Beneath, nothing. Only the aroma of her perfume and smooth skin. Lucian rose gradually. His body was lean and strong, controlled like that of predators just before they attack. He approached her, walked around her, fingers almost touching her hips. 'You have been tempting me for weeks,' He said softly, his lips brushing her neck. Dancing around as if you didn't want to be taken. Already out of breath, she murmured, 'so what? Carry me'. His hands were on her immediately-palming her breast, squeezing her ass, pulling her against the hard press of his cock. Then he kissed her deeply, openly, his tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that caused her knees to buckle. Lucian raised her effortlessly and, with all at once reverence and hunger, laid her on the bed. He didn't rush. He kissed his way down her body slowly, tongue flicking over her nipples, sucking until she moaned, the down-- over her stomach, her hips-- until she was trembling. He spread her legs, breath hot against her center, and looked up at her. 'You taste like sin,' he said, before licking a slow, deliberate stripe through her folds. She gasped, hips arching off the bed, but he pinned her down-- strong hands holding her thighs apart as his mouth worked her over with excruciating control. His tongue swirled, flicked, dipped inside her until she was panting, begging, pulling at his hair. 'Lucian please--' He slid two fingers inside her, curling just right as his lips closed around her clit. Her body tensed, then shattered-- waves of pleasure crashing through her, loud and uncontrollable. He didn't stop. Even as she came, he kept going-- until her legs shook, her voice broke, and she begged him to stop before begging him to fuck her. Lucian moved over her, teasing her slick entrance with the thick head of his cock. 'Beg for it'. 'Please', she moaned, completely undone. 'Please Lucian. I want all of you. I want to feel you deep inside.' That was all it took. He thrust into her in one slow, claiming stroke, and they both gasped. He is filled her completely-- stretching, pressing, owning. And then he moved. Hard. Slow. Deep. Each thrust was a promise. Each grind of his hips made her cry out louder. He fucked her like he had all night-- like there was no morning coming, like she was the only thing that ever mattered. Her nails raked down his back. His hand wrapped around her throat as he fucked her harder. Her walls clenched around him, tighter, wetter, until she was writhing under him, eyes rolling back. 'Come on my cock,' he growled. 'Show me how much you want me.' And she did. With a strangled cry, her orgasm ripped through her-- violent, shaking, soaking him. Lucian thrust once more, twice-- and then he spilled inside her with a low groan, collapsing onto her, sweaty, breathless, satisfied. Minutes passed. Then he kissed her collarbone and murmured against her skin, 'Next time, you won't get to walk away so easy.' She smiled wickedly. 'Next time....make me crawl.'
