A familiar feeling he knew as love filled his heart. It warmed him, calmed him and slowly he felt the color of his eyes returning to normal and his nails retracting.
He had no time to think of what was happening as he was consumed by the desire that pulsated through him.
Slowly he drew back and took his shirt off while studying her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes hooded with desire. He could hear the fierce pounding of her heart as her gaze traveled down his bare upper body.
Knowing that she wanted to touch him he took her hand and placed it on his chest. She hesitates for a moment but then her hands slowly began to explore his body.
She ran her hands down his chest, stomach, up his arms and shoulders her eyes showing nothing but admiration as she touched him. Then her fingers traveled down his spine and he groaned with pleasure that burned so deep it was nearly painful.
Although he was in a sweet agony he waited patiently, letting her satisfy her curiosity and getting acquainted with his body.
When she was done it was his turn.
He pressed his body intimately into hers, holding her down with his h. i. p. s while his lips claimed hers in a kiss. His tongue swept across her lower lip and she writhed beneath him creating a sweet friction that made him groan deep in his throat. Knowing the effect it had on her he repeated the deed and she m. o. a. ned in response.
Taking her dress off smoothly he began to explore her body using his hands, lips, and tongue. He savored the feel and taste of her skin, relished the sound of her m. o. a. ns.
“Lucian!” She gasped as he grazed his finger down her inner thighs coaxing shivers out of her. He did the same thing again but this time with his tongue making her quiver uncontrollably. He couldn’t help but smile at her reaction as he continued teasing her with his lips and tongue.
“Lucian please…” She said breathless as her hands fisted in his hair bringing his face to hers.
He gave her the kiss she wanted and she kissed him back with a hunger that both surprised him and aroused to an excruciating level. His hand slid between her thighs and she cried out in pleasure as his he touched sensitive, aching flesh.
She was his now and he was going to show her that no other man could pleasure her the way he was going to.
I was mindless, nearly breathless as Lucians hand stroke me slowly, rhythmically making the pressure in the pit of my stomach increase with every stroke. I dig my finger into his hair as the feeling became overwhelming, making my muscles tighten and then a spasm went through my body and my head fell back with a cry.
I just lay there, my body limp, astonished by what just happened. Whatever it was I didn’t want it to end.
“This is just the beginning, wife” Lucian whispered in my ear.
And then the kissing and stroking began and my body was on fire once again.
Lucian grabbed my h. i. p. s and I felt a sharp pain, but it was only brief. Next came the incredible feeling, our skin moving together, the friction igniting a fire that burned to my core.
Yes, I was on fire. A fire that no amount of water could quench.
Married To The Devils Son
Chapter 42
I opened my eyes slowly, unwilling to succ. u. mb the sweet dream I had been having. I realized it wasn’t a dream, as I felt Lucian’s arm around my waist, pressing my back against his chest. His legs entwined with mine under the sheets, his breath in my hair, fanning my neck.
It hadn’t been a dream. Lucian had made love to me last night in the most sensual, tender manner. I felt my cheeks heat and my body burn anew as I recalled the beautiful memories. It was an experience I had never had before and never thought I would have. Actually, I never thought such an experience could even exist. How could a single kiss make my head spin? A light touch burn my skin?
My heart skipped a beat as I felt Lucian’s arm tighten around my waist.
“Lucian? Are you awake?” I whispered.
“Hmm…” he said in a sleepy voice. Then it was quiet for a while. Had he gone back to sleep?
Slowly, I turned around to face him. His eyes were closed but I knew he was half awake. Maybe he was tired and wanted to continue sleeping, so I kept quiet as to not wake him.
Lord, he was beautiful. Just looking at him made my heart race and my fingers itched to touch him. I let my fingers slide up his shoulder and down his arm feeling the smooth and warm texture of his skin.
“Do that again” he said his voice husky with sleep.
Smiling, I did the same gesture again feeling him shiver slightly under my touch. Then I ran my fingers down his neck, his jaw, his lips, admiring the smoothness. Craving to touch him more, kiss him and hold him.
He grabbed my wrist stopping me, then he opened his eyes.
“Are you done tormenting me, wife?”
“Not yet,” I smiled teasingly.
Taking my hand, he kissed my palm then entwined his fingers with mine.
“I have never slept so peacefully before,” My heart warmed up at his words. “I wish to sleep with you in my arms every night from now on.”
“Every night?”
“Yes, every night.” He stated, his eyes boring into mine and suddenly an image of his red eyes from last night appeared in my head.
I had looked into them, into his blood red eyes and still let him make love to me. I should have been scared, should have screamed, or at least asked him what he was, but I had been blind with l. u. s. t.
“Hazel?” He grabbed some strands of my hair and tugged them behind my ear. “About last night… what you saw… I really don’t know how to explain it.”
He seemed to think for a while before his eyes slowly became unfocused, distant. All of a sudden, images of a young boy with black hair and golden eyes appeared in my head.
The boy, who looked to be five years old, was happy as he ran.
“Papa,” he shouted with a smile and enveloped his father in a hug. The smile quickly died on his face as he felt his father stiffen and recoil from his touch. He looked up at his father to see him look down at him with disgust. His heart dropped to his stomach. With teary eyes, he watched his father from a distance hugging and kissing his brothers while smiling and laughing, and wondered why he had been treated so differently.
Now the boy was a little older maybe eight. He was sitting at the lunch table with his brothers and father.
“Where is your mother?” one of his brothers asked. The boy looked at the empty chair next to him where his mother was supposed to sit, then he looked at his brothers who all were sitting next to their mothers.