Page 33 of Silver Fox's Christmas Scandal
He leaned over me, kissing down my stomach, his mouth finding the sensitive skin just above the lace edge of my panties. My hips lifted without my permission, a plea my body made before I could speak.
He slipped them off, dragging the fabric slowly over my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine. Then his mouth was on me, and the world narrowed to nothing but sensation.
My fingers tangled in his silver hair as his tongue worked into me. The firelight danced across his shoulders, his hands pinning my thighs apart while he drove me higher.
“Lucian,” I gasped, unable to hold back. My body tightened, every nerve alive as he built me higher, drawing out the moment until the release finally broke through me.
Waves of heat tore through my body, tightening every muscle until I came loose in a shattering orgasm.
My thighs clenched around his face, my cry spilling into the room as tremors shook me, rolling in wave after wave until I was left shaking beneath him.
He didn’t stop. His tongue coaxed me through it, until I thought I might collapse from the intensity. When his mouth finally left me, I was panting, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
He rose over me again, pressing a kiss to my lips so I could taste myself there while he unfastened his pants.
I watched him as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a condom. The foil packet crinkled as he tore it open, rolling the condom on his girth and seating it.
I felt a strange relief knowing even in this intensity, he thought of protection.
His weight settled against me, his length nudging at my entrance. He kissed me again, slower this time, and then pushed inside. The stretch drew a gasp from me, my nails digging lightly into his back.
He filled me completely, holding still for a moment, forehead resting against mine.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice strained.
I tightened around him instinctively, and the sound he made in response thrilled me.
He shifted us suddenly, rolling so he was on his back and pulling me back on top of him. The change left me gasping, my palms braced against his chest as I settled onto him again. He filled me even deeper from this angle, and I rocked against him and moaned
His hands gripped my hips, guiding my rhythm as I rode him. Every movement sent fire through me, sparks bursting behind my eyes as I rose and fell.
He watched me with intensity, gray eyes fixed on mine, his chest heaving under my touch.
Then one of his hands slid lower, trailing back until his finger pressed firmly between my cheeks. He circled the tight ring, spreading me open with gentle pressure before easing the tip inside.
The sensation was sharp and shocking, a forbidden invasion that made me stiffen and gasp while clawing his chest.
Heat and discomfort tangled as he pushed deeper, working me with slow, insistent strokes until I trembled above him, every nerve on edge.
"Lucian," I panted, grinding against him even as he thrust in and out of me at an opposite rhythm to his thrusting hips. "That’s bad."
His mouth curved in a dark smile. "I want to claim that hole one day," he growled as he pushed his finger as deep as it would go. "Every inch of you will be mine."
The words sent a fresh jolt through me, my body tightening around him as his thrusts met my movements.
My protests tangled with moans, every part of me strung tight between resistance and overwhelming need.
“Lucian,” I whispered, clutching his shoulders, “don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His pace quickened, each thrust angled to drag across every tender spot. My body arched with the rhythm, vision hazing as heat coiled low, pulling me closer to breaking again.
My body clenched around him again, the climax pulling me under a second time.
I collapsed on him and cried out against his neck as the orgasm tore through me. My walls convulsed around him in hard, pulsing waves, every squeeze dragging another cry from my throat.
My legs shook as heat ripped through my core, each spasm leaving me weaker until I was left gasping for air, clinging to him while the aftershocks continued to ripple through me.
When the aftershocks eased, his grip on my hips tightened and he drove up into me with urgent force, every thrust harder, rougher, building his own release.
