Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“But what if she walks in?”
“Mm, wouldn’t that be interesting?”
She swatted at his arm. “No. It wouldn’t.”
He chuckled and sighed. “I suppose I can restrain my exhibitionism to a degree.”
She smirked and arched her brow. No matter what, Lucian would always push her sexual limits, but she loved that about him. Loved the way he pushed her to those freeing moments of surrender.
She squeaked in surprise as he suddenly stood and threw her over his shoulder. “Lucian!”
“Quiet.” Playfully, he swatted her ass. “You’ll attract the servants.”
Her gaze followed the shiny floor as he carried her through the foyer and into another part of the house. She recognized the Oriental carpet as the library’s. A door slammed and the room was suddenly bathed in light as the swish of the heavy blinds sounded. Lucian used his foot to maneuver the upholstered ottoman in front of the twelve-foot paned window.
He flipped her off his shoulder and before she could right her equilibrium, he was kissing her. Fingers roughly tugged at her clothes. She toed off her sneakers as he backed her to the ottoman.
“Sit.”
As her naked bottom fell onto the cushion, her back arched over the soft bench. Her legs were yanked wide and his mouth fastened on her sex, his touch dark and intense. He fucked her with his tongue and fingers until she was a puddle of wonton cries, begging to come.
Finally, using his thumbs, he spread her folds, licked deep inside her sex and used his fingers to stimulate her clit. She came in a rush, and his mouth lapped up every bit of her excitement.
Her eyes, which had been wedged shut, snapped open as he pulled her off the ottoman. Turning her toward him, he bent her over the cushion belly-first. She simply pressed her cheek into the cool upholstery, catching her breath as she waited.
Lucian stripped, tossing his clothing to the floor. His bare foot pressed into the ottoman and his hand gathered her hair from her face, lifting her gaze to him. His other hand fisted his hard cock.
Knowing what he wanted, she opened. He thrust between her lips all the way to the back of her throat. Standing, as though lunging with one leg lifted, he fucked her mouth hard. She gripped the edge of the ottoman and took great pleasure in every moan and grunt that passed his lips.
He suddenly withdrew his cock. She wasn’t finished with him, but he had other plans. Hands grabbed her limbs and maneuvered her body. She was turned, back again arched over the ottoman, hair spilling to the floor, legs sprawled over the edge. Lucian lifted her ankles to his shoulders and she formed a bridge, palms pressing into the carpet beside her head for support.
His cock filled her in one quick, hard thrust. Her body curved, her backside lifting off the bolster as he held her ankles wide. The angle had him slamming into her G-spot with each thrust. Half-spoken prayers and curses left her mouth with each panted breath. Gibberish slipped past her lips without thought, until she simply shouted, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” and came harder than she might have ever come in her life.
Chapter 13
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The week passed entirely too quickly. By their second day, Lucian gave the servants some much-needed time off so that the two of them could be more at ease at the estate. Having always grown up with servants, their presence didn’t affect him the way it affected Evelyn. Used to living with a man who never stopped moving and whose presence was always requested, she found a much-appreciated silence to their days, filled with tender glances, affectionate touches, and long afternoons of making love.
The mornings were chilly, but the days were growing warmer. They had taken to spending the afternoons out back looking over the vista.
Lucian tried to educate her on the various types of wine, but she wasn’t impressed. All wine tasted like fruit and dried-up flowers to her palate. She wasn’t very sophisticated when it came to her palate. Food quieted hunger and drink quenched thirst. Intoxication, she discovered, was just fun. She always tended to enjoy most the bottles he had her sample last, because by that time she was drunk.
Evelyn giggled as Lucian traced a cut strawberry over her mouth. His lips curled gently as he leaned in to lick away the berry-flavored juice. “Mm, you are delicious, Ms. Keats.”
Head resting on his broad shoulder, she lowered her lashes and let her mind fly away, drunk on berries, wine, and all things Lucian. “Why, thank you, Mr. Patras.”
His fingers played at the hem of her linen dress, tickling her knee with each pass. He audibly breathed in the fresh spring air. “Can you smell that? The lilacs are blooming.”
Her lashes fluttered as she looked around for the flowers he was referring to. “Where are lilacs?”