Cruel Saints

My eyes instantly drop to his erection. There’s no revulsion as I take in how perfect my husband is. Every inch of his body is hard muscle. He’s much bigger than what I’ve seen, and even though I don’t think he’ll appreciate me calling his cock beautiful, it’s the only word I can come up with.

Lucian takes hold of my thighs and yanks me to the edge of the bed, and it makes the lace move up, exposing me from the waist down.

“You have no idea how hard it was to wait,” He says as he reaches for the nightgown, unclipping it.

My heart begins to beat faster, and my stomach flutters as Lucian nudges the right side of the lace away from my breast. Slowly he does the same with the left side as if he’s unwrapping a gift.

His irises darken to midnight black as he stares at my breasts. “God, I’m a lucky bastard,” he says, his voice rough and low.

No, I’m the lucky one to have a man look at me with so much love and desire.

His palms brush down my waist and hips, and then he takes hold of the lace panties and pulls them down my legs.

“On second thought, forget the lace. I prefer you naked,” he says gruffly as he lowers himself to his knees. He pushes my legs open, and my face reddens from being exposed to him like this.

Lucian leans forward and presses kisses to my inner thighs, and then he moves up to my hips and abdomen. “Jesus,” he breathes as he drags his nose over my strip of curls. Then my eyes shoot wide open, and my lips part on a gasp as his tongue swipes over my clit.

Holy…

He sucks hard, and it makes my body tighten and melt all at once.

Mother…

I’m still adjusting to the new sensations when Lucian lets out a deep growl. Then I have to grab hold of the covers, and my back arches from the intense pleasure his tongue and lips create between my legs.

I can only gasp, my jaw slack.

His tongue lashes at me until I’m overly sensitive. His lips knead my clit into oblivion, and when he pushes a finger inside me, I crash into an inferno of pleasure.

I make sounds I never thought possible. My body convulses as if I’m being electrocuted. Waves of pleasure crash over me, my skin alive, my breaths sharp and fast.

And it’s all just from Lucian’s skilled mouth and hands.

I’m still gasping for air, my fingers almost tearing into the covers from the tight grip I have on them when Lucian moves up my body. He presses kisses all over my abdomen and ribs until he reaches my breasts.

I finally regain some control back over my body, and letting go of the covers, I bring my hands to his hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

My fingers weave through Lucian’s damp strands, and when his teeth tug at my hard bud, I arch into him.

“Lucian,” I moan, losing my mind from everything he’s making me feel.

He pushes his arm beneath me and moves me up the bed, and then his body presses against mine. Skin to skin. Every inch.

His sculptured solid chest to my soft skin. His abs against my stomach. And his erection between my legs.

Lucian’s eyes capture mine, and I’m overwhelmed by the love I see in them.

I can’t believe there was a time I feared him. If I had a crystal ball to see this moment, I would’ve run to Lucian the first time we met.

I relish the feel of his body on top of mine as I move my hands to his shoulders, down his arms, and then back up until I reach his neck.

“I love you so much,” I whisper. His expression softens at my words. “You’re the first person I said those words to.”

“I’ll be the only person to hear them,” he demands, and then his mouth fuses with mine.

LUCIAN

Jesus, it’s hard to take it slow.

My body shudders from the effort it’s taking to kiss Elena tenderly while she’s naked beneath me, her legs spread for me, her pussy’s heat setting my cock on fire.

I rub myself against her as my hands brush down her sides and back up, memorizing the feel of her curves.

Elena naked. I’ll never see anything as beautiful again.

Then she lifts her hips, pressing her pussy against my cock, and she moans into my mouth.

And. I. Fucking. Lose. My. Mind.

Tender vanishes.

Gentle has no place here.

The kiss turns filthy, demanding more moans from my wife.

My lips and teeth work Elena’s until they’re swollen, plump for me to feast on.

Her eyes are clouded with lust, her breasts pushing against my chest with every breath of air she takes.

Fucking otherworldly.

I move my hand down, my knuckles brushing over her toned stomach and gripping hold of my aching cock, I rub myself over her opening and clit to lubricate the head.