Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 64

Bella's P.O.V.

As I'm washing my hands after using the rest room, I think about my brother and his inappropriate comments. He chooses this instant to be protectfull and domineering? I know it's coming from a good place, but it still makes me angry. His criticism makes me feel like I'm different, like I'm tarnished somehow, and I'm tired of feeling this way. Then I think of Lucien who just sat there and took his insults silently and with dignity.

Lucien.

I nominate him President of the 'Bella Needs Stability' club. He makes me feel normal again, attractive, sexy even. I want to sleep with Lucien tonight, and by that I mean I'm going to let him make love to me, show me what it means to be a woman, his woman. I drop the frustration I have for my brother and exit the bathroom, heading back to the family room. Lucien looks up at me when I approach and smiles when I sit in his lap, my face cradled in his neck.

"Okay, I'm going to bed, gonna leave you crazy kids to your own devices," Chris tells us, standing up from the couch. "Be smart," he adds, igniting my irritation again.

It quickly slips away as Lucien rubs his strong fingers up and down my arm. I shift in his lap so I'm straddling him, and lean in to kiss his soft lips. He moans under my mouth, spurring me to deepen the kiss. I can feel his hands travel to my ass, gripping and massaging the muscles there until he finally pushes me down onto him, my center on his. He moans against my mouth as he grinds his jeans clad erection against me.

"Well," he says giving me a sultry smile. "That didn't take long," he whispers, indicating his obvious desire for me.

I giggle, "It took all bloody day, what are you talking about? I couldn't wait for Chris and my Dad to go to bed!" I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

Lucien responds immediately. He plants open mouthed kisses across my face, settling on the shell of my ear. He nibbles on my ear lobe, and I'm lost in sensation as my skin erupts in goose bumps while his hands continually grind me against his erection.

"I want to taste you, will you let me?" he whispers in my ear.

Oh shit, that sounds divine. I nod my head and immediately feel his fingers working the fastenings of my jeans. He shifts our positions so now I am sitting on the couch and he is kneeling between my knees. I raise my hips so he can divest me of my pants, and chuckle nervously when he stops to untie my shoes when my pants get stuck on them. He finally pulls my pants off, tosses them over his shoulder and looks at my sex barely covered by the thin lacy material of my red thong.

"I really like the color red," he murmurs, slipping his fingers into the waist band of my underwear. He caresses my skin there, and then looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. "Your panties are soaked and I can smell your desire. Do you want to do this here, your room, or in one of the barns where you can scream your pleasure as loud as you want to?"

Anxious to get this encounter started I manage to squeak, "Here," at him. He smiles a silky, sexy smile and hooks his fingers into my panties, tugging them down my legs. When I am sitting on my couch with my bare ass on the cushions, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. His eyes travel up my belly and rest on my breasts, still covered in my red bra.

"Definitely my favorite color," he says quietly, licking his lips. His strong fingers reach behind me and expertly unclasp the fastenings of my bra. He slides the straps slowly down each arm and then tosses it over his shoulder.

Here I am, the moment I thought I would never get to. The moment whose mere thought would have sent me into a panic attack just a few days ago. I am naked and exposed to a hungry predator. But Lucien isn't a predator, he a protector, and I feel empowered under his ravenous gaze. I hear him say quietly, "You are so beautiful," and the terror gets pushed even farther back into my subconscious where someday I hope to be able to slam the lid on it and keep it locked away, never to bother me again.

I feel Lucien shift. He sits up and starts unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it hanging open over his broad shoulders. I grin lasciviously at him, pulling myself off the couch to trace the warm skin of his arms and chest. I watch him close his eyes as if he's memorizing my touch, and when he opens them again, he asks softly, "Can you get a towel? I don't want to ruin your Dad's couch and I have a feeling this is going to get messy."

What? A towel? Okay...I guess. I stand up and head for the kitchen. I can feel Lucien's eyes one me, so I swing my hips a little more then normal and I hear him hiss his approval. He's right, I am literally dripping with desire. I grab two kitchen towels and drag one up my leg to absorb the fluids leaking from my body. I turn back toward Lucien to see him staring intently at me, palming the bulge that is threatening to rip through his tight jeans.

I hand him the towels, and he smiles his thanks, folding one of them up and placing it on the couch. He carefully arranges me on top of the towel and then moves to sit between my knees. He takes one of my hands and rubs it backwards against the stubble on his face. "Some women like the feel of this against their sensitive skin, but some don't. Let me know which one you are because I can shave if I need to," he murmurs silkily as he brings his face toward the junction of my legs.

I jump like a bolt of electricity passed through me when his tongue reaches out to taste me for the first time. He calms me by placing a large hand on my belly and takes another taste, licking me like an ice cream cone from the bottom of my sex to the top.

"Ambrosia," he says quietly and then settles himself more comfortably between my legs. I feel him part my outer lips with his fingers and then his tongue, that magical tongue, starts exploring every inch of me. I fell like I've become disjointed from my body. The only reality in this world is Lucien's tongue and my vagina. He finds my clitoris and begins rubbing it with his finger while his tongue continues to circle me. I grab his hair, urging him on. I'm not even sure what I'm urging him to do, but he knows what he's doing because I begin to see stars behind my eyelids, and my body stiffens in acceptance while I have the second orgasm of my life. Lucien is still between my legs, suckling and licking as he cleans me up, and when he is satisfied, he grabs the other towel to wipe his face off. He looks at me, sitting there in a daze, and grins a very satisfied, masculine grin.

He returns to sit between my legs and starts kissing up my body. I hear him murmur, "You didn't mind my stubble." Stubble? Shit, he could have been sawing me in half and I wouldn't have noticed. When he reaches my breasts, he suckles one nipple while his hand plays with the other one. I feel a surge of energy go through me, settling between my legs as if there was an invisible wire attaching the two areas. I put my legs around his waist and try to pull him toward me. I can feel him smile against my skin, then he switches which nipple he's suckling and which he's caressing, and the wire connecting my body parts sends a more vigorous signal.

"Lucien," I moan, threading my fingers through his hair.

"Let me take you to the barn," he whispers against my skin, continuing to suckle at my breast.

"Okay," I breathe, and then he picks me up and carries me outside.