Chapter Thirty-Five

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

T onight, Gemma didn’t even question it. The nerves were gone. The doubt was gone. She only knew she wanted him. The moment Lucian came through the adjoining door wearing those revealing breeches slung low around his hips, she rushed into his arms and kissed him.

Without saying a word, he turned her toward the door and pushed her against it, his mouth ravaging hers. He leaned down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, easily lifting her. Then he shifted himself, pushed down his breeches, and let her slide onto his hot shaft.

“Oh, God,” she breathed. She braced both hands atop his wide shoulders as he lifted her hips again and guided her down over and over. His eyes were closed, and a pained expression made his features hard. Gemma looked her fill at his sculpted chest, his rigid muscles. She ran her fingers over him, memorizing his muscles. She pressed her face into his neck and breathed in his now-familiar scent.

He pumped into her again and again. But then he stopped, and she cried against his throat. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

“I want to make it good for you.”

Oh, God. Didn’t he know it was already good for her?

He carried her over to the bed and laid her upon it before pulling off her shift and his breeches and tossing them both to the floor. He began a slow descent down her nude body, kissing her cheek, her chin, her jaw, her neck. He lingered, dipping his tongue into the hollow of her collarbone. Then he moved down to cup both of her breasts in his large hands. “You’re so beautiful, Gemma.”

She tried to reach for him, to pull him atop her—she wanted him, now —but he leaned down, his hot mouth finding one nipple and sucking it until she moaned and writhed beneath him, arching her back to move her breast into closer contact with his mouth. How did he know how to do that with his lips? His teeth?

He plucked at her nipple with his tongue, circling, biting, and drawing up the tight bud until he nipped the tip of it, which sent a jolt of pleasure directly between her legs. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and gave it the same tender care. By the time he was through, Gemma was mindless. Mindless and wet and wanting. She grabbed at his hips, but he moved them away.

Instead, he lowered his torso between her legs. He caught her thighs and slowly pulled them apart, leaving her open to him. Gemma gasped and then held her breath. Oh, God. He was going to kiss her there . What?—?

When his tongue dipped between her folds to find the nub of pleasure centered there, Gemma arched her back and cried, “Lucian.” Her hands moved down to tangle in his soft hair. “Please,” she begged. Though she didn’t exactly know what she was begging for.

But Lucian did. He licked her in circles until her hips were thrusting of their own accord. Then he traced a hand up her inner thigh and slid one finger inside her, pressing against that spot along the front of her inner wall that sent her hurtling over the edge of oblivion in seconds.

After her body stopped shaking and her limbs no longer felt liquid, Gemma lowered her gaze to see Lucian still propped between her legs, a smug smile on his face. He was obviously proud of himself. She longed to replace that smile with pleasure-pain, the same intense look of desire she’d seen in his tight jaw last night just before he’d taken his pleasure.

She planned to torture him.

Pushing herself up to her knees, she pointed at the mattress. “Lie down,” she demanded.

Lucian’s brows shot up, but he did as he was told. He easily flipped onto his back and laid there while Gemma moved around his body and straddled him. He would have liked nothing more than to pick her up and drop her on his throbbing cock, but apparently she had other plans.

Slowly, so damn slowly, she did to him what he’d done to her. She started at his neck, dropping kisses upon his shoulders, his jaw, his collarbone. Then she licked his nipples and nipped at them. When she went even lower and drew her tongue down his belly, Lucian thought he would go up in flames. The closer her tantalizing mouth got to his cock, the more his hips jolted. She moved lower, lower, until…

“Tell me what to do,” she said in a throaty voice. “To make you feel good.”

Fuck . He couldn’t tell his wife such a dirty thing. Could he? Honestly, he’d never contemplated doing such things with a wife . He’d been raised to believe wives were to be swived in the dark with a few thrusts until heirs were begotten. But Gemma hadn’t allowed any of that. From the first moment he’d touched her, it was as if her body came alive under his fingers. She’d already been far more exciting in bed than he’d ever expected or hoped for. And all he wanted was more.

“Tell me,” she demanded. She’d already figured out enough to wrap her hand around his cock and squeeze. A jolt of desire shot through him. He was going to die. It was that simple.

“Should I kiss you?” she said, lowering her mouth to his tip and kissing it.

He groaned, his hands grasping the bedsheets on either side of his hips.

“What if I lick you?” she asked next, her voice breathy and hot against him.

Her tongue slowly lapped at the crest of his cock. Lucian clenched his jaw so hard he saw stars. “No,” he begged.

Her brows shot up. “No, you don’t want me to?”

“Oh, I want you to.” His own voice was husky.

She licked him again and he groaned.

“Then no, what?” she repeated.

“No, you shouldn’t…” His breath was coming out in desperate pants.

“Who says I shouldn’t? What rule book is there for such things?”

“ Fuck . Gemma, please.”

“Please, Gemma, what? Do it again?” She lowered her mouth and licked his tip.

His hips bucked.

“If you tell me what to do, it will feel even better,” she whispered, sliding her tongue up and down his length.

That was it. She’d convinced him.

“Suck me,” he demanded.

A wide, victorious smile spread over her face. She quickly moved her mouth over him and lowered her lips until he was halfway to the back of her throat. She sucked his length, moving her head up and down until she nearly swallowed him.

Fuuuuck . How had the woman learned so quickly? She was doing far too good a job of it. His hands clenched the sheets so hard his knuckles cracked. He was going to come in her lovely, hot mouth if she didn’t stop.

And then she did the most unexpectedly sexy thing in the world. She took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. “Show me,” she whispered, her lips hovering over his cock. “Guide me.”

Lucian didn’t need further encouragement. He fisted his hand in her luxurious dark hair and guided her sweet mouth down the length of his throbbing cock. Then he gently tugged her back up again. He wanted to ask her if it she was all right, but the enraptured look on her face told him she was enjoying it, and he was too far gone to stop. He guided her again and again up and down the length of him, driving himself mad with want until he could take no more. He finally pulled her away, flipped her easily onto her back, and slid all the way inside of her in one sure thrust. She was so wet and hot. It was an easy slide.

“Lucian,” she cried into his ear, making him even harder. He hadn’t thought it was possible. But he was quickly learning that with Gemma, anything was possible.

He threaded his fingers through hers just as he’d done last night. He couldn’t get close enough to her in this moment. He wanted his body to meld into hers. He pushed himself up on his elbows and stared deep into her fathomless eyes while he thrust into her again and again, watching the pleasure play across her face.

Finally, he pumped into her one last time, fiercely growling her name. And when he was finished, he fell to a heap beside her, certain that he’d just had the most fulfilling sexual experience of his entire life.

With his wife.