Until the Sun Falls from the Sky (49 page)

He allowed this, why, I didn’t know. He just laid there looking up at me, his eyes alert but not angry, his hand now caught in the crease of my leg, his other hand coming to rest on my other thigh.

I stared down at him thinking one thing.

I needed to change clothes. Like,
now
.

“There’s something I forgot,” I muttered.

“Leah –”

I prepared to move and while I took the nanosecond to do this both his hands settled firmly on my hips.

“Leah, you aren’t going anywhere.”

I was mentally inventorying my lingerie drawer (he’d filled it full himself, he had to like
those
things, he bought them!), when I replied, “This won’t take a second.”

His hands tensed, his face gentled, his eyes grew warm just as his voice dipped low, a killer combination. “Sweetling, there’s nothing on this planet you have to worry about right now.”

“Lucien –”

His hands slid up my sides at the same time putting on pressure to pull me toward him.

“Just relax,” he muttered.

My mind searched wildly for ways to delay.

“Can I…?” I muttered, coming up with nothing as his face got closer. “Can I…?” I repeated stupidly. Then it came to me. “Will you let me… explore?” I whispered.

The pressure stopped.

Thank
God
.

His hands drifted down my sides, my waist, my hips to come to rest on the tops of my thighs.

“By all means,” he murmured, my heart skipped, his eyes had gone hooded and now I was really in trouble.

Since I’d been really in trouble before like, lots, as usual, I just winged it.

And, anyway, his chest was right there. And I’d never really touched him before. He touched me but I’d never got the chance to have a go at him.

I took my chance.

I lifted up to straddling again and, using my fingertips, I explored. Drifting softly as my eyes followed my movements, I touched all the planes and angles of his chest, his abdomen, brushing my fingers across the top of the bedclothes under his navel.

I discovered he felt good. His skin was soft, his muscles hard. The angles fascinated me. The planes fascinated me more. I lost myself so much, it came as a surprise when he took in a sharp breath and his fingers tensed on my thighs as I ran the pad of my thumb across his nipple.

My eyes flew to his and his were intense, so intense they were blazing.

For the first time since I met him, I felt power.

And I liked it.

I liked it so much, I couldn’t stop my smile.

Totally forgetting my lingerie, I bent at the waist. I followed the trail my fingertips had made, this time with my mouth, often my tongue, tasting him.

His skin tasted just as delicious as his kisses.

My lips slid across his nipple then my tongue did the same then I swept the front edge of my teeth against it.

Suddenly, he knifed to sitting, his hands no longer at my thighs, they were yanking at the belt of my robe.

“I’m not done exploring,” I protested.

Looking in my eyes, he tugged the robe off my shoulders and tossed it aside. Then his hand fisted in my hair and he steered my mouth to his.

“You can explore all you want when we’re both naked.” His voice was a low, sexy rumble.

I had no chance to speak further. He kissed me, hungry, even needy, and demanding. So demanding it rocked me, my arms circled him for I had no choice but to hold on.

I was dazed, trembling and feeling ripples
everywhere
when his mouth tore from mine, he leaned a bit back, his hands at my camisole and he stilled.

Then, eyes on my middle, in what could only be described as a raw groan, he growled, “Jesus Leah.”

“What?” I breathed then I remembered and I stilled too.

Damn!

He didn’t like my naughty-girl undies.

His hand went into my hair, twisting and fisting and he used it to bring my face close to his.

His eyes were burning.

I quit breathing.

Then he ground out, “Leave it to you to wear something I want to fuck you in when I’ve been fantasizing for twenty years of fucking you wearing nothing at all.”

Okay, maybe I was wrong. One could say he liked the lingerie.

Good to know.

“Is this our only shot?” I asked, still dazed and now slightly confused.

“Pardon?”

“Are we only having sex once?”

“Fuck no,” he clipped.

“Then can’t you do both… eventually?”

I’d barely uttered the “ly” in “eventually” when I was flying through the air, landing on my back.

Before his mouth took mine in another hungry, demanding kiss, I guessed I had my answer.

I learned very quickly that Lucien hadn’t only used his eight hundred plus years on this earth to become a master with his hands and mouth.

Lucien had used those years to become a master at
everything
.

He also used the lingerie to his advantage. His mouth did the same on me as mine did on him but trailing the edge of the camisole at my breasts, pushing the blousing up and gliding his lips and tongue across my midriff and belly, tracing the edge of my panties then up. Over the frills, I felt his tongue dart aggressively against my rock hard nipple then again and again before he sucked it into his mouth over the fabric.

When he did, it felt so freaking fantastic, I moaned for a very long time.

Not done, he tugged the fabric down so it dragged across my sensitive nipple in a sexy way that made me whimper before his mouth locked on my nipple and he drew it in sharply.

Vampires understood suction like no one else. It was sheer ecstasy.

After a while, he did this to the other nipple too.

I was paying attention, of course,
lots
of attention.

But I was also busy moaning and writhing and gripping his hair to hold him to me. I was so turned on I thought I’d have an orgasm just by what he did to my nipples.

But I wanted more.

I pushed off on a foot, rolling him to his back.

He let me do this, his arms sliding around me, crushing me to him for another wet, hot, demanding kiss.

“My turn,” I whispered against his lips when he ended the kiss.

Before he could say a word, my lips went down his throat, down his chest and down his stomach, pushing the bedclothes lower and exposing him.

He was thick, rock hard and looked utterly delectable.

I could not
wait
to explore.

I wrapped my hand around him, thrilling when I heard him suck in a sharp breath.

I no sooner twirled the tip of him with my tongue when he bent double. He wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked my body around so I was facing his lap but my knees were in the bed beside his shoulder as he lay back.

I looked at him in question and his eyes were on me.

“Enjoy, pet,” he murmured his encouragement, his voice resonating deep and I didn’t know how long my shot would last so I didn’t hesitate further.

I enjoyed.

A couple minutes into my enjoyment, his hand went between my legs, stroking my inner thighs, gliding along the edges of my naughty-girl panties between my legs and over the swells of my bottom, his touch whisper soft.

This felt really,
really
nice. So nice, I slid my legs wider to give him better access.

And so nice I wanted to give Lucien something really nice too.

I stopped licking and stroking and slid the tip of him between my lips. When I did, his hand moved, delving into my panties, filling me with his finger just as his hips bucked, filling my mouth with him.

It was divine. He tasted good there too.

Luscious.

I groaned and immediately got greedy.

He pulled my undies down to my thighs and he played with me while his hips jerked into my mouth as deep as he could go.

It was unbelievably hot. Too hot.

I lost my concentration and drew back, wrapping a fist around him, thumb absently circling the tip. I arched my back which pressed my chest into his belly and threw my head back, my hair flying over my shoulders and drifting across his abs.

All I could do was focus on what was happening between my legs.

And what was happening between my legs was the makings of an orgasm so cataclysmic, I wasn’t certain I would survive it.

Whimpers of pleasure sounding from low in my throat, I spread my legs further, ground my hips into his hand and regardless of my uncertain survival, I sought more.

His fingers stopped swirling and thrusting and disappeared. Before I could react to this sudden loss, he swept an arm behind my knees and I was on my back, my panties were gone, his hips were between my thighs and his weight was pinning me to the bed.

I felt the tip of him enter me.

“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around him.

I closed my eyes, so freaking ready, I would have begged him without hesitation.

His hands came down the backs of my thighs, he pulled them up at the knees and slid in a centimeter deeper.

I arched my neck.

“Look at me, sweetling.” His voice was a deep, aroused rumble that moved across my skin like a touch.

It took some effort but I looked at him.

I thought I knew what he wanted and immediately I whispered, “Please, Lucien.”

His eyes went dark, his face got close and he framed mine with his big hands.

“That’s beautiful, Leah, but I don’t want you to beg.”

My body moving on its own, desperate for release, desperate for
him
, I pressed my hips into his but he withheld.

“Leah,” he gritted between his teeth, clearly seeking control, “before the joining, you need to answer one question.”

I nodded, too far gone to do much else.

His lips came to mine, his eyes still open, in his rumbly voice that now seemed even more intense, he asked, “Are you mine?”

My body stilled.

This was it. I had to make a choice and once I did there was no going back.

The answer came to me, the only one there was.

My arms held on tight just as my legs circled his hips and did the same.

“If you give me you, Lucien, then I promise, I’ll give you me.”

I watched close up as his eyes flashed.

Then he drove in deep.

I arched my neck in pleasure and cried out as it mingled with a hint of pain.

Seated to the hilt, he filled me completely. He was so big, I had no idea how I accommodated him. It didn’t matter. It was so beautiful to be joined to him, connected to him, filled by him, I welcomed the pain.

“You have me, Leah,” he murmured in my ear and he was
not
wrong. I had him,
all
of him or, likely, all that I ever was really going to get.

I knew this and at that moment I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Because all of Lucien, what filled me, what pinned me to the bed and everything else that he’d gifted me with this past month was far, far more than I’d ever had from anyone else.

I twisted my head to look at him, my arms and legs tightened and I whispered, “Then I’m yours, Lucien.”

At my words, his mouth took mine in a hungry, dueling kiss and he started moving.

It was gorgeous.

While driving deep, his thrusts opening me, widening me, filling me full again and again and again and again, the pressure built, excruciating and fantastic.

Cataclysmic
was
the word for it. I was rocking underneath him, lifting my knees, giving him more, taking more from him, insatiable, the pressure building, becoming unbearable, ripping through me.

His lips released mine, his hand went into my hair, tugging my head back.

Then his mouth went to my neck and I felt his tongue. Then I felt him feeding. I felt my blood flow into his mouth, pouring out with each deep, savage thrust. Once, twice, three times, four.

Then suddenly I hit paradise and came. And I came hard, wrapping him as tight as I could in my convulsing limbs and forgetting everything but Lucien, his heavy body, his scent, the feel of him, his mouth at my neck, my blood nourishing him while I felt him plunging deep inside.

There had never been better and there never would be. Maybe not only in my life but in the history of Buchanans.

I was sliding down the wave, my body still jolted by his thrusts, small, contented whimpers escaping my lips when his tongue swept my neck, his mouth claimed mine and his tongue drove inside so I could taste myself on him. The taste of me on his tongue enhanced the intimacy in an unexplainably profound way that shattered my soul.

Then he slammed inside me until he was seated full to the root and I felt his body spasm powerfully, shaking me with him as his deep groan filled my mouth. His orgasm, and the depth of it, caused a sense of triumphant elation so powerful, it felt like it shredded me straight through to my core.