as this quite so quickly. He squeezed and pinched her nipples harder, relishing the way her body undulated beneath him. “More?” he pressed gruffly.
“Please…” Her head fell forward onto the arm of the chaise.
Lucien’s already aroused cock became even harder at the sound of Rachel’s breathy groans and whimpers. He continued to squeeze and pluck her engorged nipples. The heady perfume of her arousal encouraged him to pull on those nipples, elongating them to a degree that was almost, but not quite, painful. Rachel had known enough pain in her life already.
Those groans grew deeper and longer, her arousal now invading Lucien’s senses, those throaty groans, the sight of her creamy flesh and how silky it was to his touch, the insidious aroma of her arousal.
That only left taste.
She made a sound of protest as Lucien’s hands released her breasts to turn her over onto her back. Her hair was a silken tangle about the bareness of her shoulders, eyes feverish as she gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.
Her unfastened gown had slipped down at the front, and her breasts were now completely bared to the hunger of Lucien’s gaze and mouth. Perfectly formed breasts, pushed up by her corset, and tipped by surprisingly dark rose nipples that pouted up at him temptingly.
Lucien had no intention of resisting that appeal, groaning his satisfaction as his head swooped and he captured one of those pouting nipples in his mouth to suckle, gently at first and then greedily as her back curved into the caress. She tasted of silk and honey, deliciously so, and Lucien drank his fill, his tongue laving both those turgid berries in turn as he suckled her deeper into the heat of his mouth.
Lucien continued to gorge himself while he slid the skirt of her gown up her calf, past her knees, and then above her thighs. Her gasp was only half in protest when Lucien sat up to unfasten and then ease her drawers down her thighs.
“I very much want to kiss you here.” His fingers trailed lightly over the softness of the damp blonde curls revealed between her thighs. “And taste you here.” Those fingers trailed lightly down her cleft, lingering to stroke against the slickness coating the plumpness of her nether lips. “Will you allow it?” They had already gone further this evening than Lucien had believed possible.
The tension in the room built to an almost unbearable degree as he waited for her answer.
Chapter 7
Rachel was almost mindless with arousal. So sensitive everywhere Lucien touched and stroked. Each caress of those long fingers caused the juices to flow between her thighs and the pulsing heat of her core to rise to an almost unbearable intensity.
Could she allow more?
How could she not when she recognized an answering need in the darkness of Lucien’s devouring gaze.
She moistened her lips before speaking. “Will it ease the ache I feel?”
“Oh yes,” Lucien assured her. “I will not stop kissing you until it does.” He did not make the promise lightly, fully intended to lick and suck and penetrate her with his tongue and fingers until he had given this woman every measure of the pleasure she had never known.
“And your own…ache?” Those dark brown eyes, so at odds with her fair coloring, suddenly seemed huge as she glanced down apprehensively at the telling bulge at the front of his pantaloons.
He caressed several strands of her loosened hair away from her flushed cheek. “Tonight we are intent only on your pleasure.”
“That seems somewhat…selfish.”
Lucien found himself unable to look away from the pink tip of her tongue as it ran lightly across her bottom lip a second time. In anticipation of tasting him ? No, he could not make such an assumption of a woman who had so far known pain rather than pleasure in lovemaking.
Her pleasure was his only goal this evening.
“This is a night for you to be selfish, pet,” he encouraged, then lowered his head to draw one of her
“Please…” Her head fell forward onto the arm of the chaise.
Lucien’s already aroused cock became even harder at the sound of Rachel’s breathy groans and whimpers. He continued to squeeze and pluck her engorged nipples. The heady perfume of her arousal encouraged him to pull on those nipples, elongating them to a degree that was almost, but not quite, painful. Rachel had known enough pain in her life already.
Those groans grew deeper and longer, her arousal now invading Lucien’s senses, those throaty groans, the sight of her creamy flesh and how silky it was to his touch, the insidious aroma of her arousal.
That only left taste.
She made a sound of protest as Lucien’s hands released her breasts to turn her over onto her back. Her hair was a silken tangle about the bareness of her shoulders, eyes feverish as she gazed up at him, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly parted.
Her unfastened gown had slipped down at the front, and her breasts were now completely bared to the hunger of Lucien’s gaze and mouth. Perfectly formed breasts, pushed up by her corset, and tipped by surprisingly dark rose nipples that pouted up at him temptingly.
Lucien had no intention of resisting that appeal, groaning his satisfaction as his head swooped and he captured one of those pouting nipples in his mouth to suckle, gently at first and then greedily as her back curved into the caress. She tasted of silk and honey, deliciously so, and Lucien drank his fill, his tongue laving both those turgid berries in turn as he suckled her deeper into the heat of his mouth.
Lucien continued to gorge himself while he slid the skirt of her gown up her calf, past her knees, and then above her thighs. Her gasp was only half in protest when Lucien sat up to unfasten and then ease her drawers down her thighs.
“I very much want to kiss you here.” His fingers trailed lightly over the softness of the damp blonde curls revealed between her thighs. “And taste you here.” Those fingers trailed lightly down her cleft, lingering to stroke against the slickness coating the plumpness of her nether lips. “Will you allow it?” They had already gone further this evening than Lucien had believed possible.
The tension in the room built to an almost unbearable degree as he waited for her answer.
Chapter 7
Rachel was almost mindless with arousal. So sensitive everywhere Lucien touched and stroked. Each caress of those long fingers caused the juices to flow between her thighs and the pulsing heat of her core to rise to an almost unbearable intensity.
Could she allow more?
How could she not when she recognized an answering need in the darkness of Lucien’s devouring gaze.
She moistened her lips before speaking. “Will it ease the ache I feel?”
“Oh yes,” Lucien assured her. “I will not stop kissing you until it does.” He did not make the promise lightly, fully intended to lick and suck and penetrate her with his tongue and fingers until he had given this woman every measure of the pleasure she had never known.
“And your own…ache?” Those dark brown eyes, so at odds with her fair coloring, suddenly seemed huge as she glanced down apprehensively at the telling bulge at the front of his pantaloons.
He caressed several strands of her loosened hair away from her flushed cheek. “Tonight we are intent only on your pleasure.”
“That seems somewhat…selfish.”
Lucien found himself unable to look away from the pink tip of her tongue as it ran lightly across her bottom lip a second time. In anticipation of tasting him ? No, he could not make such an assumption of a woman who had so far known pain rather than pleasure in lovemaking.
Her pleasure was his only goal this evening.
“This is a night for you to be selfish, pet,” he encouraged, then lowered his head to draw one of her
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