She wrenched away from him and stormed toward the door. She gasped as hands spanned her waist from behind and lifted her. He tumbled with her onto the sofa, twisting so that he took the brunt of their fall. She landed with an oomph on his chest and before she could protest, he pulled her to him and took her mouth in a carnal kiss. The sudden shift from anger to desire was a shock to her system. His tongue plunged past her lips, wicked and alluring. The lush eroticism of his actions made her tremble, and she became helpless against his kiss, a kiss that was ruthless in its demand. His lips stroked over hers, his tongue flickering deep inside.
A craving for him stormed through her defenses, and she fisted her hands in his hair and returned his kiss with all her pent up anger and desire. There was a rustle of silk as he slid her dress up, bunching her mass of petticoats around her thighs. She gasped into his mouth as his fingers unerringly found her slick entrance through the slit in her drawers. Without breaking their embrace, he inserted a finger inside of her, the stroke of his finger matching his tongue, deep and sensual. Constance felt as if fire itself lighted in her veins. Sensations raced across her skin, tightening pleasures low between her legs. She moaned and arched her hip as he inserted a second digit. Despite the burn, the stretch, and the ache, she wanted more. He stroked somewhere deep inside that shot a bolt of pleasure up to her breasts. They felt heavy, and she desperately wanted them free of the corset. He pulled his lips from hers, trailing kisses along her neck to the globes of her breast, but never letting up on the wicked caress between her legs. She let out a hoarse cry as a heavy tide of ecstasy swept over her, splintering her senses.
“So damn beautiful,” he muttered roughly.
He slid from the sofa so that he knelt in front of her and removed his spectacles, placing them beside her on the sofa. He pushed her dress farther up to her hips, and tugged off her drawers baring her to his gaze. A frisson of dangerous exhilaration gripped her, and acting on an instinct she had not known she possessed, she widened her thighs more for him. Emotions she was not able to name flared in the depth of his eyes as he watched her splayed before him so scandalously. Without saying anything, he dipped his head and kissed her in a place she never dreamed could be kissed.
“I don’t think this is proper, Lucan,” she protested, rather too weakly.
Instinctively Constance slid her hands through his thick hair, and she did not know if she wanted to push him away or pull his head more firmly against her. His tongue curled and dipped, before his teeth gently clamped over her knot of pleasure with scorching precision. Definitely hold his head more firmly, she reasoned hazily as delight pulsed through her. She shivered violently when the sensual glide of his tongue took her to the same edge his fingers had earlier. But it felt different, gentle and sweeter, but somehow more powerful. The sensations that roared through her had her back bowing off the sofa and uncontrolled cries spilling from her lips as her body surrendered.
Her body felt languid and unfamiliar as it came down from the stunning pleasures. Lucan slowly lowered her dress and petticoats, resting his forehead against her quivering stomach. Minutes passed in silence, and he remained kneeled before her, head rested against her, not speaking or moving.
She knew without a doubt whatever he said next would determine the course of her future with him. She could feel him thinking, fighting with whatever demons were pushing him away from her. Her heart went calm and she simply waited until he was ready, hoping he would confide in her about his sister and whatever he thought Sebastian had done. The intimacy of the moment did not escape her, and it somehow felt more intimate than the pleasure he had just bestowed upon her. A log rolled in the fireplace, and his fingers tightened against her hips. He pressed the softest of kiss against her stomach and then lifted his head. Her heart slammed into her throat. His features were set in dark foreboding lines.
“I do feel something fierce for you, and I would be more than a coward to not admit it. I want to be with you when you are not here. I look for your smiles in the simplest of actions. Am I falling in love? I do not know… I only know there are times I hunger for your presence if only to converse. I desire you more each time I see you. But your brother is my enemy, and that will never change. He ruined my sister, hurt her unimaginably, and then abandoned her. I cannot see you again, Lady Constance, nor will you be admitted to Decadence again for you make me doubt my path, and it is a path I will not be swayed from.”
Pain sliced through her, but she was careful not to show her emotions. The man that touched her with such passion, introduced her to pleasure, was a man that wanted her, needed her even, and she would concentrate on those feelings. She shifted onto the sofa, shimmying lower so she slid against his chest until she kneeled with him. Leaning back and tilting her head, she held his gaze, and surprise flared through his at her actions.