Chapter 567

She needed him inside of her so very desperately. Elain did not know how much longer she could endure this without begging. Was that what Lucien wanted? Did he want to see her on her knees before him, begging him? She didn't think that he did. Lucien had never really seemed the kind to like that kind of thing. Sure, he'd enjoyed seeing her on her knees before. She knew he had enjoyed it in the Winter Court out in the garden the first time she had take him in her mouth. She had felt his desire then, had seen the way she had unravelled him with what she had done. But that had not been about her begging him. Elain did not think Lucien was the kind of male who enjoyed that kind of power over a female.

He enjoyed this though. She could feel how much he was enjoying touching her and taking in her reactions. Elain could feel his thrill, feel how much it was turning him on. Both Lucien's own excitement as well the excitement moving through her were washing over Elain, mixing into one big ball of feeling, and she did not know how that was all going to come to a head. Lucien's lips moved down Elain's throat and she could feel the smile in his kiss, knowing that he was very much enjoying every move and sound she made in response to whatever he was doing to her.

"Lucien…." She breathed, and Lucien licked gently at her throat.

"Yes, Petal?"

"Uhhh…" one of his hands glided up her thigh and Elain was unable to bite back a groan. She closed her eyes as her head tilted back and she allowed one of her own hands to slide up into her mate's hair. She gripped him tightly, firmly, and enjoyed the small surprised sound he made as she did so. He was not the only one who could draw reactions from their mate tonight. "I need you…" She breathed, working hard to force her brain to allow her to form words. "I need you to…"

"To what?" She knew the smirk was back on his face as he kissed her skin again.

"Hurry up." She groaned, gripping his hair more firmly.

"I see…" his hand moved back up to body to one of her breasts and Elain gasped when his thumb moved across her nipple. "I've been enjoying these delicious sounds…" he lifted his head to look at her again, and Elain met his gaze. "Just like that delightful little gasp…"

"You're teasing." She panted, lifting one of her legs higher around his hip. "I need you inside me…"

"Do you…" Lucien's other hand moved slowly up and down her body, caressing gently. "How badly?"

"Quite…"

"Ah, Petal." He actually smirked at her then, hand still caressing. "That has rather been the idea." His fingertips ghosted over her thigh. "I've wanted you suitably wet, because I intend to take my time with you this evening, and I want you to be ready." Something in Elain's stomach coiled at those words, and she felt herself begin to throb. Expectation began to build within her, and she found herself panting again, just looking at Lucien as he smirked down at her. "I do not intend to rush this."

"O-okay…" she nodded, wanting him to show her exactly what he had been intending. This was what she had wanted, she knew, when she had gone to find him. Lucien's skill as a lover far exceeded anything Elain had ever read about or dreamed up, and she was more than excited to see just what he had intended for the evening.