Lucien's POV
The moment my tongue touched her, I lost control. She was soft and trembling, her warmth coating my mouth like something forbidden. Sweet. Slightly salty. Pure heat. She arched under me with a gasp, and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I wanted more of her, all of her. Her taste lingered on my tongue, addictive and wild, and I swore I'd never get enough.
She tasted like sin.
Sweet and slick and utterly intoxicating. Her thighs trembled around my head, but I held her down, my mouth greedy, tongue dragging over her folds like I was starving.
Her heat soaked into me, her essence slick on my tongue, salty and feminine a flavor I knew I'd crave for the rest of my life. And the more she moaned, the deeper I sank.
I buried my face between her thighs and groaned.
She was soaked. Warm. Dripping for me. Her taste hit my tongue, sweet, salty, fucking perfect and I couldn't hold back. I licked her like she was mine, like her body was made for my mouth.
Every moan she gave fed something primal in me.
Her pussy tasted like heaven, and I was going to worship it until she screamed.
And oh the look on her face was the most satisfying thing I had the luxury to experience for she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, every single thing about her was everything I had ever yearned for. Her taste, her essence, her body, her mind, all of it, beckoned to me, and I knew I would never get enough of her.
From the way her body kept rising to meet my mouth, I could tell that she was close and that further propelled me into probing further into her heat. She grabbed my head and I could feel the roots of my hair almost pulling off but it didn't matter as long as she kept soaking deeper into my touch. Her loud moans filled the room, she was screaming my name now, loud and shameless. Her moans bounced off the walls, drowning out every thought in my head. I owned every sound she made, and fuck, I wanted more.
She tugged at my hair, desperate, and I rewarded her with a slow, deliberate swirl around her entrance before plunging in. The taste of her;salt and sweetness and raw desire flooded my senses, and I groaned into her, driving her higher. Her thighs tightened around my head, pressing me closer, and I licked up through the center of her heat, flicking my tongue over the most sensitive spot until she was trembling.
"Fuck," she cried out, her back arching off the bed. I lapped at her dripping core without mercy, holding her hips in place as I built a steady, rhythmic pace. When her walls clenched around my tongue, I leaned up just long enough to catch her eye. She was glazed with need, her lips parted in a silent plea. I smiled against her skin.
Then I dove back in, slow and demanding. Each pull of my mouth was a promise: I owned this moment, this bed, this woman. And before long, her trembling turned to shudders of release, and she came apart beneath me, her cry the only sound I needed. I let her ride out every wave, tasting her fall and rise until at last she collapsed, spent, against the sheets, and I emerged, wet and triumphant, to pull her into my arms but I had to hold back for fear that maybe all that we experienced for her was only but a fleeting moment of inadequacy.
I rose up from the sheets, seeking any form of refuge I could find. Indeed this moment would remain stuck in my head for a long time and I only knew that it would make me yearn for her more. These thoughts rushed through my mind as I made for the restroom, I opened the door and took one look at my reflection in the mirror; my hair was disheveled in the most dramatic of ways, my face was covered with her taste and it gave me all the satisfaction but deep down I wondered what she thought about me, honestly and truthfully.
After washing my face, I came back into the room and she was still on the bed, dazed from the moment we just shared and before I could let her say anything, I carried her off the bed to the bathroom. She muttered something while I carried her but I couldn't pick it up. I asked her if she'd like me to help her shower and she declined abruptly, and I left immediately to avoid any more unholy thoughts.
I entered my study to pull my clothes and get ready for the night, while at it, I could tell when she was done and had walked into the room, I finished up and headed back into the room.
"You're done, I see, I brought these for you so you do not have to wear those," I had ordered for more comfortable clothes as the one she wore was in no shape to be worn again especially after what just happened too.
"Thank you." That was all she said but I could see there was an inner battle within herself though I could tell that she was truly grateful.
"I've ordered your meal so you do not have to go seeking what to eat, matter of fact, we both should have had something before we…. I know you may feel uncomfortable now that we've…,"
I didn't know why that last part came out but it was already too late to take it back and almost immediately she responded with a cold expression on her face…"I should have you know that I do not intend to continue whatever this ruse is and I must apologize for not stopping it sooner."
I couldn't blame her for whatever opinions she had formed so far about me and though it stung a bit, I was going to have her one way or another. I turned and entered my study. I would be sleeping there for the night even though my body still yearned to be with her and without a word, I disappeared, partly grateful for the opportunity to finally gather my thoughts.
I stayed up all night, sleep was so far away from me and I knew why; it was her. It was because she was just a door away from the room I was in and I wanted more of her and yet I couldn't just go back in there and tell her that I wanted her to be in my bed again especially after the way she reacted when I made a reference to it.
I could still taste her in my mouth and I didn't want to be free of her scent; she smelled so feminine there was this enchanting sensation about her that couldn't be ignored. If I was going to claim her, I'd have to make her give in to me without force, I have to act more gently than what she expects of me. I've never felt so bad about the rumors about me being a playboy lacking in manners and only saw women as commodities for satisfaction until this point. I'm definitely certain that she's already done her research and probably figured that it would be the best if she avoided me in every way possible.