Lana's POV
He kissed me, for real this time but something about the hunger in his body made my head spin but in a way that only made me want to lean further into the kiss.
His lips were warm and soft; it only made me reach out to him more, but several thoughts began running through my mind as his hands began roaming through my breasts. His breath thickened and I could tell it was as intoxicating for him as it was for me. I held him close and when his mouth made for my breasts, I knew I would lose my cool if I didn't do something, but I couldn't, but it was only a lie.
I didn't want him to stop at all. I wanted him to keep on going even though this experience was new to me; it felt so wrong and yet so right. He slowly nibbled on my nipples and I couldn't help the sounds that left my mouth. I felt so warm and moist down there that I was afraid he might realize what he was doing to me. I shouldn't be here.
Not in his room, not in this position and definitely not in bed with the man they called The Cold Billionaire, Lucien Crane.
He looked even more untouchable in person, like someone sculpted from ice and sin, the kind of man who wouldn't blink if you dropped dead at his feet. But here he was, about to ravish me in the most unholy of ways.
"Fuck Lana, you're so wet, it's going to drive me insane." I could tell that he was really holding himself back and something about that turned me on all the more. It was the feeling of power, the fact that I could make him yearn and restrain himself at the same time. The alarms inside my head were screaming for me to end this but with every turn I made, he took it and my body would give in.
Suddenly his mouth began circulating around my wetness. I still had my panties on but he could tell how wet I was. His fingers began caressing my wetness and the weight of his fingers against my skin was driving me insane. I couldn't do anything other than moan.
"You like it when I do that?" He said to me with so much fierce passion it drove me further and further away from normality.
"Say you like it, Lana, tell me that you do." His voice was thick with the sound of his whimpering and I clung onto him, our eyes burning through each other's like an insane flame burning through the night. "I love it, I love Lucien."
Fuck! I shouldn't have called out his name but before I could process whatever emotions there was, his fingers slipped through the corners of my wetness and I let out a deep moan I couldn't believe was from me but I could feel it in my soul. He played with my core and before I had the chance to recover, my panties were undone and that was when I was truly scared.
I was still a virgin and whether I wanted to lose it right here, right now with this man, I wasn't so sure but my body said otherwise. He inserted one finger into my core and my body shifted further and further into insanity. He looked at my face and smiled so dangerously. It could have sent me over the edge but before I processed what was going on, he slipped a second finger and that was when all forms of thoughts completely eluded me.
My body began to move with the rhythm of his fingers but I could tell I wanted more. He could tell too and that was when he slipped his third finger into me and I was over the edge. My legs shook but not as much as my body did, and then he stopped abruptly and stared down at me with the most intensity I had ever seen a man look at me before and I could tell he knew that I was a virgin.
Just when I thought finally one of us would pull back, I felt a warm feeling on my heat; it was his tongue, and oh it felt so fucking good. "Fuck!" That was the most I could utter as I was fighting through the different emotions I had to process. His head was in between my heat and I could only grab his hair. His tongue probed deeper and deeper and I could feel myself attaining climax.
He subtly licked and rubbed at my wetness and I was this close to tears; whatever he was doing with his tongue was definitely working and I knew I wouldn't last much if he continued. He raised his upper body and drew my face closer to his. "I want you to taste yourself inside my mouth, Lana." And he kissed me like his soul depended on it, and oh, my mind was swimming in a cloud of intoxication.
He then went down on me again and pressed himself against my wetness.
"Look at me, Lana, look at me while I send you to a place you've never been before." And before I could process what he said, he locked eyes with me and slowly went down on my core.
The eye contact and the way I could see his tongue slowly probe at my wetness, I was so close to tears. He kept going while making sure my eyes remained on him and I could tell I was close. There was this slow but insane build of ecstasy that I could feel coming out. As though he knew, he quickened his pace and my hips started moving in the same frenzy while I held onto the sheets moaning and breathing and then it happened; I felt the pleasure build with insane pressure that my body surrendered to it and my legs lost feel and touch, my body ached and shook from the climax, and I felt a rush of release.
It took a few minutes to register what had happened to me but before I could say anything, Lucien turned and entered what I guessed was the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later and looked at me a bit surprised and that was when I realized my current disposition. I was sprawled on the bed, half-dressed and I could tell why the bed was wet.
"I think it's time for you to get up now, Lana." He said while he made for me and lifted me off the bed, and that was when my senses returned. Why did I let things get this far? If what he said about being the new owner of the Three Pigeons was true, then I shouldn't be here not in his bed, at least but it was already too late now.
"My apologies, I shouldn't be here now and whatever happened…" I couldn't go on and I felt frozen while he carried me to the bathroom. It felt like he didn't hear anything I said at all, and something told me to keep quiet, at least for the meantime.