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From Soul Mates: Deceptions... * * * Lucien's
tactical vest dropped to the floor with a dull thud and his shirt followed. He rolled his
shoulders to stretch and the light of the fire flickered along that pale skin. My breath
caught in my throat. I needed skin. Needed him naked so that there was nothing at all
between us. I crossed the room and dropped the pillows haphazardly in favor of filling my
hands with Lucien instead. I moved to stand behind him, arms sliding around his waist,
fingers dropping to find the enclosure of his pants. He
sucked in a quick, harsh breath as I pushed his pants down those lean hips. The leather
was tight at the thighs, as always, but with his help, the pants pooled at his ankles. He
leaned back against me for support and kicked off his boots and the pants. When I
had him naked, I stepped in close and placed a kiss at the back of his neck. He shuddered
and groaned as I kissed my way down the entire length of his spine. I turned him around,
found that sensitive spot a few inches above his dick, and began kissing my way back up. Hands
landed gently on my head as I tongued the barbell in his navel. By the time I reached his
chest and his right nipple, he was panting and my silk pajama pants were damp in the
front. I moved to his left nipple and set my teeth around it and the ring. Fingers formed
fists in my hair. "Peter…" As much
as I wanted to sink my teeth into him, to get a taste of him, I didn't. Without the
benefit of fangs, I knew it'd hurt more than it would turn him on. Instead, I licked at
him, sucked that nipple and ring hard enough to draw the blood to that one perfect spot. I
teased that darkened nipple with the tip of my tongue and licked up his chest to his
throat. He still
smelled like Lucien. Like leather and that spicy soap that he imported from
God-only-knew-where. I smiled against his throat. "Love the way you smell." "And
how do I taste?" His words vibrated against my lips. I licked
at his throat, slowly moving toward the side of his neck. "Mmm… little salty,
little coppery, a little spicy, but not like the soap. Clove, maybe. But then
again…" He
cupped the back of my neck and brought my face even with his. He studied me for the
longest time, eyes just dancing, before he leaned in and kissed my forehead, down my nose.
By the time he reached my lips, I was kissing him back. Tender, sweet, gentle. All of that
had been missing for the past few months. It had been fuck, fuck, and fuck harder
ninety-nine percent of the time. Lucien's
hands slid inside the back of my pants—that I hadn't realized I was still
wearing—pulling me against him. He was hard, his long, thick shaft pressed tight
against my belly. Two fingers pressed at my hole and my entire body went tight. "Let
me in." "No…
gotta lose the pants first." Lucien
laughed and began pushing my pants down my hips. I stepped out of them and Lucien went to
pull me close, but I ducked out of his reach and went to my knees. I moved onto the
blanket and stretched out on my back, grinning up at him. "Come
down here, lover." He sank
down between my legs, the weight of his body and the feel of his naked flesh a welcome
sensation. For a moment, he just stared down at me, his pale blue gaze fixed on mine. I
reached up and cupped my palm over his cheek, thumb brushing his lips. His lips parted and
I pushed my thumb into his mouth. He tongued it, teased it, and then sucked it into his
mouth, moving up and down as if it were my cock. I hooked
my thumb behind his teeth and pulled him down for a kiss. He moaned as my wet thumb grazed
his nipple, hips beginning to rock just a little. My mouth opened in invitation, but
instead of kissing me, he began nibbling at my lips. I chuckled and poked him in the ribs.
"Kiss
me, damn it." He
squirmed and licked my chin. "Don't start that." I poked
him again, curling my fingers into his ribs. "Don't be a tease." "Oh,
no, not a tease." He placed a kiss at the corner of my mouth. "I have every
intention of following through—over and over again."
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