Memories

Then his lips drew her in and surrounded her with the hot, sweet, sucking motions of his mouth. Each gentle tug plucked corresponding chords of response deep within her womb. They were glorious, mind-blowing, compelling. Reflexively, she came up to a kneeling position, making herself more accessible.

Lucian cradled her breast between his hands as though he drank from a life-giving chalice. When he withdrew his mouth, he nuzzled her with his nose and rubbed his hard cheek against her before taking her into his mouth again.

Her clothing kept getting in his way, and it aggravated her as much as it did him.

"If I slide your blouse off your shoulders, will you pull your arms out of the sleeves?" he asked hoarsely. "Please, love." He did not want her to remember those bad memories of when she was taken by the Empress and Caelan had mistreated her. He wanted the good ones to come back to her.

She nodded.