The rain had eased off sometime earlier, but neither of them had noticed. The room was thick with heat and the sound of their breathing.
Bella lay on her back, legs parted, the pale silk of her pants clinging softly to her skin. Lucian knelt between her thighs, dragging the swollen tip of his c**k slowly along the damp fabric, tracing the outline of her folds with deliberate pressure.
She shivered hard, hips twitching upward on instinct.
“I want to hear you,” he said, roughly. “Moan for me. Don’t hold anything back. Scream my name. Right now I’m going to make you feel every damn thing I’ve been holding in.”
He decapped the bottle of oil on the and poured it over the silk. It soaked through the thin material, mixing with the slickness already gathering between her legs.
Lucian pressed
