Chapter 434
Her breath had become heavier, and Elain's eyes had closed after hearing a particularly appreciative groan from her mate. She had needed to focus on what she was doing, really forcing herself to pay attention to her movements, ensuring that she kept moving in the same even rhythm. Lucien's hands had roamed over her, seemingly needing to touch every part of her, and she had not been prepared for those hands to suddenly grip her more tightly and pull her down against a firm body as she was rolled.
"Oh…" Opening her eyes when her back hit soft sheets, Elain came face to face with Lucien. His eyes were blazing and the fire within warmed her. His new position over her allowed him control of the situation, and Elain was all too happy to give him that control. She had always preferred him that way. Seeing Lucien with any kind of power or authority had always filled Elain with pleasure, and that did not exclude the bedroom. She loved his hands on her as he moved her to a better position, loved when he held her there, exactly where he needed her, and she loved allowing him that power over her. She knew now that it was because they were mates. Elain could never see herself allowing anyone else to have power over in any way, not in any situation she could help it, but she would yield to her mate and enjoy doing so.
"You…" he breathed, lips mere millimetres from hers, "feel so perfect."
Heat and pleasure flooded Elain at those words. Her eyes slid closed as he thrust into her, carefully and precisely, and she knew that he was aiming for the exact spot that always wiped her mind blank. When gentle fingers stroked her cheek, she opened her eyes again, hands gripping his shoulders and back as he moved once more and a shudder passed through her. "Nothing has ever felt like this…"
Turning her head enough to press a kiss to Lucien's scarred cheek, Elain smiled. She knew that he had been with others, that he had likely had hundreds of lovers over the years before they had met, but it did please her to know that none of them had compared to being with her. She wasn't jealous, not anymore, and she knew that he would never be with anyone but her; just as she would never be with anyone but him. "Yes," she breathed, hand stroking his back, "This is perfect." Her breath caught as he thrust again, "So perfect it is clear is was destined." He groaned a little in her ear and her eyes closed as she tried to focus on what she was telling him, "The Cauldron intended for us to be together… I can feel that… Feel that I was meant for you…"
"Mmm…" he shuddered beneath her touch, but she knew that he was listening and that he had heard her.
"You are the only one who was ever meant to touch me… that is why it feels so good…" She knew that was true, could feel it in her core. Every part of her knew that she had been brought into the world in search of Lucien; that they had been seeking one another, and she knew that if she had never found him, had never accepted the bond between them, that she would never have experienced the depth of love that she knew to be between them with unwavering certainty. She would never have felt anything like the perfect happiness and pleasure that moved through her when her mate's hands were on her, or when he moved inside of her. Nobody else could have ever given her this. Only Lucien.
One of her hands went into his hair, and then his lips were on her throat. Elain was not ashamed of the moan that escaped her at that wonderful heat and she shuddered when she felt teeth scrape her skin. If she could have opened to him more widely, she would have. Instead, Elain tightened her hand in Lucien's hair and moaned again when one of his hands slid back down to her hip. He held her in place there, keeping her exactly where he wanted her as he thrust into her once more, harder than before, and she moaned more loudly when he breathed her name directly into her ear.
This was what they had to look forward to. Elain knew that they would have this together for the rest of their lives, for the rest of forever. She knew that she would never grow tired of Lucien's hands on her, or of the way that he made her feel. She would never grow tired of his company, or want anything other than this. Elain would love waking up in the Day Court beside Lucien every single day and she knew, without the tiniest shadow of a doubt, that he felt the same way. The bond between them glowed brightly in her mind, and she reached for him down that golden thread. In the instant that he took hold of her, allowing her to wrap them both in that thread, Elain felt everything that was swirling through her mate. She felt the love, the relief, the hope, and the same certainly that she held. Everything was perfect and they both knew it.
Lucien's heart was beating so quickly in her mind that she was surprised that hers could even keep up. It did, however. Hearts beating in sync, Elain stopped thinking about anything else. She listened to their hearts, knew that Lucien was doing the same, and she allowed herself to get swept up in every sensation fighting for dominance within her. As she tumbled toward that wonderful edge, Elain clung to her mate, keeping them bound together, keeping him with her, ensuring they would reach that edge together, as they would do everything together. His heartbeat told her that he was there, and she held him close as her vision went white, held him to herself as she heard him groan her name, and then there was nothing but the feel of him, skin against her palm, hair in her hand as she lost sense of time and everything else around them.