teeth bit down on the muscle of his calf. He twitched and pinched her ass, jarring her enough to loosen her jaw. She giggled and rested her dewy cheek on his leg. Spent.
The room echoed with their labored breaths, and somehow Lucian managed to untangle their limbs.
When he withdrew from her sex, as always, the unwelcome emptiness that followed provoked a little
whimper. Strong arms pulled her to his chest and slid the covers up to their shoulders as he eased their heads onto the pillows.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. His lips pressed into hers, hard. The kiss was packed with direct
admiration.
She softened and he followed suit. Her fingers threaded through his silky black hair, and she tugged.
“So are you.”
They settled in, hips nestled within hips, ass to groin. His arm coiled around her, and his hand found
a home possessively over her breast. A kiss to her shoulder, and then they rested, replete, well loved, and blissfully content.
***
Evelyn stretched her sore muscles, basking in the gentle afterburn of great sex, as the hot, pounding
water soothed her body. Slippery suds traveled over her skin, detouring in the gully of her breasts,
gliding over her hips and down to her toes, swirling away at the drain on the marble floor.
Her fingers shampooed her long hair. She never grew tired of the ritual, too familiar with the notion
of having to go without. Turning her face toward the spray, she closed her lips and let the suds rinse
away. How glorious it was to be clean.
Lost in a whirlwind of visions from the night before and cozy in a feeling of contentment, she
jumped when Lucian’s body stepped into the shower behind her. His arms snaked around her belly and
the long length of his arousal settled in the crease of her ass as he bent to kiss her shoulder. She smiled and leaned into him.
“I thought you had work to do,” she said, suggestively wiggling her ass.
“I do, but I kept picturing your mouth, and then my cock got hard, and then I heard the water and
knew you were naked and you can guess where my mind went next.” He caressed her hip, running his
knuckles through the damp curls at her apex. “We need to get you waxed again.”
“You say that so easily, but no one’s pouring hot wax over your manly bits and ripping it off.”
He chuckled and bit her shoulder. “Thank God for that. Wax can be fun though. Maybe that’s
something we should look into.”
“No, I think I’m set. Those torture artists you employ at the salon downstairs kick my ass enough.”
His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple. “Are you telling me no?”
The ache at the tip of her breast spread into heady need. Breath catching, she remembered their
agreement. “No. I suppose it’s your decision.”
He flexed his hips and growled. “Correct. Do you know what I want right now?”
His fingers continued to toy with her nipples. Her head rolled back on his chest. “What?”
“I want to see your pretty mouth stretched over my cock.”
Her pussy clenched and she turned into him. Her mouth licked at the drops of water, and the flat of
her tongue dragged over his dark nipple. Fingers tightened at the back of her head in the tangled, wet
mop of her hair, the grip of his hold urging her down.
She lowered to her knees, the unforgiving tile slick beneath her weight. His fist released her hair
and she looked up at him, awaiting his command, hands folded delicately over her thighs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he rasped, dragging a finger around her ear and down her jaw.
She wasn’t beautiful. She was too thin. Her eyes were too gray. And her skin was too pale. But he
made her feel like a work of priceless art. Blinking slowly under the soft spray of water misting over
his broad shoulders, she preened at the compliment. “Thank you.”
“I love seeing you like this, on your knees for my pleasure.”
Oddly, she loved being that way for him. His thumb rubbed over her mouth, pressing softly into the
plump swell of her lower lip. He widened his stance and stepped closer, bracing his weight in a way
that made the thickly corded muscles of his legs flex.
She opened and he breached her lips, sliding his thick cock to the back of her throat. Her satisfied
moan mimicked his. Brushing the damp hair out of her eyes, he stared down at her. His erection
pressed and withdrew, slow at first, but building momentum with each thrust.
She rose up on her knees, lifting her weight off her heels and gripped the root of his cock. He
stilled. “Hands behind your back.”
Blinking up at him, she did as he said. His fingers wound her hair like long lengths of ribbon, fisting it tight at the back of her head. He was in control, and she melted at the sensation. Although he kept a strong hold on her, he wasn’t rough. He never went too deep or too fast. He merely directed their