she kidding? It was very exciting, submitting to him. âI will.â
He smiled and leaned down, covering her mouth with his, his kiss tender and passionate at once. His hands caressed her naked skin from flank to waist, weaving a spell she never wanted to escape. He cupped her bottom, leaning farther down over her. He was so tall, but she liked the way she fit against him. She shivered when she felt his fingers stretching at the back of her trembling thighs, then between them . . . seeking. He made a sound of dissatisfaction when they came up short.
âYou are so tiny,â he murmured fondly, lifting her in his arms in one fluid movement. Her feet came off the floor. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped onto his shoulders.
He seized her mouth with his. She purred. Her legs curled tighter around his waist. Her entire awareness swam in the power of his kiss, of his touch, of hard, straining muscle. He held her steady with one arm. His free hand cupped an ass cheek, parting her.
He pushed just a fingertip into her pussy and groaned roughly.
âYouâre tight,â he muttered thickly, sounding a little crazed. He removed his finger. âAnd wet. God, youâre soaking. You enjoy being punished, donât you?â he said against her lips. She whimpered as he transferred some of the juices from her slit to her outer sex. His finger burrowed between her labia.
âAnswer me,â he said harshly.
âYes.â
He seized her mouth in another scorching kiss.
She cried out in stark arousal. Heâd been too tall to easily reach her pussy while they stood, but now he had her exactly where he wanted her. She was completely at his mercy, she realized, holding her nude body against him, her entire weight held suspended with one arm. He pillaged her mouth while he palmed her outer sex and stroked her clit with bulls-eye precision.
Not that she was protesting. She was about to ignite.
She bobbed her hips eagerly, increasing the pressure of his finger and kissing him back for all she was worth. Oh, this was delicious. The friction mounted as she bounced in his hold, riding his hand. Her clit simmered. She was going to explode into a million pieces.
Her rabid arousal was interrupted by a smacking sound and a burst of pain. Lucien had spanked her sore bottom. She cried out into his mouth. He sealed the kiss. She blinked, trying to bring him into focus. When she did, she saw his rigid features.
âYou do not ride me,â he said gently. âI ride you.â
â
Nobody
rides me.â
Lucienâs eyes flashed. She blushed when she realized what had burst out of her throat without thought.
âWe shall see about that. Now hold still while I watch you come,â he said through a tight jaw. She opened her mouth to soften her outburst, but then his long finger was sliding between very slick labia and he was rubbing her clit, giving her just what she needed.
She gasped as distilled, focused pleasure smacked into her awareness. Oh God . . . he was exceptionally good at what he was doing. Lucien watched her, his light eyes gleaming beneath heavy lids.
âLet go,
ma chère
. Submit to it,â he whispered hoarsely.
She couldnât escape it. It wasnât like she really had a choice other than to follow his command to the letter.
She clung onto him even as she let go, abandoning herself to pleasure . . . giving herself to Lucien.
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Part IV of WHEN IâM WITH YOU
WHEN IâM BAD
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