Chapter 508
Hands pressed firmly against Lucien's broad chest, Elain continued to shift her hips, keeping her eyes on her mate's face. She had always liked this, always liked the way he looked as she rode him. Elain loved the way that he would watch her until it became too much and his eyes would slide closed as he tilted his head back. She knew then that he was near his end. Not wanting it to be over just yet, she slowed her movements, grinning at him when his eyes opened once more. Both of Lucien's hands were firm on her hips and she watched him work to be able to form actual words.
"Something wrong, Petal?"
"Not at all." She moved her hips slowly, enjoying the way his grip on her tightened, and she smiled at the soft groan he made. "Just thought I might try and make this last a little longer…" Lucien was nodding his agreement, seemingly beyond words. "Is this how you want me?" She could feel his desire down the bond, knew that his mind was foggy with lust, and she smiled as she watched him try to think about her question.
"Ah…" Lucien's hands slid up to her waist and an instant later Elain found herself on her back, head hitting the pillows as Lucien moved atop her. His hands slid higher, up her sides and she met his eyes as he settled over her. "How about like this?"
"Acceptable…" Elain breathed, her own hands skimming his back. She would have guessed this would be how he wanted it; how he wanted her. Sighing happily as her mate's hands moved gently over her, Elain relaxed. Lucien's lips were against her throat, and she felt his tongue against her skin, and she was the one who groaned then. Those lips curved into a smile as they moved up to her ear.
"Is this how you want me?" he asked, just as she had, and this time it was Elain who nodded her agreement. Russet and golden eyes met hers then when Lucien lifted his head enough to be able to see her. "Good." He breathed, one hand sliding back down her body and to her thigh. Elain let him grip her leg behind the knee, and allowed him to lift and position it where he liked, giving himself more space. He held her gaze as he carefully positioned himself, eyes never leaving hers even as he pushed gently into her. The soft sound he made sent hot desire flushing through Elain and she gripped his shoulder when he stilled for a moment.
Holding her mate's gaze, Elain smiled. Whenever he had the choice, this was how he liked it. The most intimate and close gentle touches, everything slow and careful. As he do often did, Lucien brought a hand up to Elain's cheek, fingers gently touching her, as he began to move. She knew that he liked to watch her face, liked to watch every reaction that she gave to what he did, and she made sure not to hide a thing from him.
Slow and careful was what Lucien was as he moved over Elain, bracing his weight so as not to crush her, fingers still against her cheek, keeping her where he could see her. She slid her hands down his back, clutching at him as his pace shifted, and she gave an appreciative moan. Fire just about blazed in Lucien's russet eye as he watched her, his free hand caressing her gently all the while. Breath quickening, Lucien continued to move, every movement so deliberate and Elain's breath caught in her throat as she felt herself responding.
"Perfect mate…" Lucien's voice was a near guttural growl, and Elain gripped him more tightly. She knew why he liked this, why he loved the careful gentle touches, why he loved watching her as he moved inside of her. She could see and feel the awe that remained inside him, deep and hidden for the most part. A part of Lucien was still amazed that he'd found his mate, found a gentle love that was in such contrast to everything his life had been prior. Sliding one of her own hands up the back of Lucien's neck, Elain continued to hold his gaze, wanting him to know that she was here, present, and that she so dearly wanted him.