Chapter Seven
Watching Elise come, feeling her body tremble against his, hearing her excited cries, inhaling her unique scentâall of it made Lucienâs head swim in a sea of lust. His hand continued to move between her thighs, his finger sliding with ease in the delightfully lubricated valley between her labia, playing with her clit, prolonging her pleasure . . . coaxing more shudders from her firm, soft body.
He was going to eat her alive, she was so sweet. He was going to take her like a rutting bull. For a blinding moment, he pictured exactly how it would feel to have that tight, wet pussy melt around his thrusting cock, her muscular walls clasping him, pulling at him like a hot little mouth. . . .
He needed to taste her even more than he needed to fuck her. He was intoxicated with lust, but still greedy for more sensation, starved for the pure essence of Elise on his tongue and in his throat. She whimpered in surprise when he leaned over the bed and placed her back on the mattress. He had a fleeting image of her eyes blinking open heavily. He touched her lips with his before he lowered himself, his knees on the floor.
âLucien?â she murmured, her voice thick with satiation.
âI will taste you,â he said without preamble, spreading her white thighs. He stared for a moment. Her pubic hair was well trimmed, looking darker gold near her slit and between her labia due to her abundant juices. Her sex was a lush pink flower, the color of it decadently erotic in contrast to her pale thighs. Entranced, he parted her lips, revealing her swollen clitoris. Her scent filled his nose. He gave a low, feral growl and inhaled deeply.
âThis pussy is mine,â he muttered, barely aware of what he was saying, guided solely by a primal need to possess, and hardly hearing his own voice his heart throbbed so loudly in his ears.
He slid his tongue through the creamy valley, agitating her clit. Her taste permeated his awareness and he was lost. He turned his head slightly, stabbing her clit with his tongue, only distantly conscious of Eliseâs cries of surprised pleasure and her fingernails scraping his scalp as she held him to her. She was musk and honey and sunshine, golden sweet, the very flavor of sex. His sole focus became to get more of her taste, fill his mouth with it, his throat, his very being. With her juices as his reward, he learned her perfectly, discovering the optimal pressure of his tongue to pleasure her, the precise amount of suction she needed to make her cries go frantic.
He distantly became aware of several unwanted sensations battering at the edges of his rabid arousal. The sound of loud pounding on the door differentiated from the hammering of his heart.
âOh, Lucien . . .
God
 . . . someone . . . door,â Elise gasped even as her hand tightened at the back of his head and she pushed him closer to her pussy.
âShut it up in there!â a womanâs harsh, cigarette-roughened voice shouted outside the door. âAll that slapping and screaming and moaning, my customer is starting to get ideas that he canât afford!â
âShould . . . stop,â Elise mumbled miserably. âI canât keep quiet. Itâs not . . . possible,â she moaned.
But Lucien was too far gone to care about disgruntled neighbors. He liked Eliseâs unguarded cries of excitement. He adored them. He continued to eat the sweetest pussy heâd ever tasted, determined.
âYOU! Donât act like youâre not in there. Put a muzzle on it. Screaming like a banshee . . . giving my customers ideas . . .
French
,â the woman added bitterly under her breath.
Elise began to squirm beneath himâhe couldnât be sure if she did it out of arousal or if she was trying to get him to stopâbut Lucien refused to be denied. He held her hips down on the bed and lashed at her clit
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