Alex arched beneath him and parted her thighs, as if she was helpless to resist. Though Lucien very well knew this woman did absolutely nothing she did not want to do, that made her submissionthat much sweeter. He continued to lavish each breast with his tongue until Alex’s hips were thrusting against him, and he was certain she was on the brink.
“Lucien,” she panted.
He smiled down at her and took a moment to enjoy the sight of Alexandra Atkinson completely undone for him. Her cheeks and chest had flushed a deep pink, while her hair was splayed across the pillow like a tangled halo. She dragged a hand through his hair and stared up at him with eyes so dark they were nearly black.
“Please.”
Though technically she was the one begging for him, Lucien was completely at her mercy. He fit his aching cock to her entrance and nearly spent himself when he felt her warm, wet heat. He gritted his teeth and began to ease slowly into her. Somehow she managed to feel even tighter in this position.
Lucien had to shut his eyes, lest he become overwhelmed too soon.
“Yes, that’s it,” she murmured and pressed her palms against his backside, urging him on faster, and Lucien let out a startled gasp as he slid fully inside her.
“Oh God,” she panted weakly and he forced his eyes open.
Lucien took in a shaky breath and began to thrust into her.
“Harder,” Alex commanded after a moment and her fingertips dug into his flesh.
“Yes, Miss Atkinson,” he replied.
Alex let out a throaty laugh that turned into a cry of pleasure as he obeyed.
She raised her hips and he felt her smooth legs wrap around hisback. The sensation nearly overwhelmed him. Lucien tried to shut his eyes again in a bid to last a little longer, but she was too beautiful, too alluring, and he simply couldn’t look away.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped in between ragged thrusts. “I want to watch you come beneath me.”
Alex’s hand immediately snaked between them and he watched in rapture as she brought herself to pleasure in just a few strokes. She tightened around him and began to cry out but the rest of the moment was lost to him as he followed her into bliss. His release seemed endless, even greater than before, and he shuddered above her, leaning on his forearms to keep from crushing her. But then her hands smoothed up his back and pressed him down upon her lush, welcoming body.
Lucien didn’t know how long they lay together like that. Her panting breaths fanned out across his neck and shoulders and her heart thundered beneath his own.
It couldn’t have been like this with anyone else. It could only be like this between the two of them. He was certain of it.
Eventually their heartbeats slowed and Lucien moved off her.
They said nothing, just stared into each other’s eyes. Did he look as limpid and lovesick as she? He most certainly felt that way. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips and turned away to adjust the pillow behind him. Then he felt her fingers tracing a spot on his right shoulder.
His tattoo.
“When did you get this?”
Lucien lay back down on his stomach to give her a better look. He liked the feel of her nimble fingers skating over his skin.
“A couple of years ago. One of my cousins was getting married so we all went out and got roaring drunk. Then we ended the night in a tattoo parlor.”
“You didn’t!”
He smiled at her scandalized tone. “Oh, we did. But I was one of the lucky ones. The parlor also specialized in piercings and another cousin left with a gold ring through the tip of his penis.”
Alex sat up with a start and Lucien rolled over onto his back with a grin. She looked properly appalled. “That’s terrible!”
Lucien shrugged and folded his hands behind his head. “He claims his wife likes it, so I suppose it was worth it.”
Alex let out a surprised laugh as she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them. “My goodness, men are stupid creatures.”
“I won’t argue with that.” The position made her look younger, more vulnerable, and Lucien felt a surge of protectiveness for her.
Then she rested the side of her head against her knees. “What does your tattoo mean?”
