Lucian's Other Side [M]

Medeia's breath came in ragged gasps, her toes curling as Lucian's lips traced a heated path over her skin.

His tongue circled her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, slow and deep, drawing a desperate moan from her lips. Her back arched instinctively, pressing herself closer to him, silently begging for more.

Lucian's hands gripped her hips possessively, holding her in place as he worshipped her with his mouth, teasing and tasting until her skin felt feverish under his touch. 

When he finally released her nipple with a wet pop, he didn't stop—his kisses trailed lower, down her stomach, each brush of his lips making her tremble with anticipation.

"Spread your legs for me." Lucian commanded, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. His gaze remained locked onto hers, unwavering, dominant, as he moved lower—closer—to where she wanted him most.

Hell, he was so hot when he got like this.