He continued to suckle her as his hand shifted, moving down over the slenderness of her waist to seek the heat between her thighs. He felt the silkiness of her ebony hair, her slick wetness against his fingers, before he sought and found the hardened nub that nestled there, his fingers sure as he began a rhythmic caress that matched the suckling of her breast with his lips and tongue.
Grace felt her knees buckle slightly as Lucian caressed her, her fingers tightening in his hair even as she felt the pressure of some new pleasure building between her thighs. She pressed against him, feeling the pleasure grow stronger, parting her legs instinctively as Lucian’s hand shifted slightly and she felt the long length of a finger entering her welcoming wetness slowly, inch by pleasurable inch, and then stilling to allow her time to adjust to the invasion before he entered her fully.
Grace groaned as the pad of his thumb continued its rhythmic caress, clinging to his shoulders as that invading finger was joined by another. Her nails dug into Lucian’s flesh as he slowly began to thrust inside her, and she felt herself expand and become wetter still, so hot and wide that she easily accommodated those caressing thrusts. Her eyes closed as once again she acted on instinct and began to move against those invading fingers, riding them as the pleasure grew to almost unbearable heights.
Lucian was aware of the tightening, the arching of Grace’s body as her climax began to grip her—felt it as she began to convulse inside, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the pleasure rippled through her, becoming stronger, more intense.
He raised his head to look at her as she trembled and shook on the edge of release, deliberately holding her at the pinnacle of that pleasure, feeling himself filled with a fierce satisfaction as she whimpered and cried for that release, only relenting in his control as she moved pleadingly against him, when a slight pressure of his thumb against her hardened nub sent her spiralling out of control.
She looked beautiful as she rode that release, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth full and moist, her breasts thrusting forward. Those dusky-rose nipples were tight and hard, and her long dark hair curled enticingly over her shoulders, down the length of her spine.
For long, timeless minutes she continued to convulse and gasp as her climax took her through that journey of pleasure. Her forehead was damp against the bareness of Lucian’s chest as he drove her relentlessly on, knowing pleasure himself in his ability to drive Grace so completely and wildly out of control.
Grace felt as if she were on fire, every particle of her aflame with excitement, as spasm after spasm of aching release possessed and held her. As Lucian possessed and held her, still caressing, still thrusting, Grace’s eyes opened wide as she felt a second wave of intensity building deep inside her.
‘Yes!’ Lucian encouraged her fiercely, before his mouth once more claimed hers, his tongue thrusting inside the heat of her mouth in the same rhythm as his fingers, that dual assault on her senses sending Grace spiralling into a second climax. This time the pleasure was almost pain as it reduced her to bodyracking sobs.
Lucian’s arms were like steel bands about her waist as Grace finally collapsed against him, her legs no longer able to support her as her body quivered and quaked in the aftershocks of release.
She should feel mortified at her complete abandon. Grace knew that she should.
Except she didn’t.
Not only was she in love with Lucian, but what they had just shared made her feel exultant—this secret knowledge of sexual release made her feel more truly feminine, more womanly than she had ever felt before.
Grace had no idea how long she lay in the strength of Lucian’s arms, her body sluggishly replete, her senses filled with a satiated euphoria. But slowly she came back to awareness, to a remembrance of Lucian’s arousal—to the knowledge that she had been selfish in her pleasure, and that Lucian had not come anywhere near finding the release that he must surely crave as desperately as she had.
She moistened lips swollen and sensitised from his kisses. ‘Lucian—’
‘I sincerely hope that you are not going to come out with any words of regret for what just happened…’ His voice was harsh in its rebuke.