Our lips moved in sync, a frantic rhythm that made my head spin. It felt so right, yet so fundamentally wrong at the same time. I felt him press his heavy frame onto me, his muscles hard as stone, trying to mold my smaller body into his. It was like he wanted to merge our skin together so I could never pull away again.
I felt the tip of his tongue at my lips, begging for entrance. I clamped my mouth shut, a small, stubborn part of me still wanting to show him I wouldn't just submit to his whims. I wanted him to work for it. But I had forgotten how much of an asshole Lucien was. In the next minute, I felt a sharp, sudden squeeze on my backside. A gasp of surprise escaped me, and he seized the opportunity instantly. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting of expensive wine and cold pos
