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The air thickened between them, both their bodies yearning for the forbidden.

Lucien cursed himself for his foolish suggestion. It was obvious what would happen if they stayed in each other’s arms for even a minute more. He couldn’t risk it.
He started to pull away.

With a soft gasp, she clung to him.
“Ten minutes,” she whispered, searching his eyes. “Please. Five is… too short. I need more.”

He swallowed hard. “Kendall…”

Her chest pressed into his, her palm flattening on his chest. “Please…”

Her soft plea had his restraint in tatters, and he found himself leaning into her, heart pounding with anticipation, with thrill.

“Ten minutes?” he whispered.

She nodded.
His hand slid around her neck, pulling her closer until their lips were just a breath apart.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” His deep voice sent chills over her skin. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Arousal flared through her body, and Kendall could barely order her many thoughts, scrambling to grab one of them to answer his question.
“Kiss me…” was her answered request. “Just once, please—”

His lips captured hers, muffling the rest of her words and dragging her into a maddeningly sexy kiss. She moaned right away, melting into him, thighs clenching around her aching sex.
His hand slid down her arm as he kissed her, slipping around her waist and then pulling her so hard against his body that she moaned at the contact, squirming against him.

His lips were hypnotic. The effect of his kiss on her hadn’t weakened in the slightest since the last time she’d tasted him. He still made her light-headed, still weakened her joints until she was melted into him, and he still had her pulsing with need, slick between her thighs.

Did he even know, she wondered? Did he know the extent of his effect on her, or did he just have a vague idea? She wanted to show him what he did to her.

His tongue dragged across hers in a painfully slow stroke, making her breath stutter out in staccato pants as she shivered in his arms.
She parted her lips wider, wanting to be completely submerged in his overwhelming kisses. But he pulled away, leaving her lips wanting.

Breathing hard, Lucien studied her face with fevered hunger, meeting her intoxicated gaze with his own.

“What else?” His voice was rough, deepened by desire. “What else would you like me to do for you?”

The words made her sex pulse hard, and her heart raced in her chest. It was like being in her favourite candy store and being told she could pick anything she wanted. She didn’t even know where to start.

All she knew were the things he’d done to her before, and how good they’d felt. So, with trembling fingers, she took his hand.
And brought it to her skin, sliding it up her body until it reached her chest.

Lucien watched, his dark gaze following the movement until his palm covered her right breast. Her hand, over his, squeezed, and her breath hitched.
Entranced, he watched as she gave herself pleasure using his hand.

“This is what you want?” he whispered.

She nodded, looking at him. He swallowed hard, moving to lay her flat on her back, his right arm supporting her head as his left slipped aside her shirt.

Kendall was throbbing with excitement, barely able to contain herself. His fingers tracing her skin as he uncovered her bra-covered breast had her aching, needing him to touch her more firmly. Every faint brush left her burning, yearning for more.

Then, he gave it to her.

His head dipped, and his lips covered hers in another kiss. Their tongues met, hungry, as he urgently opened her other buttons. His hand flicked off her bra straps and then slid under her back, snapping open the hooks that kept the garment in place.

Her breast spilled out for him, and he groaned, deepening the kiss as he finally palmed one, supple tit.

He kneaded the soft flesh, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her answering moans and thrusting hips told him just how horny she was, and, addicted to the response, he heightened the torture.
A pinch on her nipple made her whimper in a voice so needy, it shot fire into his veins. In a blink, he tore his mouth away from hers and went lower.

When his tongue circled her nipple, she gasped, spine jerking on a nearly painful twinge of pleasure. He flicked the tightened bud and sucked it into his mouth, reliving the delight of tasting her tits. She cried out, thighs clamping together when her sex gushed into her panties. Her fingers delved into his hair, stroking it as his mouth sucked on her.

He lifted his head, and she thought he was done, but then he turned to her other breast.

Lying on her back with her shirt open and her bra cast aside, Kendall was completely exposed to his gaze. And Lucien took it in, looking down at her soft tits, one glistening from his mouth.

With his left hand, he palmed them, going from one to the other, tugging and teasing each nipple until she couldn’t contain her sounds. Dipping his head, he took her left tit into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue.
So many times, he’d had these forbidden thoughts. Wanting to do these dirty things to her, to pleasure her until she was crying with release.

Ten minutes were nearly up. But neither of them was counting. The hum of the television faded into the background; the only sound he could hear was her needy pleas, begging him to keep sucking her tits.
And he did. His lips surrounded her nipple, bringing her to her knees with pleasure.

Kendall couldn’t take it any longer. She needed release, or she would go crazy with pleasure.
Gasping breathlessly as he teased her, she let her hand slip down toward her aching sex, desperate to alleviate the tension. Lucien’s eyes were closed, but the second her fingers pressed into her sex, his hand clamped onto her wrist, catching her in the act.

His eyes opened, staring up at her through his dark lashes as he gave her tit a final lick.
“You’re not allowed,” he rasped breathlessly. “To touch yourself.”

She whimpered, biting her lip. “Please… I need to… Lucien, please.”

He pulled her hand away, pinning it beside her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She couldn’t answer, and his mouth curved into a sardonic smirk.
“What do you want me to do for you?” he whispered. “Do you want…?”

His hand traced her body until his fingers merely brushed the sides of her throbbing sex, making Kendall pulse with anticipation.
“This?” he murmured, kissing her chest. “You want me to touch you here? On your pussy?”

“Yes…” She breathed out the word, thighs spreading to give him access. “Please, touch me...”