Chapter 53 53. Sin Personified
His fingers returned to my blouse, working the remaining buttons with taunting slowness. Each one he opened, he pressed a kiss to the newly exposed skin. My
"You're going too slow," I breathed.
"Am I?" He looked up at me through dark lashes, pausing with his lips hovering over my stomach. "Maybe I want to savor this. Make you remember why staying is the better choice."
"Cocky."
He pushed my blouse open wider, revealing the black lace bra underneath. His thumb traced the edge of it. "I don't remember buying this for you."
"I ordered it last week."
"For me?"
"For myself."
"Liar." His teeth grazed my breast skin that the lace didn't cover. "You wore this knowing I'd see it. Knowing what it would do to me."
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" He bit down gently on the swell of my breast, making me arch into him. "Use your words, Camila."
"Yes... I wore it for you..."
"Good girl." The praise in his voice sent a rush of warmth pooling low in my belly. "Now tell me what you want."
"You know what I want."
"Say it anyway." His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. "I want to hear you asking." His fingers traced patterns on my inner thigh, so close to where It ached but not close enough.
"Lucien... Please... Touch me..." I breathed.
"Where?" His mouth traveled down again, kissing a path along my ribs while his hand stayed infuriatingly still on my thigh. "Here?" A kiss to my stomach. "Or here?"
"You're being cruel."
He looked up at me with the hunger in his eyes. Next thing, his hands pushed up my bra and his tongue caught one nipple. The wet heat of it made me gasp. His body was pressed to mine as he laved it with his tongue, swirling around the hardened peak before drawing it into his hot mouth.
I cried out and writhed under him at the sensation, my hands flying to his hair. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the flesh as he licked and nibbled at me.
"Still want to leave tomorrow?" he drew back from my nipple, smirking at me.
"Yes," I lied. "You've not done enough convincing."
"Says the girl that's writhing under me," he ground his hardness slowly against me.
One hand went to the hard planes of the chest, while the other found the back of his neck and pulled him down to my lips again. He didn't stay there for long.
His breath was hot against my skin as his lips moved down my neck, my cleavage, dipping into my navel, and settling at the corner of one thigh.
"Answer my question, Camila," he kissed every inch of skin on my thigh he could reach.
"I can't- think when you do that."
"Then don't think." His hand moved underneath my skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my underwear. "Just feel."
Every nerve ending was singing a high, desperate note. My hips lifted, seeking more pressure, more contact, more of anything he was willing to give.
"Needy little thing, aren't you?" His voice was dark with satisfaction. "I've barely touched you and you're already falling apart. It's my pleasure." He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my skirt. "Lift up."
I did, and he pulled the skirt down slowly. The fabric dragged across my sensitized skin alongside my pantie. The cool air hit my bare mould, and goosebumps bloomed across my skin.
"Beautiful," he murmured, looking at my sprawled form. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
My legs shivered as he spread them apart to take in the view.
"Last chance to tell me to stop."
"Don't you dare stop."
"That's my girl." He lapped at the slickness on my inner thighs, moaning at the taste of me. "Now, let me show you exactly why you should stay." His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he savored my essence.
"Ah..." I whimpered. Molten heat spread through my veins. He held down my bucking hips with a firm hand on my stomach.
"You taste so good, princess." His breath fanned against my stimulated folds, fingers tracing the swollen lips of them. "So wet for me..."
He licked a slow stripe up my center, from the entrance of my pussy to the hard little bud of my clit and thrust two fingers into my heat.
"Oh god... Lucien... good..." My fingers dug into his shoulders. The intrusion was a burning core, radiating outward through my limbs. My thighs quivering with the effort of keeping them spread for him. I could feel that wave getting closer, could feel the coil wind tighter and tighter.
I wasn't gonna last long.
"Come for me," he growled against my skin, his other fingers dug into my thighs. "I want to feel you come apart in my mouth."
Time lost meaning as there was only sensation. His mouth. His hands. The building pressure that kept cresting higher and higher until I couldn't hold it anymore.
When I finally shattered, his name tore from my throat. My legs shook violently, thighs trying to close around his head, but he held them open with firm hands.
He didn't stop, just kept going until another wave hit me, then another, until I was sobbing with the intensity of it.
Only when I physically pushed at his head did he relent. He pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh before crawling back up my body.
I was wrecked. Completely undone. My hair was everywhere, my skin flushed and damp with sweat, my chest heaving as I tried to remember how to breathe.
He looked down at me, propped on his forearms, and flashed me a wicked grin. Or a triumphant grin.
The smile of a man who knew exactly what he'd done to me.
His lips and chin glistened with my release. He should've looked obscene. Instead, he looked like sin personified.
"Still leaving tomorrow?" he asked, voice rough and satisfied.
I was too overcome with post-orgasmic bliss to speak.
"I'll take that as a no." He leaned down, pressing his mouth to mine. I could taste myself on him, and somehow that made my already-molten core clench with renewed want.
"You're..." I tried to form a coherent sentence. Failed.
"Devastatingly good at that?" He kissed the corner of my mouth. "I know."
"Impossibly arrogant."
"Also true." His thumb traced my swollen bottom lip. "But you love it. Love how I make you lose control. How I make you forget everything except my name."
He wasn't wrong. And that terrified me.
"Stay, Camila." The command was back in his voice, but underneath it was something softer. "Not because of what we just did. But because you want to. Because this..." He gestured between us. "This is worth more than space or taking it slow."
I reached up, cupping his face. "You're not playing fair."
"I never do." He turned his head, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Not when it comes to you."
I looked at this man who'd been cold and ruthless and dangerous, who'd somehow become tender and vulnerable and mine.
"One condition," I said finally.
"Name it."
"It would be after I spend some time with Maya, and also, Maya gets to come over whenever she wants."
His lips quirked. "Done. Anything else?"
"No secrets. If something's happening, if you're worried or stressed or dealing with board drama, you tell me."
"Deal." He kissed me again. "Now stop stalling and say you'll stay."
"I'll stay."
The smile that broke across his face was worth every moment of hesitation. "Good. Because I wasn't letting you leave anyway."
"Kidnapping now? That's new."
"For you?" He nipped at my bottom lip. "I'd do far worse."
The darkness in his voice sent a thrill through me. "Promise?"
"Oh, fiera." His eyes glinted with dangerous promise. "You have no idea what you just signed up for..."