Lucian picked up the pace, his movements faster as he applied just the right amount of pressure. The effect was immediate. A sharp gasp tore from her lips, turning into a trembling moan that caught in the back of her throat. Her skin prickled with heat as his touch glided over her most sensitive flesh, dragging out sensations that felt too big for her body to hold.
Every nerve ending lit up like a thousand sparks dancing just beneath her skin. He watched her closely, intently, not for permission but for her reaction. She was setting fire to his bones with the subtle twitch of her hips, the way her lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks, the faintest tremble in her breath. It was as though her body was learning to speak a new language, and he was translating it with his touch.
Having decided he was not going to risk sex with her, he took his time instead to give her an experience of a lifetime, one she would not forget in a hurry. One she would always come back for.
