Daylight

Chapter 48

Somehow, they managed to sleep. Even though it was only for a few hours, it was enough to give them both the chance to recoup their spent energy. Elain felt slightly guilty as she realized that Lucien hadn't slept at all since returning to Velaris. Though her stomach growled, she remained still in hopes of not waking him.

The bedroom they'd chosen didn't have a fireplace, but with Lucien pressed against her back she hardly noticed. He seemed to radiate heat—the combination of Autumn and Day's powers that flowed through his veins made his skin naturally warm to the touch.

His body was curved around hers, his chest pressed tightly against her back and his arm draped over her waist. His other arm was stretched out, her head resting on his bicep like a pillow. Lucien shifted in his sleep and despite the heat he produced, Elain shivered when his fingers grazed the tender skin just below her breast. She slowly rolled over and he pulled her tighter against him.

Elain suddenly understood what Feyre had meant about the initial frenzy. For even though they had been all over each other mere hours ago, her pulse quickened as her arousal returned. With nothing between them but the chill morning air and his firm, muscular body pressed tightly to her, Elain wanted—needed—to feel him inside her again.

She truly didn't want to wake him, though. He was so peaceful when he slept, unburdened by all the hardships he had faced. She was struggling to resist the temptation to wake him, but she could actually feel the slickness rising between her legs.

She whispered a tiny prayer for forgiveness and promised to let him sleep later before she slowly eased her hand beneath the blanket. She bit her lower lip as she took him in her hand and gently began stroking him.

Lucien's eyes snapped open and she gave him an abashed smile. He hardened instantly. His head tipped back, and a moan escaped his lips as Elain let her hand slide the length of him and back up. He throbbed in Elain's hand and though she could have given him release, she was selfish. She guided him to her sodden folds and sighed with pleasure as he entered her.

She hooked her leg around his and angled her hips so that he could penetrate her deeper. Whereas the night before, they had been desperate and frenzied, now his thrusts were unhurried, tender even. His hands roved over her body as if he was worshiping her and she sucked in a sharp breath when he took one of her stiff nipples softly between his teeth.

Lucien's hand slid down her back and over her rear, gripping tightly and pushing deeper into her. The friction of him moving against her was electrifying.

"Oh, Lucien," Elain whimpered.

He snarled when she moaned his name, bringing his mouth crashing against hers. She was gasping as her pleasure mounted with every thrust until she erupted, crying out in ecstasy.

Through the bond, she caught an errant thought he probably hadn't meant to send. He was close, trying to delay his own release until he could withdraw from her, worrying about pregnancy this early into being Mated.

She squeezed her leg tightly around his, pushing him deeper. I've been taking a tonic since before you left.

His eyes grew wide, but she only grinned wickedly at him.

You sly little vixen.

"I'm your sly little vixen," she purred, weaving her hand into his hair and tugging.

Lucien groaned as his own climax ripped through him. Elain clung tightly to him until the spasms of his release subsided. She unhooked her leg from around his, the inside of her thighs damp and pleasantly sore.

Rolling onto his back, Lucien tucked one arm behind his head and gazed at her sleepily.

"I'm sorry I woke you."