Chapter Twenty-Six #3
She bit her lip, brows drawn in sweet confusion as he waited for her to discover the power she now held over him.
Tilting her hips, she lifted, thighs trembling with the unfamiliar effort.
Her weight settled again, a hesitant rock that dragged her heat along him in a shallow glide.
Again. This time, she rose higher—too high—breath catching as he began to slip free.
Back down, too hard. Each clumsy slide sent a slow dragging pleasure through him.
Though the motion was shy, his body roared for more, hips straining up against his will.
Lucien’s breath came rough and shallow, every muscle locked tight as he drank in the sight through hooded eyes. God help him, the power of watching her learning the shape of her own desire on his flesh licked through his blood fast and wild like a hurricane.
Jaw set in determination, she tried once more, legs shaking as she rose to the crown of him before sinking down with a slow tilt that seated him deep. A startled moan slipped from her lips.
“God, yes.” His eyes pressed closed for a heartbeat. “Just like that.”
Emboldened, she repeated the motion, and her rhythm grew surer. Each downward glide came a fraction smoother, a fraction deeper, until breathless sounds began to build in her chest—soft at first, then louder, sweeter, until they spilled free on every breath.
Her hips began to roll in small, instinctive circles at the bottom of each stroke as her slick heat dragged along his length. His gaze burned over the flush climbing her throat, the way her bodice strained with every heaving breath, the faint tremor in her arms as she braced against his shoulders.
The sounds of their joining filled the quiet room, shameless and perfect, and Lucien’s control frayed.
His hands left the chair, sliding up her sweat-damp back, to the laces of her bodice.
One sharp tug and the silk parted, another and he dragged the fabric down.
Her breasts spilled free, full and flushed, nipples tight and begging.
He groaned at the sight, cupping them at once, thumbs sweeping over the sensitive peaks. She jolted, cried out, and her core drew tight around him.
“Abigail.” He growled her name against the soft curve of one breast, his mouth already closing over a nipple.
Her back arched as he sealed over her, hot and incessant.
A cry tore through her throat, her rhythm stuttering, then surging faster—as though the pull of his tongue had snapped something loose inside her.
He groaned against the soft weight at his mouth, sucking harder, grazing her nipple with the edges of his teeth.
Lucien slid one hand down the soft curve of her stomach, fingers pushing between their joined bodies until he found the tender, slippery bud there.
Her hips jerked, and she clenched so violently around his cock he saw stars.
He held his thumb to her, marveling at how swollen she’d become, her pulse beating frantically against him like a trapped bird.
He gave her a slow circle, then a light, teasing flick. Her movements turned frantic, less graceful now and all raw need. She trembled on the edge, breath hitching in tiny frantic gasps. With a final sweep of his tongue, he pulled his mouth from her breast and leaned back.
Just one more flick. One more tight circle and she would shatter.
But first…
“Marry me.”
Abigail’s eyes flew wide, the blue there deeper than any he’d ever seen, lips parted on a stunned exhale.
He held his breath.
Hesitation shadowed her features and damn his heart for cracking open in the sudden terrifying fear she might still say no.
She searched his eyes, chest heaving.
Then she nodded.
His lungs released their grip, and his breath shuddered out, half laugh, half sob. He gave her everything at once, thumb ruthless, circling hard and fast while his hips ground up to meet her in a single, searing thrust.
“Lucien!” This time, his name ripped free on a panicked shout, her body jerking against him.
“I’ve got you.” He wrapped one arm behind her back, anchoring her in place.
Her body clenched around him as she came apart, each fierce wave stroking him, dragging him closer to the edge.
God, it was merciless the way wet heat rippled over him, how her greedy spasms sucked his length.
She cried out with each one, the sound raw and beautiful as it echoed through the cabin.
His vision tunneled, then primal instinct took over.
He leaned forward, caught her lips in a desperate, devouring kiss, then lifted her hips.
Closing his eyes, he released his grip, and she dropped, impaling herself in one final searing glide.
No pulling back now, no retreat. Pleasure roared up his spine, white-hot and unstoppable.
His cock jerked deep inside her, and his release came with a violence that bowed his back and stole his breath.
Pulse after blinding pulse, he spent himself in long flooding surges.
He groaned her name into her mouth, and she cried out with him, the sound muffled, shared…
Perfect.