Chapter 563
Breath shuddering, Elain tried to breathe more deeply. Lucien held her in his arms, his gaze meeting her own, and she tightened her legs around his waist. She was utterly burning and he grinned at her. "Were you not aware of your own fire, Petal?" he asked, and Elain ran her hand across his shoulder, wanting to touch him even more. "How could you not have heat of your own, when we were meant for one another?" he continued to smile at her, and Elain allowed her hand to slide up his throat and to his face.
"I do burn when you touch me." She told him, enjoying the way his grip on her tightened.
"Shall we test that?"
Elain smiled back down at him when he turned and began to carry her toward their bed. She did rather like the sound of that and, after the day she had had, she very much wanted to be able to lose herself in the delightful touch of her mate. "Yes," She agreed, giving a slight squeak when Lucien dropped hr carefully to the bedspread. Lucien laughed softly, and then crawled onto the bed and over her in one swift movement. The graceful action was more than enticing, and Elain could not keep her hands to herself. Almost instantly she had a hold of his coat and was tugging at it until he got the point and shrugged out of it.
"A little eager, are we, Petal?"
"I won't hide it." She breathed, hands moving down Lucien's arm, wanting to feel him against her once more. "I want you…"
"And you shall have me." Lucien's hands went to her dress, his clever fingers quickly untying the laces until he could pull the whole thing from her. Elain felt the sudden rush of cool air against her flushed and heated skin and she shivered at the sensation. Lucien's hands were on her then, smoothing over her skin as he pressed himself down over her. She pressed herself against him in turn, arching a little to try and increase the contact as a small whimper escaped her. Lucien laughed softly, lips gliding along her jaw, and Elain's eyes closed as her hands tugged then at his shirt. It only took him moments to rid himself of his clothing and then she wrapped her legs around his waist again. "Are you feeling it now…"
"Yes." Elain breathed, one of her hands sliding up into his silky hair. "I always do."
"And now recognise it for what it is…"
"It is you." She told him, "The bond… between us…" In her mind Elain gripped the golden thread that connected them and wrapped it around them both. She felt Lucien's hands tighten on her in response. Down the bond she could feel his desire, both for her, and for her to know that he did not see her the way that Vassa claimed. She had known that; had known it always, but if he wanted to make sure she knew it, then she would make sure that he was well aware of the fact. "You make me burn."
Lucien's lips caressed her throat, and Elain gave a small gasp. One of his hands moved down her thigh to her knee, and Elain adjusted herself beneath him as he lifted her knee. She gasped again when his other hand went between her legs, and she clutched at his shoulder with one hand, the other still in his hair. This was definitely what she needed, and what she wanted, after the evening she had had. With all of Vassa's accusations and threats, Lucien was exactly what Elain needed. "Good…" Lucien murmured against her skin, "then, we will burn together."