“Distracting me. Making me only think of you.”
Lucian laughed. “I can keep that up if you want?”
She looked up at him through her thick lashed. “Yes, please.”
Lucian could barely contain himself at her words. “Is there a bathroom around here?”
“Through that door.”
Lucian ushered her through the door into the bathroom and pushed her up against the tiled wall.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He told her.
She smirked. “I think I do.”
He kissed her, softly at first and then harder. Taking everything she had to give.
This woman was magic.
Pure ecstasy.
She was one in a million.
He closed the bathroom door behind them, pushing her against the tiled walled and placing a hard kiss against her lips.
“I need you.” She whimpered, pushing against his erection.
“Then you’ll have me.”
Lucian moved to his knees, pushing up her dress while slowly kissing up her thighs. She moaned as he worked his way closer to her core. “Tell me again, bella.”
“I need you.” Her voice was a breathless whisper.
In one swift motion Lucian pulled her black panties down, and used his hand to her legs apart further. “Don’t move.” He told her. He used his fingers to gently open her folds, and his tongue drove in.
She was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, and he didn’t think he would ever get enough.
“Please,” she begged.
That might have been her most beautiful song.
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Adelina ran her fingers threw her dark waves and smoothed down her dress as they left the bathroom. Even after fixing herself she looked thoroughly fucked.
Lucian wasn’t the slightest bit ashamed.
Both of their ears perked at the sound of music coming from the main room. Lucian could have sworn that was Adelina’s voice. The shocked look on her face all but confirmed it.
“Addy,” Gemma appeared frantic. “Finally.” She huffed. “I tried to stop him, but it’s Massimo, you know how he is.”
“It’s fine.” Adelina replied sharply to her friend.
Gemma shot Lucian a pleading look. “I’m sorry.” She mouthed.
Adelina was off, rushing to the main room where the commotion was coming from, Lucian on her heels.
A screen was pulled down on the main wall, a high-end projector was hooked up showing what looked to be a home video on the screen of a young Adelina singing. She was wearing a skimpy red dress, her long hair flowing in her normal wavy style.