Chapter 44 Northern plain II
“Mommy! Daddy!” Elias's high-pitched voice sounded as he stepped in.
The couple disengaged from each other at the speed of light.
Elias stopped in his tracks. “What's going on?” He looked at them strangely, glancing from one parent to the other.
“Err…” Isabella stammered, her face flushed.
“Daddy's helping Mommy take something out of her face.” Lucien rushed to her rescue.
“Really?” The little boy cocked his head sideways.
“Yes, baby.” She said too quickly, making Mira giggle silently.
Isabella glowered at her, as she waved apologetically, before taking a step back, leaving the family to their private moment.
“Oh my God, are these maps?” Elias jumped up excitedly, his little investigation forgotten as his attention shifted to the maps on the table.
“Mmm.” Lucien nodded, as he raised him up to have a good view.
“What do they stand for?” His interest was genuinely piqued.
Isabella smiled, as she watched him gush over the pins as Lucien explained what they stood for.
“Can I come?” Elias's excited voice brought her back to the present.
“Huh?” She asked genuinely confused.
“No you can't, little man.” Lucien's voice was soothing. “This is something that Daddy has got to take care of by himself.”
“And Mommy?” Elias pressed.
Lucien looked in Isabella's direction, hesitating. “Well, we still haven't decided that yet.”
“But I want the come,” Elias retorted. “I can learn a lot there, besides, I think I'm strong enough to handle some things.”
A chuckle escaped Isabella's throat, just before she could stop it.
Her baby was always acting like a grown-up, but he was actually still a child.
Lucien crouched, levelling his height to that of Elias even though he was still much taller than the little boy. “Yup. You're strong enough. One of the strongest I know.”
His words brought warmth to Isabella's heart and a smile to Elias's face.
“But Daddy says it's not safe. And remember, Daddy does what?”
“Daddy knows everything.” Elias completed grudgingly.
“Good,” Lucien nodded encouragingly. “I'll be back with a lot of stories and tales for you.”
“Promise?” He seemed pacified.
“Promise,” Lucien said, locking his fingers with Elias's.
He stood up, taking the boy in his hands. “Now, what have you got for daddy?”
Elias giggled. “What has Daddy got for me?”
Isabella chuckled. Both father and son acted so much h alike and not just in their faces.
A serious expression crossed Lucien's face. “I want you to do something for me, Kiddo?”
“Hm?” Elias looked up at him.
“Tell no one that Daddy is travelling.”
Isabella narrowed her eyes. What was Lucien driving at?
“Huh? Why?”
Lucien ran his hands through his hair. “Daddy is trying to test out something.”
“Nobody? Not even Betty? Mira?”
Lucien shook his head. “No one. When all of this is over, Daddy's gonna tell you his reasons why.”
“Okay,” The Little boy said simply nodding, heading to the door. “Missed seeing both your faces. I had to force Mira to drag me down here.”
“Awwn.” Isabella blushed. Her son was so cute when he was trying to act like a grown-up.
“I'm proud you thought of us.” Lucien ruffled his hair, as he led the little boy to the door. “See you later, okay?”
“Okie dokie.” He nodded as he stepped out of the room.
“That was close,” Isabella sighed in relief, her hands on her chest in a dramatic manner.
“Was it?” Lucien teased.
He walked over to the table. “Do we go back to the unfinished business we had?”
Isabella rolled her eyes. “No we don't. You just told Elias that I'm not coming with you.”
“Nope,” I didn't. He shook his head. “At least not in clear terms. We had not finished discussing the terms when he came.”
“Yet, you wanted to kiss me,” Isabella said knowingly.
Lucien shrugged, making a face. “We were talking about how alluring you are.”
“Were we?” She rolled her eyes. “I thought we were talking about the Moonlit blood?”
“They're the same thing.” He muttered. “You are alluring.” His voice tightened with need.
“Am I?” She teased.
“You wanna know what I think?” Lucein was with her in a second as he led her to the desk.
“What?” Isabella was reminded of the need between her legs now that he was close to her.
“Every time I am left alone with you, I think of marking my spot with you everywhere in this room.”
Her breath hitched.
“On the desk, on the couch, in the shower, on the rug, every single place.” He rasped, his breath uneven.
“The desk where the war plans are?” She leaned in.
“The papers can be moved.”
“Then what's stopping you?” Isabella was surprised at the boldness in her voice.
Lucien stopped momentarily, surprised at her words, before lifting her and settling her on the desk, using a swipe of hand, to push the papers to the floor.
Isabella’s hands went to work, as she unclasped his button, while Lucien fastened her dress.
“Why do they put so many buttons?” His voice was laced with frustration.
Isabella giggled as his trousers fell to his knees. Silently, she took his length in her hand.
“Be careful not to tear my dress.” She murmured as her hands stroked him.
“Thank you for the idea,” Lucien whispered as the fabric made a snap sound.
“Lucien?” She laughed at his impatience. “That was not what I meant.” She murmured as he pulled the dress off her body
“What did you mean?” He murmured into her ears.
“Mira is going to have my head.” She whispered, her legs spread as she invited him over, before wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I can afford a hundred of them. Any design of your choice.” He said naughtily as he bit her lips.
Isabella groaned, opening her mouth, giving him entrance as he claimed her.
The kiss was intense, with her waist arched forward, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Lucien pulled at her panties, snapping them with one move as they fell down.
He curved his fingers with expertise and found her coated in wetness.
“Guess I'm not the only one then.” He murmured in between kisses as his fingers worked inside of her.
“Lucien,” Isabella groaned. “I…I need you inside of me.”
Taking his length, she guided him to her thighs, her legs spread wide.
“It's not time.” He murmured as he grabbed both her hands with one of his, his other hand still moving in and out of her with definite precision.
Isabella cried softly. “Please… I think I'm going to cum.”
“No you won't. Not until I say you should.” He pressed her clit together, swiping inside of her as he brought out a load of her wetness.
“Open your mouth.” He commanded as he forced his hand inside her mouth.
Isabella swallowed her need, tasting salt and another taste she really could not define.
“Please,” she swallowed, her hips arched forward. “I want to feel you. Your whole length, claiming me as yours.” She cried softly.
“Beg me.” Lucien smiled as his fingers stopped.
“No, don't stop.” She cried. “I…” she pointed at her throbbing core. “It needs you.”
“Does it?” He cocked his head to the side.
“Yes, please.” Isabella groaned. She guided his fingers back to her clit.
Lucien shook his head. “How about I watch you touch yourself for a bit?”
Isabella’s cry was wrenching. One would think Lucien was actually punishing her.
He stepped backwards, as he helped her sit on the desk on all fours, her feet resting on the desk, exposing her clit for his eyes to see.
Isabella bit her lips as she threw her head backwards, her hands circling her core, moaning as another hand, fondled her breast.
“Does this work?” She asked seductively, her hands roaming her body.
Lucien's grunt answered her instead, as he went into her with one deep thrust.
Isabella cried softly, widening her legs to allow his entire length into her.
“You…” she trailed, her hair falling backwards as Lucien moved in and out of her with determined precision.
“How does it feel?” He asked in between grunts.
“Good.” She moaned. “Feels good. So good that I don't want you to stop.” She cried, her hands roaming his body.
Lucien grunted as he picked her up swiftly and faced her against the desk, before putting a finger into her hole.
Isabella gasped, her eyes widening at the pain and pleasure she'd just felt.
“And this?” He put another finger, while still thrusting into her.
Isabella shook as a response to his question. “I think I'm going to come.” She groaned as he grinded at her from behind.
“You can.”
She tightened around him, her legs shaking. “And I think I want to pee.” She cried softly, embarrassment clouding her face.
Lucien giggled, as water splattered all over him.
“You my dear, just experienced your first orgasm.” He said, holding her as she shook, resting against the desk with Lucien still inside of her.