Chapter 430
Her breath caught when Lucien pushed deep within her, and her hips tried to lift to meet him. Tightening her hand in his silky red hair, Elain forced herself to draw a breath. The scent of her mate filled her, and only made her want him more. She had told him to do it, needed to feel him inside of her. After everything that had happened today, and everything they had endured, there was nothing Elain wanted more than to feel every inch of Lucien. Unable to help herself, she turned her head just a little and licked his cheek. She felt the shock move through him and the sound of his soft laugh sent heat flushing through her.
"Eager, Petal?" he asked, withdrawing and pushing back into her just the tiniest amount. Russet and gold eyes slanted her way from where he was hovering over her, breath against her throat. Back arching as she tried to get more of him, Elain did not even try to answer with words. She tightened her hand in Lucien's hair again, tugging at it while her other hand clutched at his arse. He got the message.
Smooth, even movements drew a soft moan from Elain before she turned her head, pressing her face into that gorgeous ruby hair. Her hand slid to the back of Lucien's neck, holding him firmly to herself. This was what she had wanted, needed, since she had first had him back with her. The pleasure and desire that flowed through her, pumping through her veins with every beat of her heart, were so all-consuming that she could think of nothing else. She was with her mate, wrapped in his arms while he moved within her hot and hard. One of Lucien's strong hands found its way into Elain's hair and she bit her lip as he tugged at it, gripping her tightly as she hooked one of her knees higher around him.
There was a desperation to him, Elain could feel it in every move Lucien made, in the way his hands gripped her, holding tightly, in the way his hips thrust firmly and with purpose. She listened to his breathing, even and deep and, every so often, a small grunt or groan escaped him. Everything about this was right and, with every thrust into her body, Elain could feel her mate relax a little more. With every touch he made to her body, every caress, he was allowing himself to truly believe that their struggle was over, and there was nothing but the two of them entwined together.
"Lucien…" She breathed, her own hands sliding down his back as she lifted her hips to a new angle. His hand relaxed in her hair and then he had slipped both arms beneath her, locking them around her as he held her firm.
"I love you." The words were barely a growl, and Elain met his gaze, easily able to read the truth of it in his russet eye. Her fingernails scratched at his hip as he thrust again and, when he repeated the action exactly the same way barely a moment later, she knew that he wanted to hear her. She bit her lip, trying to keep in a small whimper she felt building, and Lucien grinned at he looked down at her. One of his hands came to her face, holding her still as he quickened his rhythm, thrusting smoothly between her thighs, eyes never leaving hers as he watched her.
Elain could hear that heartbeat in her head, even as hers raced to match, and she heard when they both began to race. One of her hands slipped from her mate's skin and she flung it out wide, gripping instead a handful of the bedspread and holding tightly. This only served to encourage her mate as he redoubled his efforts. Elain gasped, hand clenching the bedspread, her hips moving to meet her mate's as she tightened her legs around him.
"Ah… Lucien…" the whimper escaped her, one hand gliding down his sweat-slicked back, "Mmmm…" Her hips moved again and both of his hands moved down to grip her there, holding her where he wanted as the force behind his thrusts increased. Elain's eyes slid closed as she gave a wanton moan; he knew that this was exactly what she wanted, that this was what brought her undone, and she knew that he would not stop until he had driven her there.
Closer and closer Elain slid toward that edge. She released the bedspread to clutch at her mate once more, enjoying the way his hot skin moved against hers. She loved the sounds of his breath in her ear, loved the way his hands held her, loved the feeling of him moving inside of her. All of it was wonderful; and then her perception shifted and she got a glimpse of herself on her back, hair splayed messily across the pillow. She could feel the heat of the soft skin beneath herself, feel the fingernails in the skin of her back and she gasped again. Lucien groaned in her ear, and Elain was herself again. She wrapped her arms tightly around Lucien's neck, holding him close to herself as she allowed herself to become lost in the pleasure sweeping through her.
It was Lucien's hot mouth that sent her over that edge. When he licked at her throat before clamping his lips down over exactly the spot he knew would get a reaction from her, Elain gave a loud cry as she squeezed her eyes shut, clutching more tightly at him, shudders rolling through her as her back arched.