"You have the most beautiful body, Plaything." Lucien's voice was a deep purr. As he lifted my breasts. Testing their weight and molding their shape.

Despite myself, I felt my body dampening along his legs.

But I also felt the responding hardness growing between my thighs and beginning to part my lips as it stretched up toward his pelvis.

He wants me as badly. I was starting to understand what that meant. I grabbed his wrists to still him. Because the sensation of cool satin blinding me, and his relentless touch was making me feel breathless.

"No." His voice stopped me. "Keep them at your sides for now."

Swallowing I dropped my fists next to my hips and let him touch me.

"Good girl," He encouraged. "Don't fight me. Let me offer you pleasure."

***

What does that mean? His fist suddenly winding in my hair at the back of my head made me gasp. Heart racing. As he pulled my hair back it made me press harder down on his groin and my breasts upthrust.

I drew an unsteady breath.

Then there was moist heat at my neck, massaging. And it took me a moment to realize it was his mouth moving down the side of my throat.

I was breathing shakily. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Everything..."

His teeth brushed my collarbone and he nipped me slightly. Palming my breasts and rolling the soft flesh. "You're making me hard."

"Lucien." I murmured in panic. Hating that he was making my body melt. Trying to remember that I shouldn't want him. That he was my enemy.

"Yes, Plaything?"

"Please..."

"Please, what?"

"Please...don't..." I begged.

"Don't what? Make you want me to drive into you? Not a chance."

I whimpered.

Catching my lower back, he twisted me under him along the bed in one smooth motion.

Suddenly I could feel every inch of his hot smooth body. His hard chest pressed too mine. His hair dusted thighs easing mine apart. I'd flailed my hands as he rolled me and now, he lifted them above my head and linked my hands. Sliding his down my wrists and arms.

Not tying me. Not pinning me.

Just showing me what he wants. I was breathing raggedly. Feeling the rise and fall of my breasts. Realizing that I could feel the weight of his rod sliding between my lower lips. He was lightly thrusting between my thighs as his arousal grew.

His body drug down mine and he palmed the inside of both my thighs to push them open.

"What are you going to do?" I asked fearfully. Feeling his hot flesh between my legs and realizing it was his shoulders. He blew a breath against my throbbing lower lips.

I yelped like he'd just hit me with a scalding torch. My back arching.

"Mmm. Yes..." Then his tongue delved into me.

Without meaning to I was writhing up the bed. My hands had come down to grip the sheets.

He pursued me on his knees. Driving his mouth further into the heat of my core. Licking and pressing my lips apart with his chin and nose to fuck me wildly with his tongue.

"Lucien!" I squealed. Registering I was pinned with my back to the wall in the corner.

"More." He growled. Licking me deeper. His fingers dug into my hips and yanked me down the bed. Firmly planting me back onto my back. "Stay."