Violetta's fingers lingered on the rugged contours of Lucien's jaw, a look of open appreciation and a hint of hunger in her violet eyes as she studied his face. "You are my type, Lucien," she murmured, a note of satisfaction and a touch of possessiveness in her low, breathy voice. "You're handsome, have a muscular body that speaks of strength and virility, and a carefree personality that I happen to like." Violetta's voice was a low, almost reverent purr.
Lucien let out a low, rough laugh, a sound that held a note of amused disbelief and a growing sense of masculine pride. But then, in a sudden, decisive motion, Lucien flipped them over, pinning Violetta down onto the plush velvet bedding beneath him. He loomed above her, his stormy eyes glinting with a sudden, fierce intensity as he stared down at her. Violetta's eyes widened slightly as she gazed up at Lucien, a flicker of surprise and a hint of excitement in their violet depths. She had not expected him to take the lead, to flip their positions so suddenly and boldly. A soft gasp escaped her lips as her back hit the plush mattress, Lucien's muscular body pinning her down, his stormy eyes blazing into hers with a newfound intensity.
Lucien's lips curved into a slow, almost wicked grin, a look of dark amusement and a touch of masculine pride in his gaze. "I did not think the Duchess of Velyssia would concern herself with such...base matters," he murmured, his voice a low, gruff rasp. His stormy eyes raked over Violetta's face, taking in the delicate curve of her cheekbones, the lush swell of her lips, the sparkling intelligence in her gaze.
Violetta's smirk widened, a look of wicked, unapologetic delight flashing in her eyes. "Oh, Lucien," she purred, a note of sultry amusement in her low, melodic voice. "I may be a Duchess, but I am a woman first and foremost." She reached up, her slender fingers curling around the back of Lucien's neck, her nails raking lightly over his skin. "And as a woman, I have...needs and desires, just like any other."
She paused, her gaze drifting over Lucien's face, taking in the rugged, handsome lines of his features, the strong, aquiline nose, the full, sensual curve of his lips. Her eyes flicked down to his muscular chest, the hard, sculpted planes of his torso, the way his shirt strained against his broad shoulders and arms. Violetta felt a sudden, fierce urge to touch him, to run her hands over his skin and map every inch of his powerful, masculine frame.
"I want the man who fucks me to be handsome," Violetta continued, her voice a low, almost breathless murmur. "I want him to have a body that is strong and muscular, a body that can take me to heights of pleasure that I have never known before." She reached out, her slender fingers tracing the hard, defined muscles of Lucien's chest, a teasing, almost possessive gesture.
Lucien's eyes darkened with a sudden, fierce intensity as he gazed down at Violetta, a look of masculine hunger and a hint of challenge flashing in their stormy depths. "Tell me, Duchess," he murmured, his voice a low, gruff rasp against Violetta's ear. "Must I prove myself before the marriage is official? Give you a...taste of what is to come on our wedding night?" Lucien's voice was a low, almost taunting purr, a sound that spoke of a man who knew the power he held over the woman beneath him.
Violetta's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, a look of anticipatory delight and a touch of coy disappointment in her gaze. "Though I would very much like to see you try," she purred, a note of teasing regret in her low, melodic voice. "I think it best we save the full extent of your...abilities for our wedding night." She paused, her fingers tracing the hard, sculpted line of Lucien's shoulder, a gesture of anticipation and a hint of longing. "But I cannot deny that I am...curious, to see what other delights you might have in store for me." Violetta's voice was a low, almost breathless murmur, a sound that spoke of a woman who was already imagining the pleasures to come.
Lucien's eyes flashed with a sudden, fierce desire at Violetta's words, a look of masculine pride and a hint of dark promise in their stormy depths. "Very well, Duchess," he growled, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I shall give you a...teaser, a small sample of what is to come on our wedding night and nights afterwards." With that, Lucien leaned down, his lips claiming Violetta's in a passionate, almost bruising kiss. His mouth moved over hers with a fierce, almost hungry intensity, his tongue delving deep to explore the sweet, velvet recesses of her mouth. Violetta gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as Lucien's lips claimed hers, his kiss sending a bolt of liquid heat straight to her core.
As Lucien's lips claimed Violetta's in a bruising, dominating kiss, his hands began to roam over her body with a fierce, almost possessive hunger. He gripped her waist, his calloused fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her hips as he pulled her flush against him. Violetta gasped into the kiss, her back arching off the bed as she felt the hard, muscular length of Lucien's body pressed against her own.
Lucien's hands slid up her sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he traced the delicate curve of her ribs, the swell of her breasts. He cupped her breasts in his large, strong hands, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of her nipples through the thin fabric of her gown. Violetta moaned, a sound of desperate, aching need escaping her lips as Lucien's touch ignited a burning desire within her.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down the column of her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Violetta's head fell back, her chest heaving as she panted softly, her body trembling with anticipation. Lucien's mouth found the hollow of her collarbone, his tongue tracing the delicate bone before his lips closed around it, sucking hard. Violetta cried out, her fingers tangling in Lucien's hair, holding him to her as he marked her as his own.
Lucien's hands slid down to the hem of Violetta's gown, his fingers curling beneath the fabric as he slowly, teasingly, began to inch it up her thighs. Violetta's skin was hot to the touch, her flesh quivering beneath Lucien's sensual assault. Higher and higher he pushed the gown, until the cool air of the bedroom kissed her stocking-clad thighs.
Violetta's legs fell open instinctively, a silent invitation for Lucien to claim her fully. Lucien's hand slid between her thighs, his fingers brushing against the damp, silken folds of her sex. Violetta was already wet, her body aching with a desperate, hungry need for Lucien's touch.
Lucien's fingers brushed against Violetta's dripping sex, feeling the damp fabric of her panties clinging to her swollen folds. He withdrew his hand, bringing his slick, gloved fingers to his mouth. With a wicked grin, Lucien used his teeth to peel off the leather glove, his tongue darting out to lick away Violetta's essence. Violetta watched, transfixed, as Lucien tasted her arousal, a fresh surge of desire coursing through her veins at the erotic sight.
Tossing the glove aside, Lucien brought his bare hand back to Violetta's aching sex, his calloused fingers pushing the drenched fabric of her panties aside. Violetta gasped as the cool air hit her overheated flesh, her hips bucking up off the bed as Lucien's fingers brushed against her bare, glistening folds. Lucien's eyes flicked up to Violetta's face, taking in the look of desperate, wanton need etched into her beautiful features.
Without warning, Lucien plunged two fingers deep into Violetta's tight, clenching heat, pushing the soaked fabric of her panties inside her as he claimed her fully. Violetta let out a high, keening cry, her back arching off the bed as Lucien's fingers filled and stretched her, his thumb rubbing tight circles around her throbbing, sensitive clit. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion, drawing Lucien deeper into her silken, dripping core.
"Duchess," Lucien growled, his voice a low, rough rasp as he felt Violetta's scorching, velvet heat engulfing his fingers. "You're so wet and ready for me." He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his palm grinding against her clit with each deep, forceful thrust. Violetta could only moan and writhe beneath him, her body consumed by the intense pleasure radiating from her core.