Violetta's violet eyes flashed with a challenge as she gazed up at Lucien, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. "Is that all you can do?" she taunted, her voice a low, breathless purr even as her body trembled with pleasure. "I must say, I am a bit...disappointed." Violetta's words ended on a gasp as Lucien's fingers plunged particularly deep, brushing against that secret, sensitive spot deep inside her.
Lucien's smirk widened into a feral, almost predatory grin, a look of dark promise and a hint of retribution glinting in his stormy eyes. "You want more, Duchess?" he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. Without waiting for a response, Lucien's other hand slid up to Violetta's breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He kneaded and squeezed the supple mounds through the fabric of her gown, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling her stiff, aching nipples between them.
Violetta cried out, her back arching sharply as Lucien's rough handling of her breasts sent jolts of intense, almost painful pleasure straight to her core. Lucien's fingers pumped faster, harder, plunging in and out of Violetta's dripping sex with a force that had her seeing stars. The obscene sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh filled the room, mingling with Violetta's wanton moans and cries of ecstasy.
Lucien leaned down, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of Violetta's neck. He sucked hard, no doubt leaving a vivid, purple bruise in his wake as he continued his relentless assault on her body. Violetta could only cling to Lucien, her nails raking down his muscular back, urging him on as he stoked the fires of her desire ever higher.
Violetta's body tensed, her inner walls clenching and fluttering wildly around Lucien's plunging fingers as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Ah, Lucien!" she cried out, her voice a high, keening wail of ecstasy as her sex spasmed and gushed around the digits buried deep inside her. Lucien could feel the scorching heat of Violetta's release, her arousal gushing out to soak her panties even further, the fabric now completely drenched and clinging to her quivering flesh.
As Violetta rode out the aftershocks of her intense climax, Lucien slowly withdrew his fingers from her still-twitching sex. He brought them to his mouth, making a show of licking them clean, his tongue swirling around each digit to savor every last drop of Violetta's essence. "Mmm, you taste divine, Duchess," Lucien purred, a wicked, smug grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "I look forward to feasting on your sweet nectar properly on our wedding night."
Violetta, still panting and trembling from her orgasm, gazed up at Lucien with hazy, half-lidded eyes. A slow, satisfied smirk curved her kiss-bruised lips as she took in Lucien's arrogant, self-assured expression. "You may have proven your...ability to please a woman, Lucien," Violetta murmured, her voice a low, breathless rasp. "But I do hope you can last longer than a mere few minutes when the time comes to truly claim your bride." Her violet eyes flashed with a challenge, a hint of wicked amusement and a touch of dark promise glinting in their depths. "After all, a true man of stamina knows that a woman's pleasure is not a sprint, but a marathon." Violetta's voice was a low, provocative purr.
Lucien leaned down, his lips brushing against Violetta's ear as he spoke in a low, husky murmur. "That was only a hint of the pleasures to come, dear Duchess," he promised, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Wait until our wedding night, when I can take my time worshipping every inch of your exquisite body, bringing you to the heights of ecstasy again and again with my mouth, my hands, and my..." Lucien paused, letting the unspoken implication hang heavy in the air.
Violetta placed a slender finger against Lucien's sensual lips, silencing him. "Shh, no more teasing," she chided softly, a playful smirk curving her mouth. "I think it's time you started calling me by my name, Lucien." Her violet eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of possessiveness as she gazed up at him. "After all, you will be my lord husband soon. I expect to hear my name on your lips, not just 'Duchess'." Violetta's voice was a low, provocative purr. "You should just start calling me Violetta now, my lord husband."
Lucien's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and a hint of masculine pride flashing in their stormy depths at Violetta's bold words. "Violetta," he repeated, tasting her name on his tongue, feeling the shape of it in his mouth. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, his teeth flashing white against the rugged line of his jaw. "I suppose it would be only fitting, given that I will be your husband." Lucien's voice was a low, intimate rasp, a sound that sent a bolt of heat straight to Violetta's core.
He rolled the name around on his tongue once more, a look of dark, sensual promise in his gaze. "Tell me, Violetta," Lucien mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. He captured Violetta's finger between his teeth, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive pad as he spoke. "Will the Duchess of Velyssia will be calling me her 'Lord Husband' from now on."
Violetta's smirk widened, a wicked glint in her violet eyes as she gazed up at Lucien. Her nails dug into the back of his neck, gripping his scalp as she pushed herself up, leaning in closer until their lips were a mere breath apart. "You're quite arrogant already, aren't you?" Violetta murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr. "It's a good thing you are, my lord husband-to-be. A Duke should have a certain...air of confidence around him." Her lips curved into a provocative smile, a hint of challenge and dark promise in the curve of her mouth.
Lucien's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and pride at Violetta's bold words. He couldn't help but smirk back at her, a look of smug satisfaction in his gaze. "I'm glad you approve, Violetta," he replied, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "However, you didn't answer my question earlier." Lucien's voice dropped to a suggestive murmur on the last word, his stormy eyes glinting with a hint of wicked intent.
Violetta's smirk softened into a playful, almost indulgent smile. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against Lucien's in a ghost of a kiss as she spoke. "Yes, in formal gatherings, you will hear me address you as my 'Lord Husband'," Violetta murmured, her voice a low, teasing lilt. "But don't get too ahead of yourself, Lucien, because within these castle walls, your status means nothing if you do not..." She paused, letting the implication hang heavy in the air between them. Violetta's hand slid down from Lucien's neck to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she gripped it tightly. "...behave yourself, my lord husband-to-be." Violetta's voice was a low, warning purr, a sound that held a hint of dark promise and a touch of playful threat.
Lucien's eyes widened slightly as Violetta's words sank in, a flicker of surprise and a hint of trepidation in their stormy depths. He couldn't quite believe that this was the same woman who, just moments ago, had been writhing in ecstasy beneath him, crying out his name is pleasure, the woman whose body was trembling with the force of her climax. Yet here she was,.issuing him threats and dismissing him with a sudden, almost regal air of authority. Lucien couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation at the sheer unpredictability of his soon-to-be wife.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he tried to process the sudden shift in their dynamic. "As the lady commands," Lucien murmured, a note of grudging respect and a touch of amusement in his low, gruff voice. He couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "I must say, Violetta, you are a woman who is full of surprises. I look forward to discovering even more of them as your husband." Lucien's voice was a low, suggestive rasp, a hint of dark promise in his tone.
Violetta smirked up at him, a wicked, indulgent curve to her lips. She pressed against Lucien's chest, her slender hands pushing firmly against the hard, muscular expanse. "I'm glad you find me so...surprising, Lucien," she purred, her voice a low, teasing lilt. "But I don't entertain guests, especially men, at this hour." Violetta's gaze flicked to the window, noting the late hour with a hint of disapproval. "So, as much as I've enjoyed our little...interlude, I believe it's time for you to take your leave." Her voice was a low, dismissive murmur, a sound that held a touch of royal command.
Lucien's smirk widened, a look of wry acceptance in his eyes. "Very well, my lady," he agreed, his voice a low, amused rasp. "I shall be on my way then." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Violetta's in a fleeting, teasing kiss. "Until next time, Violetta," Lucien murmured, his breath ghosting over her, his voice was a low, suggestive rasp, a sound that held a hint of dark promise and a touch of anticipation for their future encounters.
With a final, lingering glance at Violetta, Lucien withdrew himself from her embrace, the heat of their bodies parting as he stood tall. He gave her a last, roguish smile and a bow before turning and striding towards the door, his boots echoing on the marble floor. Lucien paused at the threshold, looking back over his shoulder with a wink. "Sleep well," he purred, his voice a low, suggestive rasp. Then, with a swish of his cloak, he was gone, disappearing into the shadowed hallway beyond.
Once the door clicked shut behind him, Violetta let out a long, slow breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She sank back against the plush velvet bedding, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth as she gazed up at the ornate ceiling above. "Quite an interesting man indeed," Violetta murmured to herself, her voice a low, musing purr. "Arrogant, handsome, and with a certain...appetite for pleasure." A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she recalled the feel of Lucien's hands on her body, the heat of his lips against her skin. Violetta's fingers drifted to her kiss-swollen lips, tracing the curve of her mouth as she lost herself in thought. "I have a feeling that marrying that man will be anything but dull, challenging, infact," she whispered, a wicked glint in her violet eyes. "And I do so love a challenge." Violetta's voice was a low murmur, a sound that held a hint of dark promise and a touch of mischief.