Soulless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy 2)

“My God, Lucian! Please! Yes! More!”

I didn’t give her more. I made her wait, slowly, slowly, back and forth.

“Please! More!” she cried.

“Quiet!” I grunted, and once again she did as she was told, holding her breath as I teased her with my tongue.

I was going to make Elaine Constantine come with my fingers inside her. I wanted to hear her come, from my knees, with my mouth on her pussy and my fingers rammed deep.

I worked like a perfect beast against her clit, licking, sucking, nibbling as she whimpered. She tensed and she squirmed as I slid two fingers into her, and her hands dropped down the wall a touch, even though she did what she was told and kept them raised. She moaned and pushed against me, and slowly, ever so slowly, she lost herself to the sensations as I circled my fingers inside her, my tongue lapping at her clit, feeling her tension as the orgasm bloomed inside her. Her pussy was divine, a flower that would be the most beautiful thing in the world to stretch open wide when I thrust my dick inside her. Only it wouldn’t be now. I would be holding out on those petals until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

The noises were beautiful as she crested. Her murmurs were the most intoxicating sound. My face was wet with her juices when she shuddered and buckled and gasped to find her breath. Elaine Constantine was a filthy little angel when she came for me.

I tasted of her when I got to my feet and pushed my tongue in her mouth to dance with hers.

I tugged hard on her nipples and claimed her hot mouth with mine until she was squirming and fucking drooling.

Fuck, I loved kissing Elaine.

I was in love with Elaine fucking Constantine.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held me close, and I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it anymore, not any of it. I wanted Elaine Constantine to hold me. I’d never wanted anyone to hold me in my life, but her touch was magic to me.

I thought she’d be done and finished when I pulled away from her mouth and let go of her nipples, but her breaths were still fast and light, and her eyes were wide on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, Lucian, don’t stop.”

I thought she wanted my tongue back on her clit, but she didn’t. Her cheeks were flushed pink when she dropped her eyes from mine, squirming nervous.

“Please, Lucian. Hurt me some more. I need more pain.”31ElaineI was still flying high when Lucian pushed me forward over the arm of the sofa. My breaths were still shallow and my clit was still tingling as I bared my ass to him and he slapped me, hard. I loved it. The sensations set me alight. This was the kind of pain I needed above any other. I needed to be hurting, but high, and I was so high I was soaring . . . being hurt by the man I loved.

The man I loved.

The very thought had me grinning as he hit me.

His slaps were quick, but not so quick they had me squealing. He was paced and steady, and that’s when I knew it, for the very first time I’d ever known it. He was hurting me for me and not for him. He was giving me pain for my pleasure and not his own. It was the most amazing feeling.

My flesh was alive, burning just right where he’d hit me. I couldn’t hold back a moan as he slipped his fingers between my thighs and pushed them inside me, teasing just like he’d done before. This time I was ready for him. I was bucking back against him for more. More fingers, more slaps, more Lucian. More Lucian, more Lucian, more Lucian.

The gorgeous beast gave me more Lucian.

“Tell me you fucking want this,” he said, but there was no venom in his words. The monster’s words were dripping with lust.

My voice was desperate. “Please. I want it.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt, heard it sliding through its loops, and I tensed, waiting, only he didn’t hit me. There was no torrent of thrashes or promises of how he was going to fuck me up. Not this time.

“Tell me you want it, Elaine. Make me believe how much you want it.”

It was an amazing rush, to have to convince Lucian Morelli that I wanted him to hurt me before he would hit me. I looked back at him over my shoulder with pleading eyes.

“Please, Lucian. I really do want it. I promise you I want it. I need it. I need you.”

He trailed the leather across my ass, and I clenched.

“Make me believe you want it, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I felt it right down in my stomach.