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I wince as pain and pleasure collide in my core.

“What do you want?” He repeats the question, loosening his grip on my chin so I can speak.

“I want your mouth…”

“What do you want me to do with my mouth, Luna?”

My entire body feels hot and cold all over. Why is this so difficult? It’s like my voice is trapped in my ribcage, straining against my chest. “I want you to play with my nipples.”

He growls as I speak, like he’s incredibly turned on by hearing me say the words. The look on his face gives me the confidence to continue.

“I want you to use your mouth, and your tongue. Suck. Hard.”

He lets go of my chin, then nods for me to take my top off.

I pull it over my head and toss it onto the armchair next to the dresser.

Lucien smiles. It makes his square, chiseled jaw twitch and his eyes glimmer with that little freckle of scarlet I saw before.

He nods approvingly, then unclasps my bra, and lifts it to his face.

He inhales the scent of it, and I’m both a little weirded out and incredibly turned on at the same time.

He drops the bra then lowers his mouth to my left breast. As he seals his lips over my nipple, and caresses it with his tongue, his fingers start to move again. Not pinching now, but stroking. Gentle, slow circles.

He mirrors the movement with his tongue on my nipple.

“I asked you to suck…” The words pass my lips before I have the chance to stop them, and I’m shocked at myself. A look of panic crosses my face. My stomach clenches, and my heartbeat quickens.

But Lucien simply looks up at me, meets my gaze, and does as he’s told. He sucks, and when I nod, he sucks harder.

The tension between my legs is building. My arms are straining from bracing my weight, still supporting me by holding onto the dresser.

“I need to hold onto you.” I stand up a little straighter and flex my fingers.

The distraction of pain is always guaranteed to stop an orgasm in its tracks.

Lucien grabs my arms and loops them around his neck, then wraps his arm around my waist. “I’ve got you,” he growls. “You can come for me now, Luna.”

I’m about to tell him that’s unlikely to happen when he returns his mouth to my breasts. His tongue moves faster this time, sucking and flicking at the same time.

His fingers speed up too. Not too hard, but fast.

They move to my entrance, and two of them thrust inside me.

Then back to my clit.

I have no idea how he’s moving so fast, and how he seems to know my body better than I do already.

I cry out, every muscle coiling and straining.

I cling onto him. My knees shake, my toes curl in my shoes.

I feel like I’m going to collapse onto the floor, but he holds me tight and says, again and again, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

When my orgasm finally explodes, I dig my nails into his back, gripping him tightly, breathing hard, pressed against his chest.

He lifts his head from my breasts and takes his hand from between my legs. Then he tilts my chin and kisses me.