Page 48 of Pregnant With His Majesty's Heir

But at this minute that didn’t matter.

She stepped up and planted her palm on his shirt, pressing against the solid muscle that protected his drumming heart.

For a second he stood still, then he took her other hand and pressed her palm against him, right where the hard ridge of his erection tested the limit of his tailoring. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, waiting for her reaction.

Desire crested as she curled her hand against him. Aurélie’s inner muscles clenched and other muscles softened. Liquid heat spilled between her legs as her skin drew tight and her nipples puckered.

Lucien shuddered when she moved her hand against him. A pulse throbbed as he clenched his jaw.

She opened her mouth to say his name but the word stalled on her tongue as he moved his big hand between her thighs, cupping her hard.

Her reaction was instantaneous, a jerky buck forward into his touch. A clenching of fingers, one hand tearing at his shirt, the other at his trousers.

Aurélie heard an unfamiliar shushing sound and belatedly realised it was her breath, chugging into constricted lungs.

A second later there was no air between them. Their mouths fused, lips and tongues sliding together, seeking, urging, demanding. It was every bit as glorious as she remembered.

Before she could undo his clothes, Lucien pulled her T-shirt high, urging her arms up so he could slide it free. Air kissed her bare flesh as he dragged her bra off.

Anothershushof breath. This time Lucien’s, as he looked down at her. Aurélie’s breasts felt heavy, tingling with the weight of his stare.

He swallowed hard. Seconds later he knelt before her, feasting on her breast, kneading the other till she cried out and arched back as sparks of fire showered inside her.

Aurélie shivered, her legs unsteady, only able to stand because of her grip on Lucien. One hand dug into his shoulder and the other held his head to her. She didn’t ever want to let him go.

She shivered voluptuously as the fire inside whirled to a conflagration that threatened to consume her.

‘No more.’ It was a raw gasp and he didn’t hear. Aurélie had to push at those hard shoulders till he withdrew just enough to survey her with eyes that looked blank with heat.

‘Please.’ She fumbled at his collar. ‘I need you inside me.’

She felt the heavy pound of her heart against her ribs, heard the rasp of rough breathing. Moments later Lucien was rolling the last of her clothes down her hips to her thighs. His eyes held hers, even as he shoved the clingy material down to her ankles and she stepped free.

Aurélie had only managed to undo a couple of his shirt buttons. Lucien was more efficient. He simply gripped the open neck of his shirt and pulled. Seconds later he tossed the torn cotton to the floor and rose before her, kicking off his shoes and stripping his socks. He straightened and she had a perfect view of his sculpted torso. She heard the hiss of his zip, the sound of his trousers landing on the floor as she leaned in and kissed his bare chest.

Heaven!

Almost as heavenly as his arms wrapping around her, drawing her close so they touched all the way down their bodies.

Her breath came in sharp little bursts that didn’t fill her lungs. Lucien was against her, naked and wanting, and it was better even than she’d imagined. She remembered the bliss of their night together but this was different. This was urgent and desperate, as if two months apart had turned attraction into need, desire into craving.

Lucien wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet. Seconds later he sank down onto the edge of the bed with her cradled close, her knees splaying on either side of his hips so she sat astride him, breasts to chest, his erection hard against her abdomen. She wriggled and he gasped out an oath under his breath.

Warm hands on her hips urged her up onto her knees, her breasts sliding against his chest. Aurélie’s eyes shut as she battled the overload of exquisite sensations. But not for long. This was too good to miss a second.

When she opened them Lucien’s bright gaze snared hers. For a second neither moved. She felt his heavy pulse, the humid waft of his breath on her lips, the intense heat of his hard body.

The sense of fulfilment as if her body and even her soul had been waiting for this moment.

As his fingers tightened on her hips she slowly sank, this time nudging the head of his erection. For a microsecond they both stopped breathing, until staying still was no longer an option.

Aurélie slid down, centimetre by slow centimetre until it felt as if Lucien was lodged right at her heart. The feeling was wondrous. So wondrous she shuddered at the twin sensations of his eyes eating her up and his body completing hers.

He might let her set the pace but she sensed what it cost him to exert such tight control. His big body was taut and trembling with the effort of restraint. That in turn made the moment more piquant, her own response more acute.

‘More,’ Lucien demanded in a deliciously deep voice that growled across her bare flesh.

Aurélie was about to say that he already filled her completely, when his hand covered her breast, kneading and gently squeezing. She gasped, arching back, eyes closed, as a ripple of ecstasy took her.

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