Lucien (17 page)

“Elise,” he whispered before obliging her and fusing their mouths. He shuddered when she moaned throatily and snaked her arms around his neck, securing him against her like he might float away. Hell, he felt like he might.

Her fingers, nimble and erotic, slid across his chest, eliciting a rapturous groan from his throat, and settled on the buttons of his shirt. Luc pushed himself upon his elbows, keeping their lips melded together, and yanked his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers. Elise whimpered with pleasure and pushed her palms inside his shirt, fitting her hands to his body. He tensed, her touch roaming across him up to his shoulders, and Elise moaned urging the shirt off him. Luc moved, accommodating her, and after a few jerky movements felt her shiver against him, caressing his chest, shoulders, back, her nails scraping and teasing him.

He broke the kiss, trailing hot kisses across her cheek, down her neck, to the curve of her shoulder. “God, Elise, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Yes,” she whispered raggedly. Her legs moved out from underneath him and he fell into the hot, soft center of her. “Luc… please.”

He raised his head and cupped her face, holding her still to meet his burning gaze. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was hoarse.

The smoky depths of her indigo eyes cleared and focused on him. Luc sucked in a breath—he knew she was about to end this. She was awake and—

As gentle as a summer breeze, she brushed her fingertips against his cheek. “You. I want you.”

Triumph reverberated through his body. “You won’t regret this,” he whispered raggedly.

Elise smiled and it was a purely feminine expression, mysterious and powerful. “No regrets.” Her thighs lifted to hug his hips and she shoved at his shoulders. “Over,” she rasped.

Luc smiled and, gripping her waist tightly, rolled onto his back. She braced her sizzling palms against his chest and, straddling him, pushed herself up. He groaned as she ground her hot body against him. Long, golden strands fell across her face and she licked her lips then caught the hem of her shirt, crossing her hands in front of her to lift it over her head.

His eyes flared and his fingers bit into the firm flesh of her narrow waist, his thumbs nearly touching across her stomach. “Darlin’… you are beautiful,” he murmured in awe. His hands smoothed up her sides—so damn soft—and cupped the sheer satin of her bra.

Elise arched her back, throwing back her head with a deep throaty moan. Her hands found his wrists, clasping securely around them, as he touched the pointed peaks straining against the thin fabric. The muscles of her thighs tightened around him and Elise rocked gently against him, driving him out of his mind.

He’d waited six months for this. He didn’t want to rush it, but he needed her like he’d never needed anyone before. He wanted it to last. Luc cupped the fullness of her breast, filling his hands perfectly.

Elise tipped her head forward and slid her hands up his wrist, covering his hands with hers. She squeezed him, then, in a slow tantalizing move, reached around to unclasp her bra and ease the straps off her shoulders.

“A dream,” he heard her say. She was right. It felt like a dream. Their motions were slow and sensuous, intensified by her smoldering gaze holding his own.

“Better than a dream,” he answered.

Elise moved his hands, letting the bra fall to his chest, then pushed it to the side. Luc gripped her gently curved waist and stared up at her. Beautiful. Achingly so. Her breasts were full and better than any fantasy he’d ever had. He pulled himself up, answering the call of her body, and slipped his hands around to the small of her back, urging her closer, then sucked a hardened nub into his mouth.

Her head fell back with a passionate cry, arching her into him, and her fingers dove into his hair, gripping his head and holding her to him.

The taste of her was incredibly. Luc couldn’t get enough of her. He suckled, tasting, licking, nipping gently, holding her firmly against him while her hips moved and rolled against him. The pads of his fingers clawed at her back, memorizing the silky planes of her back, and he moved to the other breast, devouring it with a hunger which couldn’t be assuaged.

The fierce grip in his hair tightened on a muffled exclamation and tugged, urging his head up. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing came in harsh pants. “Lucien.” His name rolled off her lips, driving him to the brink of insanity and beyond.

He skimmed one hand up to her shoulders into her voluminous hair and cupped the nape of her slender neck, bringing her mouth down to his. His other hand held her at the hips, locking her to him, crushing her breasts to his chest, grinding their bodies together in a primitive motion, while he drank in her honeyed sweetness.

Nails scored his shoulders, biting into his flesh, flexing spasmodically, kneading him until he thought he would explode in his pants.

Luc shifted, taking her with him, and lowered her back gently to the cool bed. He leaned over her, trailing kisses across her face, eliciting mewls of pleasure from the back of her throat. “We’ve got… all night, darlin’.”

“Yes,” she purred. “All night.”

His hands moved across the gently rounded smoothness of her stomach, exploring her and moving lower to the tops of her thighs and the ribbons of her garter belt.

“Please, Luc,” she begged breathlessly. Her legs fell open, lifting and shifting restlessly.

He paused at the elastic band of her sheer panties, teasing the satin skin of her lower abdomen.

“Luc,” she pleaded.

He raised his head, gazing down on the flushed excitement in her eyes, cheeks, swollen lips, then couldn’t wait and kissed her while he eased underneath the fabric shielding her secrets. Threading his fingers through the soft path of hair, he found her hot and open to him. Gently he parted her, teasing her with the blunt pads of his fingers. His palm cupped her scalding heat and, working her into a frenzy of gasps and low mewling moans, pressed inside her.

Elise gasped and her legs jerked closed, wrapping his touch in the searing cocoon of her body.

Luc groaned. “So wet and… hot. Open for me,” he rasped against her lips.

“Lucien.”

“Trust me, darlin’.” He dove into her mouth, showing her with his tongue what his touch would do for her, to her. Slowly her legs relaxed, loosening their grip, and he stroked her, beginning the sweet process of building her to what promised to be a tumultuous release.

The scent of jasmine surrounded him mixed with the sweet smell of a hot summer rain. Elise’s legs fell open for him and her hips rocked against him. Kisses and caresses suddenly weren’t enough. He had to taste her, feel her climax against his mouth. He broke the kiss, moving down her chin, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her throat, suckling the pebbled peaks of her breast, drinking from the softly rounded mound of her womb, trailing carnal kisses across the tops of her thighs.

Her hips lifted to him as he lowered her underwear and exposed all of her to his branding gaze. He’d never felt more possessive in his life. Elise belonged to him. He would never let another have her. After tonight, there would be no turning back. She would be his forever.

“Luc?”

“Trust me, darlin’.” He crawled up her, dragging his mouth over her heated skin to claim her mouth. “Let me love you here,” he murmured against her lips, pressing a finger inside her.

She gasped and gripped his head, driving her tongue into his mouth. “Yes. Please.”

He kissed her, working her into another frenzy he wasn’t sure he would live through then took his time, moving back down her flushed body. Then he tasted her, branding her his. Sweet nectar flowing onto his tongue like an aphrodisiac made for him and him alone. It was addicting, erotic, carnal, mind blowing. Her thighs clasped him to her, opened to him, closed, opened. Her hips rolled and rocked against him. Luc cupped her closer to him, driving her sweet cries and gasps from her parted lips.

Elise arched off the bed, pressing her head into the pillow, and gripped the edge of the mattress. Husky moans coupled with airy gasps and she panted, straining.

“Lucien,” came her hoarse scream. Elise clutched at him with her legs, her back completely off the bed, her head thrown back and she shimmered, unraveling around him with a passion that had him leaping from the bed and stripping frantically.

The most passionate woman he’d ever seen. Elise glowed on the rumpled bedcovers. Her body decadently displayed for him, naked but for her stockings and garter belt. He hurt with need, but he wouldn’t rush it. He needed to slow down lest he ruin it and lose his head before making it home.   

On his hands and knees, Luc crawled over her, dragging his tongue from the tops of her thighs over the curve of her stomach, along rising and falling breasts, into hollow of her throat, up the smooth column of her neck, to the swollen, parted lines of her lips. Luc settled in the cradle of her thighs, heat searing his throbbing arousal.

Long dark lashes fluttered against the rosy flush of her cheeks, then rose, presenting him with the cloudy depths of indigo. Wonder and amazement was reflected in the bottomless depths of her gaze. Her hands drifted to his shoulders, resting against him gently.

Luc watched her eyes flare as he moved, pressing against her hot entrance. His forearms trembled and he rasped out, “Touch me.” And she did, teasing her fingers across his shoulders and back, her caresses increasing in speed and boldness as she explored him. He groaned. “Kiss me,” he ground out.

Elise cupped his cheeks and pulled his mouth down on hers, beginning anew the rise in her passion. She devoured him and he reveled in it, pushing just inside her heat. Beads of sweat dotted his body and Luc remained stock still barely inside her, waiting for her body to stretch to him, accommodating him.

Luc broke the kiss to gasp for air. Insanity was a second away. “Ah, darlin’. So… damn tight.”

Elise purred and moved underneath of him, drawing her thighs up to hug him.

Luc slipped inside another inch and sucked in a sharp breath. “I want it to last, but… ah, I can’t wait.” He claimed her mouth and prayed he wouldn’t hurt her. She was so damn tight and he was damn near to exploding.

“Luc, please,” she begged against his mouth. “Show me.”

“Yes,” he breathed, sliding back and forth slowly, gently.

She clawed at his shoulders. “No, don’t leave.”

He was beyond speech and, lifting his hips, reared back against the tensing slickness of her silky muscles, then slid deep inside her. Damn. Damn. Damn.

Elise stiffened underneath him, her nails biting into his shoulder. The pounding of her heart twitching in the muscles holding him deep within her.

His forearms shook, but he froze. “Elise,” he asked, his voice cracking with the strain of not moving. Sweat trickled down the center of his back and his hips nearly jerked in response.

Slowly, painfully slow, he felt her body relax to his presence. “Kiss me,” she whispered. He did and was amazed at the transformation in her lithe, little body underneath him. Hesitantly at first she touched him, moving her hips against him, tormenting him with tiny flutters of her inner muscles. It wouldn’t take much longer and he’d fall over the edge without her. He slithered his hand in between them and down to tease her into meeting his need.

“Mmm, yes. Please,” she begged against his mouth.

Luc groaned then moved, tentatively at first, then more strongly. She was hot, wet, and slick for him. Her clinging warmth surrounding him in the secure folds of her loving as they rocked easily, back and forth. Tiny claws pressed into his calves, her legs wrapping around him and urging him deeper inside her.

He strained to hear the soft cries which would end both of their torments. She gasped and arched into him, grasping at his shoulders, trembling in his arms. His eyes opened and he watched her face as the first tremors rippled around him, convulsing and kneading.