Chapter 572
Lucien felt the way that Elain responded to him when he'd quickened his pace, thrusting with a little more force than he had been previously. He felt the spark move through her, felt the heat reach him down the bond, and he couldn't help his own excitement at such a reception to his actions. It had surprised him in the past, especially early on, when he had realised the types of things that Elain found exciting. He still could hardly believe that the things they had done in the forest in the Autumn Court during Mabon had been real. A part of him blushed at merely the thought but the part of him, and it was a large part, that lived to please his mate was more than pleased with those memories. That part of him hoped for a repeat of those events. Perhaps they might return to the Autumn Court every Mabon.
Elain's hand was gripping his hair rather decisively now, and Lucien brought one of his own hands up to his mate's face. Taking hold of her jaw, Lucien turned her face a little so that he could properly look at her, holding her there firmly. He was careful not to hurt her, and her certainly didn't want to bruise that exquisite face, but he knew Elain enjoyed the firmness, and Lucien thought he was getting rather good at walking that line. That was another benefit to being bonded with her properly now. He could monitor her reactions down the bond, feeling more than he would have been able to without it. Excitement was reaching him now, increasing with each thrust he made into her body, and he knew that Elain enjoyed being held as she was.
Watching Elain's face, Lucien drank in every expression that he could read there. He'd once wondered why his mate liked being held down and restricted like she did, especially considering he was fairly certain Nesta would kill any male who tried that sort of thing with her in the bedroom, and he doubted Feyre would have liked it either. Not that Lucien wanted to be thinking about either of them in moments like this. Elain's tug at his hair told him that she was aware his mind had been elsewhere for a moment, and he quickly returned his attention to what he was doing.
"Sorry, Petal." He breathed, watching her face closely as he slid his free hand down to catch behind one of her knees. He pulled her leg up, pulling her into a better position for himself, and he felt another spark of excitement from her. "You, of course, have my full attention…"
"I should hope I do…" She breathed, and Lucien enjoyed the act that she sounded a little breathless. "I wouldn't… ah… want you to be… distracted…"
"Not at all…" Lucien used his hand to turn her face away from him then, bringing his lips to her throat and then making his way up to lick at her ear. He grinned at the startled gasp he elicited from her, and then made sure that she could both hear and feel every one of his breaths as he quickened the pace of his thrusting once again.
"Mmm…" Elain released her hold on his hair, and he felt her hands gripping instead at his shoulders as she wrapped the leg he was not currently holding even higher around his waist. "Ah…" Lucien let go of Elain's jaw then and slid his hand into her hair, pushing it back from her face and then closing his fist around a handful of golden-brown silk. The pleasured sound she made then had Lucien gripping her hair just a little tighter an instant later, still monitoring her down the bond to ensure it hadn't been too much.