and ready against her thigh. "How…" she murmured, one of her hands resting against his shoulder, "How do you want me to show you?"

He gave a groan as he lifted his head, his lips gliding along her skin as he did so. "Why… don't… we…" Lucien's eyes closed for a second, and Elain could feel him trying to control himself. "Pick a scene from your book…" his eyes opened to meet hers again, and Elain felt her heartbeat go through the roof. "Pick a scene… and we'll see if reality can live up to fantasy…"

Unable to control her own breathing, Elain nodded, sliding one of her hands around the back of Lucien's neck and into his hair again. "That scene you read…" she told him, and he gave a twisted smirk as he met her with surprised eyes.

"Are you sure, Petal?"

Elain nodded. It had been an easy choice. It was the only scene that he knew, which would be very helpful. But also, she had been wondering for a while now what it would be like to let Lucien have her from behind. She had thought to wait until after their bond was complete, but this was good too.

"Anything specific about it?" he asked her, brushing her hair back from her face with one of his large hands. "What did you like?"

"I…" she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, "…I…"

"Say it," he breathed, smiling at her, "Tell me what you want."

Remembering what Lucien had once told her, that she could say anything to him without fear of judgement, Elain nodded. "I want to feel you behind me." She watched as he tilted his head, his eyes flicking back and forth across her face again, that metallic eye clicking and whirring as he did so.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes." She held his gaze, "If you want to…"

"I think I would like that…" He bent to press his lips to hers, and Elain smiled into the kiss. She felt Lucien's gentle hands move slowly down her body, skimming across her ribs and down past her stomach to her hips. He lifted himself then, bracing himself with a hand by her head, and his other hand tightened at her hip, urging her to turn.

Finding herself suddenly unable to swallow, Elain rolled over onto her stomach, closing her eyes when she felt Lucien press himself carefully against her back. He swept her hair aside then and, a moment later, she felt his warm lips at the back of her neck. Allowing a small pleased sound to escape her, Elain smiled, reaching back with one hand when she felt Lucien now firmly pressed against her arse. When her fingers wrapped carefully around him, Lucien gave a soft gasp, his lips at her ear. "Ugh…" he breathed, his hot breath sending tingles moving down her spine, "I need to…"

"Okay…" Elain replied, still stroking him slowly.

"Alright…here…" Lucien lifted her to her knees and she leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his warm firm chest against her back. "I think we might do this a little differently to your book…" he murmured against her ear, and Elain nodded again. Lucien began tentatively kissing his way down the side of her throat as one of his hands slid up to clasp at her breast, and the other went down between her legs.

"Ah…" Elain bit her lip, trying to hold in any further sound as she allowed her head to drop back against Lucien's shoulder. She widened her legs for him, lifting one of her own hands back to take hold of his hair.

"That good?" he asked, breath hot against her throat and Elain nodded, her eyes sliding closed once again. "Here… just a little…" both of his hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly, and Elain bit her lip more tightly as she felt him press into the correct position. "Here, Petal…" He use the firm grip he had on her hips to bring her down onto himself, and Elain's hand tightened in his hair as she felt his hot breath panted against her throat.

"Oh…" Elain allowed herself a soft groan, shifting her hips slightly to try and find a more comfortable angle as she waited to grow used to the feeling of Lucien hot and pulsing inside of her.

"Ready?" he kissed the back of her neck, and Elain gave another groan.

"Yes."

One of Lucien's hands went to her shoulder, and he guided Elain forward until she could take her weight into her hands, bracing herself with her arms. She felt him moving behind her, adjusting himself to the correct height, and then the hand on her shoulder became more firm. When he thrust forward, into her, Elain closed her eyes, allowing her head to dip and she swallowed the small sound that tried to escape.

His hand moved from her shoulder, gently caressing her, rubbing slowly up and down her back before he thrust again and Elain gave a soft gasp. "Ah…" she bit her lip before he repeated the action moments later. "Ah…"

Lucien's other hand slid down the outside of one of Elain's thighs, and he shifted it to adjust her stance, widening it slightly. "How's… uh… that…?" his voice was low as he thrust again and Elain nodded, her hair falling into her face. Both of Lucien's hands then went to her hips and, when she felt the tight grip they found there, Elain braced herself for what was to come.

Lucien's thrusts were smooth and deep, and he used the grip he had on her hips to begin pulling her back to meet himself as he moved. Elain's breath was coming in gasps, and she found that without being able to see him, without being able to watch his face, all she was left with was the feel of him. There was nothing else but the feeling of his hands on her skin, and how it felt as he moved inside of her. Hot. Relentless. Powerful.

When her arms began to weaken, Elain allowed herself to lean further forward, coming to rest on her elbows. One of Lucien's hands slid up her skin to the back of her neck, caressing her and holding her there. "Are you alright?" his voice was rough, and Elain nodded. She gasped then, when he thrust again, the new angle allowing him to push deeper, and her hands clenched around handfuls of the sheet beneath her.

"Ahh…" She pressed her head against her forearm, pushing herself back as her small cries became more high-pitched and Lucien began increasing his pace.

As he moved quicker and quicker, the hand he had gripping the back of Elain's neck tightened a little and she continued to push herself back to meet him. This was like the book, she thought, because she was more than willing to let Lucien do anything he liked to her in this situation. Listening to his panted breaths behind and over her, Elain groaned as she heard him begin to grunt with his efforts. He had pushed her down a little further, with that hand at the back of her neck, and Elain turned her face so that her cheek was pressed against the sheet as she tried to even her breathing. From this position she didn't really have much leverage to push herself back to him and she groaned again as he shifted to a new angle. "Mmmm…" her hands clenched at the sheets again when both of his hands slid down to her hips, "Ah… Lucien…" All she could do was arch her back slightly, "Lucien…" She felt his rhythm shift slightly as he have a guttural moan, and then she pushed herself back up onto her hands, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

"Uh… you… feel so good…" he leaned over her, reaching to kiss her gently and Elain smiled.

"I… ah, Lucien… I want to see you…"

In an instant, Lucien had lifted her, bringing her back to her knees, and Elain turned to sink into his lap. "Is that better?" he murmured, groaning as she sank back down over him, shifting her hips slowly as she watched his face.

"Yeah…" she panted, one hand coming up to his cheek, stroking gently and brushing his fiery hair back, "Yeah… ah…"

Her back hit the mattress a moment later and she gasped in surprise as Lucien moved over her, his hands helping to wrap her legs around him, while his lips went to her throat. "I prefer being able to see you too." Lucien told her, grunting into her ear, as he began a steady rhythm again, "Being able to watch your face…see… uh… your reactions… to… what I'm doing to you…"

She met his eyes then when he lifted his head enough to see her face, tangling one of her hands in his hair. Fire was blazing brightly behind his russet eye and something similar met her down the bond, increasing in heat the longer he looked at her, watching every expression that crossed her face. Noting each beat of his racing heart, Elain began shifting her hips, meeting each movement he made, holding his gaze. She felt herself reaching for the bond and, not really knowing what she was doing, Elain tried to send him exactly what she was feeling.

Lucien's groan let her know that he'd felt it, and then his rhythm changed, and Elain felt herself unable to draw a complete breath. She clung to him, one hand tangled in his hair, and the other tight around one of his arms, unable to help an almost squeal-like sound from escaping her. This only seemed to please Lucien as he pushed on, his hot breath against her cheek, and Elain had next to no warning when she tumbled over her edge, pulling him down and pressing her face into his shoulder as she shrieked. She was only vaguely aware of Lucien's grunting, panting her name over and over, before he groaned heavily into her ear, and his weight increased over her.

Elain lay, wrapped around her mate, as she tried to catch her breath. She felt him shift a little, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, and she ran her hand up and down his back as she felt him shudder slightly. "Lucien…" she breathed, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

He lifted himself slightly, pulling out of her and shifting to the side, as he met her eyes. "What was better?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper, "The book or us?"

Elain gave a soft laugh, turning onto her side to face him better. "Definitely us." She murmured, reaching out to trace her fingers up his arm. "Definitely you."

"I think," He said gently, bringing a blanket up to settle over them, "that we should read some of that book every night…"

Elain smiled, cuddling closer, and sliding an arm around his waist. "I don't mind this idea." She breathed, contentment washing over her when one of Lucien's strong arms settled around her, holding her to himself. "I don't mind it at all."