Chapter 77 77. Free The Nips
He pushed my bra up without ceremony, freeing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples hardened immediately and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
"So perfect." His breath scorched my skin. "So mine."
"Lucien..."
"Use your words, Fiera." He pressed a kiss to the underside of my right breast.
"Touch me."
"I am touching you." His mouth closed around my nipple and I arched off the couch with a gasp.
He sucked the pebbled bud, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper. His other hand came up to palm my left breast, thumb brushing over that peak until it matched the hardness of the one in his mouth.
"You taste like heaven." He switched sides, voice rough with want. "Been craving this all day."
I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him against me. Every pull of his mouth sent heat flooding through my core.
"I need more."
"I know exactly what you need." His hand slid down my stomach, fingers bunching the fabric of my skirt. "And I'm going to give it to you."
He shoved the material up to my waist in one swift movement. His hand paused at the edge of my underwear, eyes meeting mine. A question.
I grabbed his wrist and pushed lower. "Don't stop."
His answering smile was pure sin. "Never."
He hooked his fingers in the fabric and shifted it aside, baring the core of me. The place that burned for him to claim. The first brush of contact stole my breath.
"Dios, you're soaked." His voice dropped, rougher now. "How long have you been like this?"
"Since you bit me."
He lifted his head, pupils swallowing the gold until only thin rings remained. "You like when I use my teeth on you?"
"Yes."
"Where else should I mark you?" His fingers circled my center, maddeningly light, giving me nothing. It only made more wetness trickle out. "Here?" He bit down on the swell of my breast, hard enough that I felt the sting radiate outward. "Or here?" His mouth dragged to my collarbone, teeth scraping a deliberate line across sensitive skin.
"Everywhere." I was squirming now, trying to rock against his hand, desperate for friction. "Lucien, please..."
"Eyes on me."
The command cut through the haze. I met his gaze and saw something predatory there, something that made my pulse hammer in my throat.
"When I'm touching you, you don't look away. Understood?"
I nodded.
"Say it."
"I understand."
"Good girl." He added pressure with his circling fingers. Tension was building low in my stomach as I tried to hold his smoldering gaze. Briefly, only for a moment, I glanced away unable to hold that much intensity. The crack of his palm against my thigh echoed through the room.
My eyes flew back to his.
"Keep those pretty green eyes on me." His fingers had gone completely still.
"You..." Words failed me. I liked it. God, I loved it. "I like it." The admission came out breathy and shameless.
"There's my honest girl." He spanked my inner thigh this time, the sting sharper, closer to where I ached. "Your body tells me everything I need to know."
My face burned but I couldn't deny it. My hips lifted toward him, yearning for more.
"Remember what I promised when I next caught you alone." He resumed the movement, finally thrusting his fingers in with that devastating rhythm. "Now keep your eyes open. I want to watch you shatter."
I forced myself to hold his gaze as pleasure bubbled inside me. His fingers worked expertly, finding every tender spot, applying pressure exactly where I craved it. My breathing turned ragged.
"Ah..."
"Don't hold back those sounds." His thumb found my clit and I gasped. "Let me hear you."
"Lucien, I can't... it's too much... I'm gonna..."
"You can take it." His pace increased, thumb circling with cruel precision. "You're going to take everything I give you."
My eyes started to close as sensation overwhelmed me. Another spank, this time on the underside of my thigh where it met my ass. The position was awkward but effective as his palm found flesh.
"Eyes. On. Me." Each word punctuated with thrusts from his fingers. "Last warning, princess."
I locked my gaze on his, trembling with the effort. All I wanted was to throw my head back and lose myself in the feeling.
"There you go." His voice dropped even lower. "Watch me while I ruin you."
The tension in my belly wound impossibly tight. My hips rocked against his hand, chasing something just out of reach. His thumb pressed harder and I cried out.
"Beg me."
"W-what?"
"Beg me to let you finish." His pace slowed to something agonizing. "I want to hear how badly you need it."
"Please." The word broke on my lips. "Please, Lucien, I need it."
"Need what? Be specific, Fiera."
"I need you to make me come. Please. I can't take it anymore."
"So desperate." His free hand came up to grip my jaw, holding my face steady, forcing eye contact. "All for me."
"Only for you."
"That's right." His fingers resumed their relentless rhythm. "Only I get to see you like this. Only I get to touch you like this. Only I get to make you fall apart."
My whole body shook. I could feel that wave about to crash.
"Now." His thumb pressed down with perfect pressure. "Let go, mi Fiera."
The orgasm ripped through me with violent intensity. My back arched off the couch, my mouth opened on a scream, and I shattered completely. Wave after wave crashed through me, pleasure so intense it bordered on painful, and through it all I kept my eyes locked on his.
Watching him watch me. Seeing the satisfaction smoldering in those golden eyes as he wrecked me completely.
"Hermosa. You're fucking perfect."
He worked me through it, fingers gentling as aftershocks rolled through me. When I finally collapsed back, trembling and gasping, he brought his fingers to his mouth.
My eyes widened as he sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact.
"So sweet for me." He pressed a kiss to my hip bone. "I could taste you for hours."
I was still catching my breath, mind blank, when I felt him hard against my thigh. I reached down, palming him through his pants, and he hissed.
"Let me." My voice came out husky, destroyed.
"Not yet." He caught my wrist, brought it to his lips. "Tonight was about reminding you who you belong to."
"I know who I belong to."
"Do you?" His eyes searched mine. "Because earlier you lied to me about where you were. And I don't like lies, Camila."