When we reach Lucien's bedroom, he kicks the door shut and unceremoniously dumps me on the bed. I bounce on the soft mattress and can't help the laugh that escapes me.
But my laugh slowly dies in my throat as I watch Lucien pulling loose his tie with his dexterous fingers. He has a look on his face like he could just eat me up. And I'm surprised by how much I want that right now.
Swallowing hard, I slip out of his jacket and toss it to the edge of the bed. Standing, I turn my back to him and ask, "Can you unzip me?"
I hear what sounds like a muted groan coming from him before he walks over to me. The sound of the zipper going down is almost deafening, and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest as his hands slip under the material and skate across my skin. He slowly peels my dress away, and it falls to the floor, puddling at my feet.
Turning me suddenly, he places one arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly close. The other hand goes to my hair where he tightens his fist around my locks. He stares at me with a pained look on his face. "What are you doing to me?" he asks heatedly. "I lose myself when I'm around you," he confesses.
Feeling bold, I tell him, "Maybe that's a good thing sometimes."
He pushes me towards the bed; and when my knees hit, I fall backwards. Grabbing my legs, he spreads them roughly as his eyes rake down my naked form. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he growls.
I watch as he unbuttons his white shirt and strips out of his pants and boxers. My greedy gaze peruses his muscular physique. He looks like he was carved out of stone to mirror some Greek god, and it has my entire body buzzing with pent-up desire.
Reaching into the nightstand, he withdraws a condom and sheaths his rock hard length. Gripping himself by the root with his right hand and locking his left hand on my thigh, he rubs the tip against my clit, causing me to moan loudly.
"I can't go slow," he hisses out in confession. "I want you too damn much right now."
"I don't want slow," I tell him even though the words make my heartbeat double in speed.
He takes a step back, and his fingers dip inside of me, testing me. "Fuck, you're soaked," he says through gritted teeth.
I want to tell him it's because he's been teasing me, albeit unknowingly, all evening. I wanted him the moment I saw him standing by the gazebo. And knowing that he did all of that planning and preparation for me made me want him even more.
"Fuck me, Lucien," I gasp, not wanting to wait another second without him inside of me.
He growls at my words, and I don't have to wait long before he positions himself at my entrance and enters me, not stopping until he's fully seated inside of me.
I gasp at the intrusion as my walls try to accommodate his length. "Oh, shit," I pant.
He only gives me a moment to recover, however, before he withdraws almost the entire way before sliding home again. And the feeling is incredible. My eyes roll back in my head as I scream out his name.
He grabs my legs and pins them against his chest, locking my ankles together with one of his large hands while the other reaches for my breasts, tugging on my hardened nipples. The sensation is driving me closer and closer to the edge. And before I can even stop myself, I'm tumbling over.
"Lucien!" I cry, his name a soft plea on my lips, as my inner walls spasm around his cock.
He slows down his thrusts, but barely gives me time to recover before picking up the pace again and brutally pistoning his hips into me. "Again," he demands. "Come for me again. I want to hear you fucking scream, Adeline."
As if on command, my body betrays me as I soar off the precipice once again. A scream rips out of my throat as he fucks me harder, faster.
"Yes. That's it," he drawls out. "You're mine."
"I'm yours," I gasp.
My words seem to be his undoing, because his thrusts falter and then he's joining me in bliss. He grinds out my name from his beautiful mouth as he pumps into me three more times before stilling. The look of ecstasy and overwhelming serenity on his face takes my breath away.
Our panting breaths fill the silence of the room as we stare at each other. Something passes between us, and I couldn't describe it even if I wanted to.
After several minutes, Lucien suggests, "Let's take a shower."
I'm quiet as he helps me up and leads me to the en suite. And under the spray of the water, we lose ourselves quickly in one another again…and again…and again. It's as if he can't get enough of me now after pushing me away for so long.
And I'm afraid I'll never be able to get enough of him...even if that means being his prisoner forever.
CHAPTER 11
LUCIEN
