Velvet Lullabies

Lucian picked up the pace, sliding his fingers in and out, increasing the pressure on her clit until she melted in his arms. Her lips open shouting his name as became putty. She finished with a breathless whisper.

“We’re not done yet, bella.”

He guided her to the king bed in the suite laying her down on her back and spreading her legs. She writhed on the bed below him. “Please,” she moaned.

He stared down at her. “Gorgeous.”

He removed his shirt and his pants followed behind quickly.

“Please,” she begged again.

Lucian pressed his erection against her opening. Damn. This woman was going to be the death of him.

Slowly he pushed himself into the heaven between her thighs. She moaned as he thrusted deeper into her and her walls tightened around his cock.

“Yes, bella, give it to me.”

She cried out with another orgasm as Lucian continued to pound into her.

“Yes,” she cried, her arms wrapping around his torso, nails scratching down his back.

Lucian came and collapsed beside her on the bed.

Yeah, she was going to be the death of him.

Chapter Fifteen

She laid, wrapped in her pink sheets, not wanting to move.

The soreness between her thighs was unbearable, and there was nothing great about that.

She no longer believed anything that Gemma DelGado said.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry.

Finally, moving from her bed, leaving the red stains behind she glanced in the mirror.

There was a dark hand shaped mark on her right arm, it hurt when she ran her hand over it.

Fuck. She thought.

???

Soft silk sheets were swaddled around Adelina when she woke

up. There was nothing better than a fresh set of sheets with a high tread count. They even smelt like an ocean breeze, she thought inhaling.

Her eyes drifted open exposing the room around her. Lucian’s suite. The night before drifted back into her head as she began to feel the aching in her core.

Yeah, Lucian was pretty good.

However, he wasn’t lying next to her bed.

She wrapped the sheet around her naked body and padded out of the bedroom on her bare feet.

“Morning,” Lucian greeted, raising a glass of orange juice toward her.

“What time is it?” she asked rubbing a hand across her eyes.