Lucien.
I didn’t use my hands at first, I used my teeth, catching the sleeve of her T-shirt and slowly, agonizingly, pulling it down her shoulder. My tongue followed the path of the fabric, licking a hot, wet trail across her collarbone. She whimpered, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
“That’s it,” I hissed, my hand finally moving. I held her waist in a firm grip as I slid my palm up, over the curve of her ribs, until my thumb hooked over her bellybutton.
I flicked the T-shirt off her, exposing her body to the cool air. She gasped as I caught the aching, dark peak of her n****e between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it, pinching it just hard enough to send a jagged jolt of electricity straight to her core.
“You like that, don’t you? Seeing how easily I can make you
