Lucian had never seen anything so erotic as Grace as she bent over him, her hair flowing darkly over her shoulders and breasts as she licked and sucked him rhythmically, taking more and more of him into her mouth, until he felt as if he might burst with the pleasure she gave him.
‘Not yet, Grace.’ He reluctantly drew her away from him. ‘A man takes some time to recover after release, my love, and there are still so many things I wish to explore with you, to share with you!’
She looked up at him teasingly. ‘I am yours to tutor, my love.’
Lucian groaned low in his throat as he heard his own arrogant words upon her lips. He shook his head. ‘I do not believe there is a single thing I can teach you about pleasing me!’
Her gaze held his as she rose gracefully to her feet, moving to place her legs either side of him on the carriage seat, so that she might lower herself and straddle his thighs. The heat of her burned a path along his arousal as she moved slowly, erotically, against him.
‘Grace…!’ Lucian choked gruffly as he felt the reins of his control snapping.
Her answer was to capture his lips with her own, her breasts pressed against his chest, the fire of her thighs against his driving him wild with need.
‘Take me, Lucian,’ she pleaded as her lips travelled the column of his throat. ‘Take me…!’
Her back arched invitingly, and Lucian was no longer able to resist capturing one of her turgid nipples into his mouth, suckling lightly, then harder, driving Grace to the same wildness as him. Her juices flowed freely against him as she moved even more demandingly against his hardness.
‘I do not want to hurt you, Grace—’
‘Oh, my love, you could never hurt me by loving me!’ she assured him breathlessly. Her gaze once more locked with his, and she was the one to reach down between them and guide him slowly, with agonising sweetness, inside her moist, welcoming sheath.
Fire.
Pure molten fire.
Engulfing Lucian.
Possessing him.
‘Now, Lucian!’ she groaned achingly. ‘Take me now, my love!’
Lucian held her tightly to him as with one powerful surge his pulsing hardness impaled her, breathing hard as he rested there, to allow Grace to become accustomed to the invasion. Oh, God, if he had hurt her—!
Grace flung her head back, her eyes glowing with happiness, her expression one of joyful triumph. ‘It is beautiful, Lucian. Truly, truly beautiful.’ Her voice caught emotionally. ‘We are one, my love. There is no you. There is no me. There is only us!’
Lucian’s arms tightened about her. ‘Always and for ever, my love!’
‘Always and for ever,’ Grace vowed breathlessly, before Lucian’s mouth once more claimed hers and he began to stroke inside her, slowly and then with ever-increasing urgency, until a fire, a pleasure, was building inside Grace unlike anything she had ever known before.
‘Lucian…?’ She groaned achingly as she felt her release building in intensity.
‘I will join you this time, my love,’ he encouraged heatedly. ‘I promise you I will join you.’
Grace felt the heat of his seed pumping inside her as her own release quivered and shook through the whole of her body, and that release was intensified as Lucian surged fiercely inside her. Their pleasure seemed never-ending.
She would love this man always and for ever, Grace silently vowed minutes, hours later, as her head fell weakly against Lucian’s shoulder. And she had no doubt that Lucian would love her in the same way.
Always and for ever.
From now on there would be only joy in Lucian’s life. The joy of their deep and abiding love for each other.
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