answer me, little one,” Lucas reminded her. “Who does all this belong to?” he asked as his hands moved to cup first her bottom and then moved between their bodies where his palms skimmed across the area between her legs, then moved to cup her breasts, thumbs raking across hardened nipples before his hands cupped the scarlet cheeks of her face, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his eyes. Lucy gasped at the stark, raw passion she saw swirling in their dark blue depths. She felt as if could devour her with them and she was beyond ready to offer herself as his virginal sacrifice.
“I belong to you,” she whispered. “You own all of me.” Lucas nodded and bent to take her mouth. Lucy’s arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her. He was staking a claim that no other person would ever be able to break. His kiss seared her soul. Her blood seemed to boil with a heat that spread into every cell of her body. Her breasts felt heavy and ached for his hands to hold them. Her nipples were so tightly furled that they hurt. Her sex was beyond damp, the lips covered with her dew, the small hidden bud twitching and making itself known as it swelled inside its tiny hood. Even the globes of her bottom began to ache. The remaining weals from Mrs. Bremmer’s tawsing began to itch and burn as if aching for someone to stroke and soothe them. She could feel the ghost of his fingertip where it had pressed her so intimately. Lucy’s whimper of pure need against Lucas’ mouth was answered with a harder press of his lips as well as the thrust of his hips against her abdomen, the cock beneath cloth feeling like a rod of steel.
Lucas bent only slightly and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She whimpered when he released her, and she found herself kneeling on the bed, her face flushed, her lips parted and burning, her arms lifting as if begging to be taken into his arms again. Lucas ran his fingers through her hair. She gasped as he wrapped his fingers in her tresses, pulling her head back as he bent to ravish her mouth.
“Lift your arms,” he said as he released her mouth. It took her a moment to focus on his words, her entire body throbbing, her lips still parted and swollen from his kiss. Lucas looked down at her, “Kitten, lift your arms,” he repeated softly, his hands moving to gently caress her bare arms.
She slowly obeyed, her pale arms rising above her head. Lucas gathered the thin fabric of her gown in his hands and drew it slowly up her body, exposing her inch by inch until she was panting for breath. She moaned when he drew the gown over her head and tossed it aside. He’d seen her naked earlier that day but this… this wasn’t the same. This was so totally different. Her body was trembling as she reached to her breasts that no longer felt like her own.
“No,” Lucas said.
Lucy was about to tell him she wasn’t trying to cover them, wanted to explain that they felt heavy and aching as if demanding to be supported when he seemed to read her mind. Gently pushing her arms down, he cupped each globe in his hands. Lucy’s head fell back, her moan of need causing his fingers to tighten. He thumbed her nipples again before brushing her hair aside and bending to place a kiss on each puckered tip. Sparks of pure, unadulterated lust swept her into a world of passion. Lucy whimpered, her hands going to his bent head, her fingers now gripping his own tresses. Lucas growled as he drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard, pressing it up against the roof of his mouth as his tongue tasted her for the first time.
“Lucas,” she whimpered, needing something more, something her body was preparing her for, as she felt her thighs growing wet from her need. Lucas released her breast. He smiled down at her, his eyes raking up and down her body. He took in her breasts, the nipples puckered and taut, both glistening from where he had suckled. His eyes continued down her body to land on her now-bare mons. His groan made her feel as beautiful as he’d said she was. The sight of his