Chapter 168

Running her fingernails down Lucien's chest, she pulled the tunic off of him, pushing it from the couch and kicking it away. Then, leaning back on his knees, she let her eyes move slowly over his toned chest and body. He reached for her and Elain let him, smiling when one of his large hands came to rest against her cheek and he drew her closer. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her nails moving down his chest again, and she grinned when he pulled her dress from her, leaving her naked in his lap.

When Lucien's hands went to her hips, and she felt him shift her closer, trying to pull her into position for himself, she went up on her knees, pushing him back against the couch by his shoulders. His eyes, both russet and golden, looked up at her and she saw his momentary confusion. Elain just smiled at him, one of her hands coming to his cheek as she looked down at him, her eyes moving from his face, down his beautiful body, to where she could see him hard and ready for her. Heat flared between her thighs, and she felt the need deep within her.

Ignoring that need, just for now, Elain went higher on her knees, running both of her hands through Lucien's hair, tugging on it gently. She pressed herself to him, allowing him to press his lips to her chest, and she let her eyes close in pleasure when she felt his hot tongue at her breast. Tightening her hands in his hair, she let out a groan before leaning back, out of his reach. Lucien looked as if he were about to protest the distance, but Elain brought her hands back around to his shoulders and then traced them down his chest again, her nails leaving small red marks as she did so. Seeing those marks, Elain paused for a moment. She hadn't meant to actually cause pain, but Lucien was looking at her with a half-sleepy seductive look in his eyes, and she forgot all about the scratches. He reached for her again, and Elain shifted a little further back on his knees.

"This is an interesting, cruel side of you, my love…" he purred, and Elain smiled.

"It's only cruel if I don't give it to you in the end…" she replied and he raised an eyebrow.

"Will you?" he asked, a smirk spreading across his face, "Give it to me?"

Elain leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips "Only if you give it to me."

Lucien's laugh was low and wicked and Elain grinned at him again before slipping from his lap to the floor, where she knelt on the plush rug, her hands moving down his thighs. "Petal…?"

"Yes?" she asked, innocently, rubbing her hands over his skin. She looked up at him, watching as he tilted his head, clearly trying to decide if he should do something or just let her continue what she wanted to do. She smiled at him again when he met her eyes, and she watched his expression change when she carefully took hold of his hard length. "Something you'd like to say?" she asked, licking her lips as she kept her eyes on his face. Lucien shook his head, his lips parted as he drew a quick breath, and his hands went to the cushions beneath himself as he took a firm grip. "Are you sure…?" she asked, her hand beginning to work him slowly.

"Oh… vixen…" he murmured, resting his head back against the couch. Elain watched him, listening to his heart in her head as she quickened her hand, smiling when she heard his heart race to keep pace. She licked her lips again, lowering her gaze to what she was doing, before she bent over him to take him into her mouth. She kept her actions teasing, kissing and licking, and taking just the head of him into her mouth, Elain listened to Lucien's response.

The string of expletives that Lucien let out made Elain look up at him. "You would use such language in front of a Lady?" she asked, trying to resist a smile.

Lucien actually looked a little ashamed. "I apologise…" he breathed, and Elain grinned at him before bending again and taking more of him into her mouth. She felt one of his hands slide into her hair as she bent lower and she slid both of her own hands up his thighs as she allowed him to gently guide her movements.

Clenching his teeth to keep any further words from spilling from him, Lucien carefully lifted Elain from himself. She looked confused for a moment and, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, he was nearly convinced to allow her to continue what she had been doing.

"What…" she fell silent when Lucien got to his feet and pulled her up with him.

"If I let you continue there…" he told her, his hands settling on her shoulders as he backed her across the room, "We'd never get off the couch…"

Elain's dark eyes were on his face and she was looking at him with what he could only have described as adoration. "Would that be bad?" she asked.

"No…" he pressed his lips to her forehead, backing her against the wall, "but… I think this would be even better."

"Better…?" Elain tilted her head, her gorgeous hair tumbling over one shoulder, as she looked up at him, and Lucien pressed himself against her. "What are you going to do?" she asked, and Lucien could hear the barely controlled desire in her voice. He could feel that she wanted him, the desire meeting him down the bond. He could smell it too, just as strongly as he could hear it in her voice. His own body responded, and he was unable to help rubbing himself against her, his lips moving to her cheek as he breathed her in.

"What am I going to do?" he purred, one hand moving down her body. He slid his hand between her legs, smirking at Elain's sudden hitch in breathing. "What would you like me to do…?"

"I…" one of her hands gripped his shoulder and, when she widened her stance for him, allowing him better access to her, Lucien pushed his fingers inside of her. "I…" Elain's head tilted back to rest against the wall, and Lucien dipped his head to bring his lips to her throat. "ahh…"

Lucien attached his lips to Elain's throat, sucking at the skin, when he felt her bend her knees slightly, as if trying to ride his fingers. She groaned and he pulled his fingers from her, sliding his hands down her thighs before he lifted her to himself. Elain wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as Lucien pressed her more firmly into the wall.

He lifted his head from her throat, meeting her eyes an instant before he pushed himself into her. Elain groaned again, her arms tightening around him, and Lucien couldn't hold in a soft gasp of his own. He had been inside of her so many times before, yet couldn't deny that this was different. Bringing one of his hands from her thigh up to her cheek, Lucien held her in place, his eyes holding her gaze as he thrust into her again.

Elain's need for him washed over him, racing down the bond more powerfully than anything he'd felt from her before and, as she clutched at him, as she let out one small gasp after another as he pushed into her over and over, Lucien realised that the steady beat he could hear in his head was not his own heartbeat, but hers. Shock coursed through him at the realisation and he gave another gasp. "I… I can hear you." He breathed, "I can hear your heart…"