Passion Follows Pain (Passion Series Book 3) by J. A Melville Page B

why you would want to take me anywhere. I’m not very interesting and I’m not like the other girls you’re probably used to asking out. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea to suggest I go with you.”
    “I asked you not to dismiss before giving me at least the courtesy of thinking about it for the week.”
    She still looked doubtful and he could see the wary look in her eyes. Suddenly she stopped walking and when she didn’t move, he stopped too, turning to face her. “I don’t understand why you would ask me to come with you Lucian. I mean it. I am not like other women and I don’t have anything to wear to a club. I don’t have any pretty clothes, father wouldn’t….” She suddenly broke off mid-sentence and Lucian silently cursed. What had she been about to say? Her father sounded like he had a lot of control over her life, and he couldn’t help but wonder where he now.
    He stepped closer, carefully reaching out to her, his movements unhurried. Her eyes widened and he could see how taut she was holding her body but he didn’t back away. Gently he cupped her cheek, feeling her tremble under his touch. She didn’t pull away, but he could see her body was frozen, rigid, as he took yet another step closer. He didn’t want to startle her since he could see that just one wrong or rushed move from him, would more than likely have her running away.
    Slowly, inch by torturous inch, he lowered his head to her, his eyes locked on hers although he made no effort to mind control her and she watched him, her pupils so dilated he could hardly see the startling blue any more until finally his  lips touched hers.
     
    Arissa
     
    Oh my god! Lucian was kissing me and his lips, oh my, his lips were so soft. I hadn’t expected that although I hadn’t given it a great deal of thought either.
    His hand still cupped my cheek, his skin surprisingly cool to the touch as I stood frozen, unsure what to do. I knew I had to pull away, this was wrong, a man was kissing me. His lips were moving over mine, so gently, so carefully which was surprising. I’d never experienced anything like it before.
    Father had never kissed me like this. He’d been rough, his lips hard on mine, his tongue, god, I shuddered just thinking about it, his tongue forced roughly into my mouth.
    This was different with Lucian, so different. He began to nibble his way along my bottom lip as he increased the pressure, subtly, gently. I wasn’t even aware of it at first, but something about his touch, his scent that rose around me, and those lips, made mine part in response. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and I gasped against his lips. This was so different. This wasn’t awful or frightening. It wasn’t revolting.  
    A shiver coursed through me, starting at my feet and working its way up to my lips at the sensations I was experiencing. Why was this so different to Father’s kiss? Why did this not repulse me? Why was I still standing here, letting him do this to me?
    Suddenly Lucian groaned, a soft sound that vibrated through him and into me and I tensed for a moment. Nothing happened though, he just continued to kiss me, his tongue moving licking slowly over mine and I felt something start up in my belly, low down, a feeling of heat which began to spread, moving up towards my chest and down between my legs. Oh my god, what was happening to me?
    I felt Lucian shift, step closer, his body against mine. He was so tall, firm, muscular, his stomach flat, nothing like father’s which had been large and soft, hanging over the belt of his pants. Lucian smelled absolutely divine, beautiful, intoxicating and my nostrils flared, breathing in more of that wonderful scent that was all him. Again, he was so different to father who always smelled of sweat and alcohol.
    It was only when he suddenly slipped an arm around me, dragging my body close to his that I tensed. When I felt the hard ridge in his jeans and knew that he was excited, that he wanted me, finally