Chapter 507
The sounds that came out of Elain when Lucien did this were the most wonderful sounds he could remember hearing. Every sound beat the last, and he pushed on with what he was doing with his lips and tongue, wanting to hear the next. He liked Elain's hands tight in his hair, liked being able to use that as an extra gauge for how well he was doing. He knew she was trying not to pull with the way she continually caught herself and her grip would loosen, within moments, however, he could have her gripping tightly again as she made a new sound. Elain's desire had washed over Lucien, rushing down the bond and over him in blistering waves the moment they had locked eyes when he'd entered the room. It pleased him to know that she had been touching herself while thinking of him, and the way her desire had only increased when he'd touched her himself pleased him even more.
"Ugh, Lucien…"
Sliding one of his hands up her thigh, Lucien stroked her skin gently in response. The sounds she was making now told him that it wouldn't be long until he'd brought her to that sweet edge, and he continued on, making sure he maintained the rhythm with which he was licking at her. As her hips shifted, Lucien had to tighten his grip on her, keeping her thighs open wide, working until he felt her trembling a moment before she let out a shriek that moved through him and straight to his groin. Lucien didn't let up in his actions until Elain's shriek had faded and she had gone still. Her hands still gripped his hair, and she loosened them again as she looked down at him when he lifted his head enough to try and get a look at her. He loved seeing her like this, face flushed and red, eyes half closed in bliss, her hair sticking to her face as she tried to catch her breath. He loved knowing that he had done that to her, and that he had felt her enjoy it to no small measure.
"Was that what you had been fantasising about?" He asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling back up over her. The way one of Elain's arms snaked its way heavily around him, drawing him closer sent another wave of heat through him and he couldn't help brushing his lips against her shoulder.
"Much better than a fantasy." She breathed, and Lucien drew a deep breath of his own, inhaling her delicious scent again. He pressed his face into her hair, able to smell the lavender shampoo she favoured.
"It pleases me to hear it, Petal."
"And what is your fantasy right now?" She asked, and before Lucien could respond, Elain had somehow rolled atop him, adjusting herself carefully. "Is it this?" her hands moved over him and he couldn't help a soft groan as his mate set about preparing him for what was to come next. He hadn't had a chance to figure out what he would fantasise about in this moment. It had seemed to him that any fantasy he might have had had come true when he walked into the room and seen what Elain had already been doing.
"You are always my fantasy." He breathed, and she flashed him a beautiful smile as she lifted herself a little, positioning him correctly. Doing nothing but watching Elain now, Lucien knew that he would never grow tired of seeing her from this angle. He smiled back, hands going to her hips as she met his eyes, "Yeah, that feels… uh…" She sank down onto him, tilting her hips in a way that made him groan.
"Good?" She asked, hands bracing against his chest as her hips shifted again, and Lucien could do nothing but grasp tightly at those hips as he groaned and nodded his head.