Chapter 176
Her scent caused Lucien's blood to just about catch alight with every breath he took. He held Elain tightly in his arms, curled behind her, with his lips at the base of her neck. She was dozing, he could tell by the steady was she breathed deeply, her body relaxed. Lucien didn't want to wake her, but with every breath he drew, that heady scent worked its way deeper and deeper into him, and he knew that he was growing hard again.
She had liked what he had done earlier, he'd been able to tell by the sounds that spilled from her perfect lips, as well as the excitement that had reached him down the bond. He had been a little uncertain about using those phantom hands at first, but her reactions had eased his mind, and he supposed he had been a little surprised. He'd been more than a little surprised that she had liked his hand around her throat, too. That hadn't been his intention at first, and he had intended no more than to touch her for a moment, but the feeling he'd gotten from her down the bond had encouraged him to leave his hand there, and it had been entirely clear that she had enjoyed it.
Lucien drew another breath, and bit his lip at the need that flared within him. He wanted her again, and he shifted his hips away from her when his body began to react to that need more quickly. He didn't want to wake her, she deserved her rest, and she needed it. Elain moved a little then, shifting back so that she was pressed to him once more, and Lucien gave a soft whimper when she pressed her arse back against his hard length. Elain must have heard him, because she turned her head looking back at him over her shoulder, and his heart squeezed at the sleepy smile she gave him.
"Lucien…"
"Yes, Petal?" He felt her hand reach back, and she pressed her arse more firmly against him. "Ah…"
"It's okay." She murmured, "I ache to feel you in me…"
Lucien thought his heart might just explode out of his chest at those words and, without making the decision to move, he found his hands moving to Elain's thighs. He lifted one, sliding toward her and drawing her back to himself so that he could position himself more easily. "Are you certain?" he breathed, his lips at the back of her neck again, and Elain just nodded. Needing no further encouragement, Lucien pushed carefully into her, maintaining his grip on her thigh, holding her leg up out of his way so that his movements were unhindered and smooth. Elain's breathing quickened and before long, she was panting slightly. He could feel her moving her hands around, looking for something to take hold of as she tightened around him, and he found himself unable to keep still.
Adjusting his hold on her, Lucien rolled, spreading Elain out before him, beneath him, and lifting her hips slightly to get a better angle. He heard her muffled groan, watched her hands slide across the sheets as she clenched handfuls of it, and then she turned her head so that her cheek was pressed to the pillow when she let out a loud gasp. Lucien picked up his rhythm again, hands on her hips, lifting and pulling her to himself as he moved. He watched Elain's eyes close and then he slid one hand down over her arse before moving it up her back, his fingers tracing her spine until he reached the back of her neck. She pushed herself up on her hands then, rocking back to meet him, and Lucien slid his hand around to her throat, holding her firmly as she moved more forcefully.
"Ah, fuck…" he breathed, his grip tightening on her. Excitement reached him down the bond, encouraging him on, and Lucien lengthened his strokes, one hand still at Elain's hip. "…fuck." When Elain stopped moving, Lucien released her, frightened for a moment that he may have hurt her. She turned then, one of her hands coming to his shoulder, as she pushed him over onto his own back and climbed atop him. "Petal…?" He could do nothing but watch as she traced her hand over him carefully before guiding him back inside of her, and his eyes caught on her face, watching her expression as she sank down over him, taking him deep.
"Ah…" When she was fully seated over him, Elain gave a small sigh, her eyes closing as she sat still for several moments. Lucien let his hands slide up her thighs, and then he took both of her wrists in his hands, taking them around behind her to hold at her back. Elain's dark eyes opened then to meet his, and she slowly began to move her hips.
Lucien's grip tightened on her wrists, holding them firmly, and Elain began to move more steadily over him. He watched her face, watched as she tilted her head back, casting her eyes to the ceiling, and he watched as her back arched. Still, he held her wrists firmly behind her back, listening to the sounds she was making low in her throat. Grinning then, Lucien created two more phantom hands, setting them at her breast. He felt Elain's pleasure as her back arched again, even as she continued to rock on him, her hands held behind her and unable to touch him, even as others roamed her own body.
Setting another pair to take over his job of holding her wrists, Lucien allowed his now free hands to join the others in moving over Elain's skin. He let one rest at her hip, enjoying being able to follow her steady movements as she rode him, and he brought the other up, sliding across her ribs and up between her breasts to her throat. When she leaned into that hold, he knew what she wanted, and he tightened his grip slightly. Elain held his eyes then, moving with a perfect rhythm, as he felt her tighten around him, her panting breaths growing louder.
Lucien could feel it building within him, and he tried to breathe through it, wanting to see Elain come undone first. He wanted to hear her cry his name, wanted to watch as she lost control before collapsing down over him. Until that happened, he would hold off.
As if sensing his thoughts, Elain seemed to redouble her own efforts, driving him closer and closer to that edge, and Lucien tried to breathe more deeply. "Come on, Petal," he growled, lifting his hips to meet her as she moved on him, "Scream for me…" directing one of the phantom hands to clutch at her breast, Lucien sent another down between her legs, and then it was only a matter of moments before he felt her go.
Elain's whole body went taught, squeezing him within her as her back arched and she shook. "Lucien!" the shriek she released was more high-pitched than anything he'd heard from her before, and Lucien relished in it before he came crashing down in his own release. When Elain collapsed over him, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her as she continued to shake and shiver, and he listened to every breath she panted into his ear as his blood sang in his veins.