His lips twisted.
If he had to choose a word, it would be fuckable, and if only...
If only he was drunk enough to think that the change was because of him.
But since he wasn't...
Lucian turned towards Audra—-
What the fuck?
He found himself pushed back against the couch, Audra now straddling his lap, her hands flat against his chest, and her teeth sinking into her lower lip.
"This will probably come as a surprise," she said shyly, "but I think I've been in love with you for years."
Liar.
He wanted to snarl the word out at her, but if he did, that would give the whole thing away, and so instead Lucian found himself driving his fingers through her silken locks...
He heard her gasp, saw her eyes close for a moment as if she was savoring his touch, and pain gripped his chest.
Damn her.
She was so good...how the fuck had she gotten this good at making a man even as experienced as him believe that she meant what she said?
How the fuck could she have gotten this good...if not through experience as well?
His grip on her hair tightened, enough for her eyes to fly open. He waited for her to cry out in pain, to tell him that he was hurting her, but instead what he saw in her gaze made Lucian suck his breath.
She was excited.
And when her lips parted, and he heard her say his name yet again—-
"Lucian."
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It wasn't just excitement, after all. Instead, she was fucking hungry for him, hot and horny for him, and God help him, even as the need to punish her still consumed him—-
It was the same for him, dammit.
He hungered for her, too.
Was hot and horny for her.
And now, there was no need at all to hold back.AUDRA WAS LOST THE moment Lucian pulled her head down for a kiss. She had thought, for the briefest and most foolish of moments, that the kiss would be soft and gentle, like a prince kissing his princess, but the instance their lips touched, she realized two things.
Firstly: Lucian...was not the gentle type.
And secondly: she, as it turned out...rather enjoyed that he wasn't.
His grip on her hair, far from loosening when they kissed, only tightened even more, and the pressure, instead of frightening her off, actually made Audra feel more excited. More wanted. It thrilled her to know that the man whose sensuality he had always kept under a leash...it was now out in the open, and it was all for her.
Her!
And so when she felt his tongue spear past her lips, she didn't even think of denying him entrance. Her lips parted wider, and she could only gasp and grip his shoulders just as tightly as his tongue stroked and danced against hers.
She wished she could moan his name, wished she could tell him how much she loved the way he was kissing her, but how was she to even speak when she could barely breathe?
Lucian was just driving his tongue deeper into her, just deeper and deeper that she felt as if he had reached parts of her that he wasn't supposed to reach, and when his mouth lifted off hers for a second, she automatically gasped for breath—-
And then they were kissing again.
His mouth crushing hers, and his kiss...it was so, so wonderfully hard. There was just no other way to describe it except for that. Hard. He was kissing her in a way that made it impossible for Audra to breathe. To think. Impossible to do anything except surrender everything to him—-
A cry escaped her when he suddenly yanked her head back by her hair.
"I'm going to fuck you hard, Audra."
His voice was thick and hard, just like the thing that was now suddenly twitching powerfully against her belly.
"I'm going to mess you up."
And now, he was whispering the words straight into her ear.
"And you're going to love it."
A shudder rocked her body, and as she felt his grip on her hair loosen, Audra was able to look down—-
Their gazes met, and as she whispered, "Yes."
The word was barely out of her mouth when he jerked into his feet while flipping her around. She suddenly found herself kneeling on the couch, Lucian standing behind her as his hand went under her dress—-
Oh God!
She cried out at hearing him rip her panties off, and she cried out again when he pushed her forward, and she found herself bending over even more.
"Are you scared?"
Audra shook her head even as Lucian's rough growl made her shiver. "No." And it was true. Because while his roughness and forcefulness made her nervous...
She truly wasn't scared.
Just impossible for her to even pretend she was scared when—-
"You're wet."
She was that.
"Fuck."
And since he had yet to touch her—-
"You're dripping wet, dammit."
Audra's cheeks burned.
So that was how he knew.
Her wetness, dripping down her thighs—-