Chapter 433
The sound Lucien made sent heat straight between Elain's thighs, and she allowed herself to make a similar sound, low and primal. She wanted Lucien to know how good it felt to have him inside of her. She wanted him to be able to see everything in her face, hear everything in her voice. She wanted him to be able to read her like he allowed her to read him in these moments. "Mmm…" allowing herself a small hum then, Elain planted both of her hands against her mate's chest and adjusted her position ever so slightly. Lucien's hands flew to her thighs, and she watched him bite his lip, eyes half closed as a small hiss escaped him. "Is that right?" She asked, sliding her own hands down to his and then relocating his hands to her hips. "How about this?"
"Cauldon boil and fry me…" Lucien's low muttered voice sounded like the words had been said to himself, but his hands remained on her hips and his eyes lifted to hers. Elain tilted her hips a little, and Lucien's lips parted as he drew a small gasping breath.
"Like that?" She asked, liking very much that she could feel just how much he had liked that.
"Ugh, Petal…" fingers caressed her skin, stroking her hips. "Are you trying to torture me?"
"Not at all…" Elain shifted her hips again, eyes still on his russet and gold. "You said you liked to look at me…"
"Yes…"
"I'm giving you something to look at."
"Petal, you are always something to look at…" he made a face at that, "That… sounded better in my head."
"That's okay…" Elain breathed, leaning forward down to him so that she could press her lips to his cheek, "I enjoy looking at you, too." She shivered as one of his warm hands went up her back, "I always have."
"Yes, I do recall you watching me," he replied, "When we would sit under that tree in Rhys' garden and talk."
"True…" She had loved the way the sun lit up his hair and skin. "I also liked hearing you talk…"
"And I liked that." He told her, "That you would listen…"
"You spoke about such interesting things…" Elain slowly shifted her hips, watching her mate's face as she did so. His eyes closed and he was still for a moment, and then his hand went back down her spine and to her hip where it had been before. She moved again and smiled when his hands tightened on her hips. "Telling me about Prythian and places you thought I would enjoy…" she moved her hips again, enjoying the way his hands moved with her. "Telling me about the interesting things you were reading…"
Lucien groaned, hands moving to help guide her movements now. "I would have talked about anything to keep you out there with me…"
"And I would have listened to anything." Elain's own breath caught in her throat as she moved. Lucien's hands on her felt so perfect, and she felt safe and loved and any other worry that she'd held melted away. His presence had always done that for her, from the first days they had spent together out in the sun and shade of Rhys' garden. Listening to him talk had soothed her and she had known then that she liked how she felt when she was with him. "Maybe…" she murmured, trying to make herself draw a proper breath, "we can have a picnic in our own garden this time…" He nodded, hands caressing her hips and skin as he guided her movement over him.
"Yes…" his hands became needier, and Elain smiled knowingly at him. She had deliberately been moving as slowly as she could make herself, wanting to build his need and desperation bit by bit. Sitting more straight, pushing her shoulders back, Elain began to move her hips in a different manner. Her eyes did not leave her mate's face, and she watched every expression that worked its way across his features. His hands gripped her hips firmly, but he did not seek to adjust what she was doing, did not try to steer her in a different direction. Groaning, he held on to her, and Elain spent several long minutes seeing just what other kinds of groans she could draw from him.