Chapter 426
Lucien was deliberately taking his time. His hands slid up her back, fingers tracing her spine as they knelt, facing one another, and Elain shivered as tingles moved down her back. She knew that he was doing it deliberately, and that he knew exactly the effect he was having. One of her own hands gripped his shoulder as she held his gaze, and he smirked at her.
"You like that, Petal?" Lucien may have tried to sound smooth and confident, but the huskiness of his voice gave his own frayed self-control away, and Elain returned the smirk.
"Probably about as much as you like this…" She had worked the laces of Lucien's pants loose only moments before and now she slid one of her hands down his chest and over his stomach before she slid it carefully into his pants. Her smirk broadened when she felt how hard he was. "Which appears to be quite an amount…"
Lucien's eyes closed and his fingers pressed into her back, trying to press her closer. Elain allowed this, sliding her hand carefully over him as she lay her cheek to his shoulder, lips against his throat. The soft sound that he made as she felt him tremble only encouraged her and she licked at his skin carefully. "Cauldron boil and fry me…" Lucien breathed, his hands now gripping Elain's hips. She could feel him trying to pull her up to himself and she tightened her hand on him just a little. He groaned in response, his heartbeat quickening in her head, and Elain licked at him again. "Oh… you're not the only one who can lick like that…" his hands shifted on her, and she allowed him to move her. Looking up at him, Elain held his gaze as Lucien adjusted the both of them, and a moment later she found her head resting against the pillows as he knelt between her thighs.
Lucien's pants disappeared over the end of the bed as he bent lower, fingers lightly skimming the sensitive skin of Elain's inner thighs. Her breath caught in her throat in anticipation of those fingers moving higher, and she couldn't help shifting her hips as she chewed on her lower lip, eyes following her mate. Her breath came more quickly when Lucien dipped his head and pressed his lips to that soft skin, following his fingers as they moved upward. One of his hands came up to press against her stomach, holding her down in an attempt to prevent her hips shifting again, and Elain clenched both of her own hands around handfuls of the bedspread.
"I do so love the scent of you…" Lucien's words were whispered softly, but Elain felt as if he had declared them loudly and a hot blush flooded her cheeks. She felt the tip of his nose graze against her and she jumped a little, hips lifting again only to be pressed back down by Lucien's hand, "Keep still, Petal…" His eyes, both russet and gold lifted to meet hers, and he gave her a wicked grin that tightened something low in Elain's belly. "I need you perfectly in place…" his fingers went between her legs again, and his eyes shone as he held her gaze, "So very wet…" he purred, and Elain couldn't so much as look away.
"You know the effect you have on me…" She was surprised those words managed to come from her lips, but she enjoyed the effect they had on Lucien.
"I'd like to hear some more…" his lips pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before he licked at that skin, and then his mouth was on her and Elain could not hold back a pleasured groan at that perfect heat. Her hips lifted and Lucien wrapped both of his arms around her thighs, holding her where he wanted her while she tried to writhe around.
"Oh… Ohh…" Elain gripped the bedspread more tightly, her toes pointing as her legs moved, trying to do something, although she did not know what. When Lucien's tongue pushed into her, Elain gave another loud cry, and one of her hands released the bedspread and went instead to his hair. She gripped him fiercely, still trying to tilt her hips up to him, and this seemed to encourage him further. The low growling sound that came from her mate sent shivers through Elain's body and she released the bedspread with her other hand and clamped it over her own mouth to try and stifle any further cries.
He was so very good at this. Elain had known that since the first time he had come to her in the Night Court to show her what he could do with his tongue. She had been surprised then, both at the fact that he had actually come to her room, and that he had been so very good at what he had shown her. Having read about it before, Elain had always imagined what it would be like, but what Lucien had done had surpassed everything she had ever imagined. Now, loving him as she did, every single thing he did sent waves of pleasure and electricity through her body. She burned with need and when he began licking at her in exactly the right spot, Elain couldn't help reaching for him. Both of her hands were in his hair, stroking and caressing in time with what his tongue was doing between her thighs. "Lucien…" she whimpered, "Yes… Lucien…"
In response to her whimpering his name, Lucien's own hands began stroking at Elain's skin, and she began to lose herself in the sensations moving through her. They built within her faster and faster and her eyes closed as her heart raced. Within moments it had all built to a crest and Elain gave another cry, her hands fisting in Lucien's hair as she writhed. He did not stop, not at all, until she had gone silent and still, her heart still thundering in her chest as she gazed down at him, watching as he pressed another kiss to her inner thigh, his knowing smirk still firmly in place.