Elena's fingers ran through Lucien's hair as he trailed light kisses along her neck. He bit a spot, suckling on it, and a soft moan escaped her lips as her eyes closed, drawn away by the sensation.
This wasn't right. She shouldn't be doing this. But her body said otherwise.
Another moan left her when his hand wrapped around her waist and slowly moved underneath her top, caressing her burning skin as it found its way to the curve of her breast, tracing it slowly.
Elena's lips parted slightly and her hand gripped his hair tighter.
Lucien's lips suddenly left her neck and before she could register it they pressed against hers for a second before moving to her lower lip, sucking it slowly as his hand beneath her top gripped her breast, his thumb circling her n****e.
She shivered at the c
