“Oh, very well,” Eliza blew out and came forward.
“In there.” He pointed to his bedchamber.
“I thought you did not want to see me ruined.” However, she continued walking and Lucian followed, closing the door behind him. When the maid did arrive to collect the dishes, she would assume that Eliza was in her chamber, with the door closed and that he had retired.
Eliza turned and faced him, hands fisted on her hips. “What more is there to discuss?” she demanded. “I thought we were finished with this matter.”
“You will know when I am finished with you.” And with those words he drew Eliza into his arms and placed his lips against hers. At her gasp, he delved and kissed her most thoroughly, deeply, passionately so that there was no doubt whatsoever as to what he wanted.
When her hands rose to his shoulders, Lucian stopped and stepped away.
“Do not touch me.”
Eliza frowned. “Why?”
“I must keep control.”
“What if I do not want your control?”
He fingered the buttons at her bodice as he began to undo them. “Eliza, for once, let me lead and you follow and do as I say.”
“You wish to order me about?” she demanded as she took a step back.
“Either we do this my way or you can return to your chamber.”
She gulped.
“Do we have an understanding?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
This might be the only time that he ever had complete control of Eliza and Lucian was going to enjoy every moment. Once she learned how to please him, no doubt she would be the one who demanded. That is, unless he never allowed it.
That, however, was a decision for later.
As she looked up at him, Lucian made quick work of her buttons then slid the gown from her shoulders until it fell to her elbows. Beneath was a white shift, her breasts full and tight peaks pushing against the fabric. He nearly salivated at the idea of taking them into his mouth one at a time. Instead, he bent and placed his lips against her neck and was rewarded with the sharp intake of her breath next to his ear as he lifted his hands and palmed each of her glorious breasts then pinched the nipples.
Eliza swayed and Lucian grinned.
He then pushed the shift from her shoulders until her breasts were revealed in all their perfection. He stood back and stared down at her. Eliza attempted to raise her arms to cover herself but they were pinned at her sides because they were still within the sleeves of her dress and shift.
Lucian caressed each, noting the smoothness of her skin, and the weight as they swelled within his hands before he leaned forward and took one perfect bud tip into his mouth.
Eliza gasped as he sucked then nipped, and she dropped slightly at what he assumed was her knees nearly buckling from pleasure. It was then that he wrapped an arm about her waist, lifting her so that she was not required to stand fully on her own as he continued to feast on one breast and then the other.
Eliza let her head fall back as a moan escaped. He then stood back and placed his hands on the sleeves and pushed them down until her hands were free. Both dress and shift fell free and pooled at her feet.
Eliza’s eyes widened and she moved to place a hand over her womanhood to hide it from him.
“Do not!” Lucian ordered and he shrugged out of his dressing gown, now as naked as she.
“But…”
Lucian arched an eyebrow in warning.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
