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    Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to Lucian, waiting for whatever he wanted next, for what new heights he would bring her to.   Never in her right mind would she have allowed a strange man into her home at night, not to mention into her bed. Yet, it seemed right to be with Lucian, almost as if it had been destined.
    He rose up and kneeled beside her as his eyes roamed her body. Her nipples puckered and hardened beneath his gaze. Her breasts grew heavy and full as if she waited anxiously for his touch.
    As if he knew exactly what she wanted, his hands cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Flames of desire lapped at her, pulling her already burning body beneath the blaze. His fingers squeezed her nipples until the pleasure blurred with pain and she felt moisture between her legs.
    And then his hands were gone. She opened her eyes to see him grip her chemise at the neck with both hands, then with one yank, ripped it in two.
    Now the only thing shielding her was her thick wool stockings.
    Lucian drew in a deep breath and gazed upon the perfection that was his mate. She was glorious. Her breasts were large, but not too full that they overfilled his hands. Her waist narrow, hips wide, and legs long and lean, just perfect to wrap around his waist as he thrust inside her.
    His body shook with the need to bury himself in her, and her response to his touch had nearly made him lose his control several times.  
    He reached for her leg and lifted it toward him and placed her heel on his shoulder. Then he rolled her woolen stocking from her leg. He threw the stocking over his shoulder and gently placed her leg on the bed before he repeated the process with her other leg.   He grinned as he saw his dagger strapped to her leg.   He kissed the inside of her thigh and removed the sheath that held the weapon and tossed it on the floor.
    Once she was completely exposed, he spread her legs and looked at her swollen and throbbing sex. He ran a finger lightly between the skin that joined her thigh and the black curls that hid her.  
    She sighed and opened herself further. Lucian grinned and repeated the gesture on the other side. Again and again his hands touched near her sex, but never on what ached the most. It didn’t take long in her already heightened state until she was thrashing her head side to side and moaning his name and begging for release.
    Lucian had her just where he wanted.
    He shifted his cock, which had grown painfully hard as he teased Isabelle. Then his finger lightly grazed her swollen clit. She cried out and gripped the blanket in her fists as her back arched. Lucian repeated the move, except this time he swirled his finger around the nub before dipping a finger into her wet sheath.
    It was pure torture, his control fast slipping away with each moan and cry from her lovely mouth.   She was all fire and passion, and he couldn’t wait to spend hours making love to her.  
    He took a pert nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue over the hardened peak. She groaned and ground her hips against his hand. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight sheath, her slick heat nearly his undoing.
    Isabelle knew she was going to split open at any moment. The sensations running rampant through her had her body spiraling into a frenzy of desire and passion. Each lick, touch, taste of Lucian had her panting for more. She never knew she could feel such emotion, and she never wanted it to stop.
    She loved the feel of his fingers inside her, but wanted more of him, all of him. Her breath locked in her throat when his hands found her breasts again. His expert fingers teased and pinched her aching nipples until she was mindless with yearning.  
    Then his hot tongue replaced his fingers. He began suckling and lapping at her nipples, bringing her to a point where she needed him - deep inside of her. When she opened her eyes and found him feasting on her breasts, her stomach clenched,