Lucien let out a low, rich chuckle that rumbled through his chest, the sound vibrating against Violetta's palm where it rested against him. His stormy eyes glinted with a wicked, indulgent light as he gazed down at her, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't know, Violetta," Lucien murmured, his voice a low, suggestive rasp. "Just a kiss, as delightful as it may be, won't be enough to...satisfy me." His hand slid from her hip to her thigh, his fingers curling around the delicate curve, squeezing the soft flesh possessively.
Before Violetta could respond, Lucien captured her lips in another searing kiss, his mouth slanting over hers with a hunger that stole her breath away. As he kissed her, his hands began to roam her body with a bold, almost brazen familiarity. One hand slid up her side to cup the soft, heavy weight of her breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the hardened peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her gown. The other hand drifted beneath her skirt, his calloused palm gliding along the smooth, silky skin of her thigh, inching ever higher, until his fingers brushed against the lace-edged ribbon of her stockings.
Lucien's lips trailed from Violetta's mouth to her jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his tongue soothing the sting with a hot, open-mouthed kiss. He nipped and suckled his way down the column of her throat, pausing to lave at the racing pulse that fluttered just above her collarbone. All the while, his hands continued their sensual assault on her body, one kneading the pliant flesh of her breast, the other sliding higher and higher up her thigh, the heat of his touch searing her skin even through the barrier of her undergarments.
Violetta's breath hitched in her throat as Lucien's touch grew more urgent, more demanding. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading and squeezing with a roughness that bordered on painful, a delicious ache that sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to her core. The hand on her thigh slid higher, his fingers pushing beneath the lace of her undergarments to brush against the slick, heated flesh of her sex. Violetta's hips bucked involuntarily, a choked moan escaping her lips as Lucien's fingers teased along her slit, not yet delving into her aching emptiness, but stoking the flames of her desire to a fevered pitch.
Just as Violetta felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, Lucien abruptly withdrew his hands and mouth, leaving her trembling and wanting, her body throbbing with a need that cried out for his touch. Violetta's eyes flew open, a look of dazed confusion and frustration etched onto her beautiful face as she stared up at Lucien. "W-Why did you stop?" she gasped out, her voice a low, needy whimper. Violetta's fingers clawed at Lucien's waistcoat, her nails digging into the silk embroidery as she tried to pull him closer, to urge him on. Her breasts heaved with each ragged breath she took, the fabric of her gown straining against her hardened nipples. The damp patch at the juncture of her thighs grew with each passing second, a testament to the desire that consumed her.
A low, wicked chuckle rumbled from deep within Lucien's chest, the sound sending a shiver down Violetta's spine. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke, his voice a low, suggestive murmur. "Now, now, as much as I would love to continue my...exploration of your exquisite body, my dear Violetta," Lucien murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "I wouldn't want to make a mess of you right before we arrive at the imperial castle. You wouldn't want to make a poor impression on such an auspicious day, now would you?" Lucien's hand slid down to rest on Violetta's knee, his thumb tracing idle circles against the lace of her stockings, a maddeningly gentle caress that only served to heighten the pleasure.
Violetta's brow furrowed slightly as she processed Lucien's words, a look of realization dawning in her violet eyes. "Auspicious day?" she repeated, a note of wry amusement in her low, melodic voice. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips as she gazed up at Lucien, a glimmer of mischief in her gaze. "You're right, of course. Today is the day I am to announce you as my new husband, after all." Violetta's voice was a low, teasing purr, a sound that held a hint of dark promise and a touch of playful challenge.
With a sudden, bold movement, Violetta turned and straddled Lucien's lap, her skirt riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thighs. She grabbed the back of his neck, her slender fingers curling into the short, gray hair at his nape as she tilted his head up to meet her piercing gaze. Lucien's hands gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he allowed Violetta to position him as she wished. Violetta's breasts, heaving and straining against the confines of her gown, were now at eye level with Lucien, the hardened peaks of her nipples a tantalizing sight through the thin, delicate fabric.
Violetta leaned in closer, her lips a mere breath away from Lucien's own. Her violet eyes, dark and stormy with unquenched desire, held his gaze as she spoke, her voice a low, seductive rasp. "As for making a mess of me, my dear Lucien," Violetta murmured, a wicked, indulgent smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "I would say you've already done that, to some degree." She punctuated her words by rolling her hips against his own, the heat of her core pressing against the growing bulge in Lucien's trousers. Violetta's fingers slid from Lucien's neck to his jaw, tracing the rugged line of it as she tilted his head back further, forcing him to meet her challenging gaze. "Wouldn't you agree, my lord husband-to-be?"
Lucien's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and determination as he gazed up at Violetta, his jaw clenching beneath her teasing touch. A low, strained chuckle escaped him, the sound rough and ragged with the effort of maintaining his control. "No matter how much you tempt me, my dear Violetta," Lucien said, his voice a low, gritty rasp. "I won't give you my dick before our wedding night. A man has his principles, after all." Despite his words, Lucien's hips twitched beneath Violetta's, his cock throbbing and straining against the confines of his trousers, aching to be sheathed in her slick, welcoming heat.
Violetta threw back her head with a throaty, indulgent laugh, the sound echoing through the carriage as she gazed down at Lucien with a look of wicked amusement. "Oh, you are a stubborn one, aren't you?" she teased, her voice a low, playful lilt. "But that is precisely why I like you, Lucien. Your...brazenness is quite...charming." Violetta's fingers slid from Lucien's jaw to his chest, toying with the buttons of his waistcoat, a maddeningly idle gesture that belied the hunger in her violet eyes.
Unable to resist the temptation of his lips, Violetta leaned down and captured Lucien's mouth in another searing kiss. She poured all of her desire and frustration into the embrace, her lips moving demandingly against his own as she sought to provoke a reaction, to push Lucien to the brink of his self-control. Violetta's tongue delved deep, tangling with Lucien's in a sensual dance that left them both breathless and aching for more. As she kissed him, Violetta's hips undulated against Lucien's, the heat of her core searing him even through the layers of their clothing. She could feel the hard, thick length of him throbbing against her, a promise of the pleasure that awaited them on their wedding night.
Violetta broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a fleeting, intimate moment before she pulled back. She gazed down at Lucien, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she took, her breasts straining against the confines of her gown. A look of grudging admiration shone in her violet eyes as she studied Lucien's face, taking in the tight set of his jaw, the dark, stormy gaze that spoke of a battle waged and won in the realm of desire. "You sure know how to control your desires, my lord," Violetta murmured, her voice a low, breathless rasp. "I must say, I'm...impressed." She traced the rugged line of Lucien's jaw with a slender finger, a teasing, almost absent-minded gesture that spoke volumes of the hunger that consumed her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Violetta disentangled herself from Lucien's lap, the heat of his body lingering against her skin like a phantom caress. She settled herself beside him on the plush velvet seat, the fabric soft and yielding beneath the curves of her body. Violetta rested her head against the firm, muscular expanse of Lucien's shoulder, her silver-blonde chignon a cool contrast to the warmth of his skin. Her right hand drifted up to rest against his chest, her slender fingers splaying across the crisp fabric of his waistcoat, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath her palm.
Violetta's lips curved into a slow, sensual smile as she gazed up at Lucien, her violet eyes glinting with a mix of anticipation and a hint of dark promise. "I can't wait for our wedding night," she purred, her voice a low, suggestive murmur. "I have a feeling that the control you exhibit now will not be...enough...once you witness my naked body." Violetta's hand slid lower, her fingers toying with the waistband of Lucien's trousers, a teasing, idle gesture that spoke volumes of the intimate pleasures to come. "I doubt you'll be able to maintain your...restraint, once we're finally husband and wife." Violetta's voice was a low, breathless rasp, a sound that held a challenge and a touch of wicked amusement.