Page 43 of Lucian

Lucian caught Jordyn’s lips with his own once more. The desire to kiss her seemed overwhelming, almost insatiable. It wasn’t something he’d ever experienced before, the need to claim someone’s mouth, and he was more than happy to feed into that hunger until he couldn’t breathe. So did Jordyn. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, wanted so much more.

They only broke apart long enough for Jordyn to pull the T-shirt Lucian was wearing over his head, discarding it somewhere to the floor. Her hands began to roam, then. So tenderly, like she was committing parts of him she touched to memory with only her hands. First, she cupped his neck before running her fingers over his shoulders, then down to his chest. She took the time to examine the tattoo on his side, the one of his family crest, the crown with the eagle perched atop it, overlooking its empire. Another tattoo, on the inside of his left arm that spelled out his family’s last name. The tiny angel wings wrapping a small revolver in its protection for his dead mother and father on the inside of his right wrist.

Jordyn must have seen the tattoos before, considering he hadn’t always worn a shirt in the apartment, but this was the first time she was able to consider them all close up.

Across his collarbones, Jordyn traced his newest tattoo with interest.

“This Thing of Ours.”

“La Cosa Nostra.” Lucian placed his hand on hers over the words. “Honor, devotion, and loyalty.” Then, he trailed a line with one finger down the tattoo of his surname. “Family.”

“And this one?” Jordyn asked, cupping his side where the family crest rested.

“Pride.”

“The eagle wings?”

“Expectations.”

Jordyn flipped his right hand over so Lucian’s wrist was on display. “I think I can guess who the wings and gun is for.”

“Their deaths, yes,” Lucian said honestly. “But it allows me to remember where I came from while being who I am now, in my own way.”

“You have nothing on your body for love, Lucian. That seems sad when you’ve commemorated everything else.”

“Someday when I understand what romantic love feels like for me,” he murmured. “No more talking, sweetheart. Let me have you, now. All of you.”

Jordyn opened her mouth to say something, but quickly shut it and simpered him with a smile. Lucian took his time, letting his fingers wander over her soft, smooth skin, tracing under the swells of her breasts still covered by lace. The bra Jordyn wore came off under his urging without any trouble at all. She didn’t hide from his heady gaze taking in every inch of her body, and what little bit was left to uncover. The matching lace panties slipped down over her thighs and Jordyn stepped out of them without pause.

Sweet Jesus, she was so beautiful. It didn’t matter how many times he said it, it didn’t do Jordyn justice. Lucian had seen her, of course. Her skin, the cherry blossoms, and her curves. Breasts that fit perfectly into his palms and the small, trimmed patch of dark hair that led to the sweet spot between her thighs.

The only moment of caution that passed Jordyn’s eyes was when she reached for Lucian’s belt. A slight tremor rocked her hands before she pulled away. It took him a half a second to understand why that was and it broke his heart that he wondered why at all.

“I would never hurt you, Jordyn. Not with this, and not with my hands. Nothing.”

“I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, just know I couldn’t ever do that to you.”

Lucian didn’t bother letting her attempt to loosen and remove his belt again. If she wasn’t comfortable with it, she just wasn’t. This wasn’t the time to force that fear of hers. Instead, he did it himself, unbuttoning and stepping out of his pants before kicking them to the side. Standing in only boxer-briefs, nothing hid the hard ridge of his erection straining against thin fabric.

Jordyn didn’t hesitate to move forward that time. One of her hands tangled up into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a burning kiss, while her other hand dipped into his boxer-briefs. Deliberately slow, with a fist-tight grip that made Lucian weak in the knees, she stroked him from base to tip.

Something twisted in his gut, sending sparks flying through his veins. Jordyn kept her eyes locked on Lucian’s as she caressed him over and over, a smile playing at the edge of her mouth. She clearly enjoyed the feel of him under her power. A growled sound escaped from the back of his throat.

Too much more of that, and Lucian’s control would snap.

Lucian laid a hand flat to Jordyn’s stomach and pushed her back until she was pressed to the mirror. While her hand stayed inside his boxer-briefs, his slipped between her thighs. Instantly, wetness and heat met his fingertips as he spread the fleshy, silken lips of her sex. Without warning, Lucian plunged two fingers into her pussy, spreading the digits wide to fill her with him.

Jordyn shuddered, her hand freezing around his cock. “Oh!”

Deep chuckles echoed from Lucian. “Sweetheart, it’s going to get much better than just this.”

Jordyn released the grip she had on his cock only to find purchase against the muscles of his abdomen. Her fingernails scored deliciously against his flesh. Grinding her hips into his palm, Jordyn rode his fingers, her inner muscles hugging his digits tightly. The juices of her arousal slicked up his hand and her sex, smearing to her thighs. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, her head tilting back to the mirror while those curls of hers spilled over creamy shoulders and breasts. The most lovely, mewled cries coming from her lips filled him to the brim.

Following Jordyn’s rhythm, Lucian used his thumb to circle her clit that seemed to throb under his touch with every rise and fall of her hips. It wasn’t long before her body was shaking and her inner walls were clamping down around his fingers with the tremors of an orgasm, holding him in tight. Her eyes flew wide, seeking his. His name, low and surprised, caught in her throat.

Lucian withdrew his hand from between Jordyn’s thighs, pressing on her hip to urge her to turn. “Face the mirror.”