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was enough to nearly make him spill his seed.
She looked deep into his eyes. “Take me now.”
It was a request he couldn't refuse.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. As soon as she was on it, he rolled her to her stomach and began to kiss down her back to her round buttocks. His hands followed his mouth, touching every part of her.
With the slightest movement, he pulled her to her knees. He leaned over her, pressing his aching arousal against her as his hands found her breasts. As he teased her nipples, Isabelle began to move her against him.
He shifted his hips and entered her hot, wet sex. He couldn't stop the moan of satisfaction at filling her, of having her tight walls surround him. With his hands on her hips to keep her still, he plunged inside her with long, slow thrusts.
Her breathing hitched, and little cries of pleasure poured from her mouth. And each time he filled her, he was coming closer and closer to the edge of his own climax.
He reached around and found her sex and the swollen nub of her clit. With the slightest touch, he ran his thumb across it and was rewarded with a tremor that shook her. He repeated the movement and felt her clench around him.
Isabelle was under a haze of pleasure so profound that she could barely remember her own name. Each time Lucian's hands or mouth touched her, she melted. He was an expert at lovemaking and knew just where to touch her to send her spiraling into bliss.
Even now as he pumped his thick arousal in and out of her, she ached for more. She was mindless to where his hands roamed. His hips pumped faster, his thrusts began to drive into her harder, deeper. She was so close to peaking, her body flushed, her breathing ragged.
A cry tore from her throat at the pleasure that splintered through her. With just the slightest wiggle of his finger, an orgasm so intense, so incredible consumed her. Even as her tremors began to fade, Lucian still drove within her.
He leaned over her, his breathing harsh and ragged. His hips pumped faster just before she heard him roar, and he gripped her and buried himself deep, giving his seed to her womb. Isabelle instinctively tightened around him to prolong his climax.
“Isabelle,” he whispered and collapsed on top of her before he rolled to his side, bringing her against him.
For long moments they lay silently in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Her mind was filled with Lucian. Ever since he’d come into her life, he’d turned it upside down. She’d had more excitement, more enjoyment in the past few hours than she’d had most of her life. All that was due to Lucian.
Yes, his story frightened her. She wanted to discount it, but she knew that as odd as it sounded, that it was the truth. She couldn’t explain how she knew, only that she did. That’s what scared her the most.
She shouldn’t be so sure of him. But she was.
Isabelle could still feel him inside her. Each time they came together was more pleasurable, more intense. She had never thought of herself as wicked, but when she was near Lucian all she could think about was their bodies joining again.
The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them. It made her think of possibilities, of happiness…of a future.
When he pulled out of her, she turned and looked at him. “That was…incredible.”
A satisfied smile pulled at his lips. “Liked that, did you?”
“Very much,” she admitted and pulled him down next to her. “Is there more?”
He nuzzled her neck. “So very much more it would take me a lifetime to show you.”
She didn't respond to his words, but they stayed with her, even as she dozed in his arms.
A lifetime .
Wasn't that what she wanted?
Yes!
* * * *
Lucian held Isabelle tightly to him as her breathing evened into sleep. It was only the second time they had made love, yet it was more intense than the first. And still he hungered for her. He wanted her
She looked deep into his eyes. “Take me now.”
It was a request he couldn't refuse.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed. As soon as she was on it, he rolled her to her stomach and began to kiss down her back to her round buttocks. His hands followed his mouth, touching every part of her.
With the slightest movement, he pulled her to her knees. He leaned over her, pressing his aching arousal against her as his hands found her breasts. As he teased her nipples, Isabelle began to move her against him.
He shifted his hips and entered her hot, wet sex. He couldn't stop the moan of satisfaction at filling her, of having her tight walls surround him. With his hands on her hips to keep her still, he plunged inside her with long, slow thrusts.
Her breathing hitched, and little cries of pleasure poured from her mouth. And each time he filled her, he was coming closer and closer to the edge of his own climax.
He reached around and found her sex and the swollen nub of her clit. With the slightest touch, he ran his thumb across it and was rewarded with a tremor that shook her. He repeated the movement and felt her clench around him.
Isabelle was under a haze of pleasure so profound that she could barely remember her own name. Each time Lucian's hands or mouth touched her, she melted. He was an expert at lovemaking and knew just where to touch her to send her spiraling into bliss.
Even now as he pumped his thick arousal in and out of her, she ached for more. She was mindless to where his hands roamed. His hips pumped faster, his thrusts began to drive into her harder, deeper. She was so close to peaking, her body flushed, her breathing ragged.
A cry tore from her throat at the pleasure that splintered through her. With just the slightest wiggle of his finger, an orgasm so intense, so incredible consumed her. Even as her tremors began to fade, Lucian still drove within her.
He leaned over her, his breathing harsh and ragged. His hips pumped faster just before she heard him roar, and he gripped her and buried himself deep, giving his seed to her womb. Isabelle instinctively tightened around him to prolong his climax.
“Isabelle,” he whispered and collapsed on top of her before he rolled to his side, bringing her against him.
For long moments they lay silently in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Her mind was filled with Lucian. Ever since he’d come into her life, he’d turned it upside down. She’d had more excitement, more enjoyment in the past few hours than she’d had most of her life. All that was due to Lucian.
Yes, his story frightened her. She wanted to discount it, but she knew that as odd as it sounded, that it was the truth. She couldn’t explain how she knew, only that she did. That’s what scared her the most.
She shouldn’t be so sure of him. But she was.
Isabelle could still feel him inside her. Each time they came together was more pleasurable, more intense. She had never thought of herself as wicked, but when she was near Lucian all she could think about was their bodies joining again.
The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them. It made her think of possibilities, of happiness…of a future.
When he pulled out of her, she turned and looked at him. “That was…incredible.”
A satisfied smile pulled at his lips. “Liked that, did you?”
“Very much,” she admitted and pulled him down next to her. “Is there more?”
He nuzzled her neck. “So very much more it would take me a lifetime to show you.”
She didn't respond to his words, but they stayed with her, even as she dozed in his arms.
A lifetime .
Wasn't that what she wanted?
Yes!
* * * *
Lucian held Isabelle tightly to him as her breathing evened into sleep. It was only the second time they had made love, yet it was more intense than the first. And still he hungered for her. He wanted her
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