Chapter 432
Elain felt the change within Lucien, and knew exactly what had happened. His hands had tightened on her, and his breathing had lengthened as if he wished to breathe in her very essence. His nose had pressed to her throat, in her hair, and she could feel him pulling her closer. His tongue had darted out from between those gorgeous lips, and had lapped carefully at that sensitive part of her throat, and Elain had loved every second of it.
She had not thought that she would have loved it. At first she had been worried about Lucien being possessive, had worried about what he would be like, and what he would allow her to do and where he would allow her to go. She had not wished to be owned in that way, or controlled at all. Now, with the bond pulling between them, she knew that it was not about that. The same thing was within both of them, pulled at them and drove them in the same way. Lucien needed to know that he had his mate with him, that he could touch her whenever he needed to. She needed that as well. It comforted Elain to know that when she reached her hand out, she would find Lucien there. The scent of him was reassuring, knowing that he was with her, and that she could curl up against him and breathe him in and know that she was safe. This was not a small deal to Elain, not after everything.
His hands had gone to her arse, cupping her, and pulling her closer. Elain gasped a little when Lucien suddenly rolled onto his back and, using that hold he'd had on her, lifted Elain quickly over atop himself. She looked down at him then, sliding one of her own hands up and down his perfect chest. "Is this a not-so-subtle hint, love?" She asked.
"May or may not be…" his reply was followed by a lazy smirk, "I just like to look at you."
Adjusting herself to be more comfortable, Elain continued running her hand up and down Lucien's chest. She worked hard to keep her face stoic and neutral, tried to keep the appreciation she felt out of her features. Tilting her head, she watched her nails trace over his skin, finally allowing herself a small smile. Lucien's hands went up her back, gentle and stroking her and she could clearly see the appreciation in his eyes. He hid nothing from her, was open in everything he was thinking and feeling, and Elain was so thankful for that.
One of his hands slid around Elain's side, to her stomach, and she held his gaze then as that hand traced higher up between her breasts to her throat. "You like to look?" she asked, shifting her hips just a little. A small hiss of a sound escaped Lucien and his eyes widened a little as he nodded. "What is it that you like to look at?" She couldn't help a smile, lifting herself from him just a little. That hand at her throat tightened as his other hand slid from her spine to her hip, fingers stroking her skin soothingly. She could feel that he was hard again beneath her, and she shifted over him again. A slick heat built between her thighs, and her heart beat just a little more quickly again.
"Definitely the wonderful sight that my mate presents me…"
"I see…"
Reminding herself how Lucien liked this, Elain bit her lip as she lifted her gaze to his once more. "What are you doing?" he asked, a hint of a smirk dancing on his lips. Elain made a show of looking him over, from that gorgeous ruby hair down his handsome face, tracing that scar, and then down his throat to his chest. A small noise sounded from Lucien and then he pressed his lips together like it had been involuntary, and Elain smiled again. It surprised her that she could be this confident, doing something like this. She had not expected it at all and, Elain realised, that was entirely to do with Lucien. The fact that he always showed her what he felt, and how much he loved her and enjoyed what she did to him had boosted her confidence. She wasn't hesitant or unsure of what she was doing because he always let her know how much he loved it. He made sure she knew that he appreciated it, that it was good. "Petal…?"
"I…" she told him, scratching his skin gently, slowly. "Am enjoying the feel of my mate…"
"Oh…" he smirked at her again, "Then, by all means… enjoy…" He lifted both of his hands then, placing them behind his head as he watched her. Elain planted her hands firmly against his chest as she leaned forward, making sure he had a good view of her and then she shifted so that her long hair cascaded down over one shoulder.
"I intend to…" She said firmly.
Lucien wasn't moving. That became apparent after a few moments during which Elain just looked at him and he just looked back at her. He was letting her have control, and she paused as she considered what to do. Lucien just watched her, hands still behind his head, as if he expected a show, and Elain wondered if she should give him one.
Reaching for a small strip of leather on the nightstand, Elain straightened and gathered her hair up atop her head. She made sure to arch her back, giving Lucien a good view of her chest as she did so, and she smiled when one of his hands came down to her ribs. She felt his appreciation down the bond, and she set about securing her hair into a pile atop her head with the strip of leather. Both of his hands were on her then, moving lightly from her ribs to her hips and back again.
Elain glanced at Lucien's face, reaching down between them as she lifted herself just a little. Lucien's breath caught audibly when she positioned him correctly, and then he let it out in a breathy moan as she sank down onto him.