If ever he'd heard an angel sing, he was certain it would sound very similar to Miss.de Marque's moans. Sweet, sensuous and provocative, Lucian found it near impossible to reign himself in from the dark, seductive place his mind was going. The hard lines of his body following suit, as he felt his entire physique rev up with desire and innately pushed his pelvic a little firmer between her coveted thighs - a place to him that may as well have been the gateway to heaven. Though, from the heat rising up from her feminine core, Lucian half way wondered if it wasn't actually the adulterous flames of hell he'd be dipping into - something that he was also quite comfortable with doing so long as he got to have his way with her.
"Good." He half growled, releasing the hold of her wrists only to slide that same hand down along the length of her arm, over the soft curve of her shoulder and dragged his palm across the round of her breast only to fully grope and caress it a moment later - keeping his touch for the moment on top of her clothing. Meanwhile, his other hand took it's sweet time exploring the lower half of her body. From the inward bowing dip of her waist, the succulent curve of her hip to the silky caress over her thigh, just above where the cotton stocking ended and her flesh began. Dipping his face into the side of column's lean throat, Lucian kissed along her neck, over her jaw and stopped just beside her mouth.
"...Ask for it." Lucian said with a low sensual command edging the sound of his voice. Pushing the hand that had been ravishing her breast back into her hair, Lucian's strong fingers clutched a thick of it into his hold and yanked her head back, forcing it to rise supine to the ceiling. Forcefully holding it back away from his mouth as her taunted her with ginger soft sweeps of his lips just barely making connection to hers. "...ask me to kiss you again, Adrienne...and I'll give you a memory you'll be happy to take home to bed with you tonight."
- Adrienne could not help but moan a little louder as his hand released her wrist, trailing down her body to take a seductive hold on her breast. Her hands immediately moved from the arm rest, one hand wrapping through his hair and the other trailing her nails down his back.
The minute his hand touched her leg, she whined helplessly, shivering under his touch and closing her eyes tightly. Her hand on his back tightened slightly, grabbing a handful of his jacket and holding him to her. Her lips tingled every time his mouth came close to them, only to avoid kissing her.
He wanted her to ask for a kiss, and she would. She was so close to losing her control, she would beg if she needed to. She wanted nothing more at the moment than to have him ravish her mouth and her body. But she could not give him the latter, especially while in a close friend's house and on his couch.
"God, Lucian, kiss me." She begged breathlessly, trying to turn her head to catch his mouth in a kiss. Her hand grasped even tighter at his jacket, a moan of pure delight escaping her lips as he tugged her head back by her hair, holding her still so she could not get any more contact with his mouth than he was giving her: teasing, playful swipes. "God damned tease." She whispered heatedly, smirking up at him.
Her fingers digging into his back was above all else, a delicious sensation. One that Lucian quietly wished would no longer be hindered or muffled down by the irritating existence of clothes that continued to keep their flesh apart. Letting out a slow, heavy growl of approval, Lucian tugged at her hair again - a little harder than the last - just to see if he could inspire another succulent whimper to fall from her lush lips. It was a dangerous road he was taking, even Lucian knew that but for the life of him right in that moment he was too amped up to care.
Nesting his hand deeper into her hair, Lucian's firm grip tangled purposefully into the silky - somewhat damp - ribbons of her hair and slid his other hand down from his thigh, beneath the fabric of her dress to the pert, pliable flesh of her buttocks. Gripping the flesh of her rear, Lucian used the leverage of that hand to thrust her pelvic abruptly up into his own as his mouth claimed hers with a near bruising passion. Hungry and feasting on her mouth like a starved beast, Lucian pressed their lips together without another thought of consequence and use his lips to stroke, his teeth to nip and his tongue to caress along the inside of her mouth.
Falling deeper into the moment, the Wizard's hips slowly began to rock as they applied sensuous pressure. Teasing her very virtue with the obvious hardness of his masculinity, a stiff presence that could no longer be denied. "Adrienne..." Lucian groaned through the slightest and shortest disconnection of their mouths before claiming her lips again and started to roll over. Not caring about where they were or the fact the clatter would likely alert Alec to what was going on up in his den, Lucian rolled with Adrienne right off the couch and onto the floor.
Hitting the coffee table's edge so it tipped over onto it's side as he fell(sending all of the objects on top of it sliding down onto the floor), the hard impact of the wood ground slapped harshly against his back as he brought her down with him, landing all those voluptuous curves, rounds and crevices flat on top of him - all the while his hands continued to pull at her hair and squeeze at her ass relentlessly. His full, shapely mouth working over hers as he kissed her like he was suddenly the embodiment of the God Apollo - hot like the sun and burning over with desire.
- Adrienne cried out as Lucian's hand yanked her head back a little harder by her hair, sending a combination of pleasure and pain to the very tips of her toes and the ends of her fingers. Her hands tightened a little more on his back and in his hair before forcing them to release before she pulled his hair too tightly.
She arched up against him slightly as his hand slipped beneath her skirts, grasping her rear and pulling her pelvis up against him, causing far more intimate contact than she had ever experienced or was used to. She growled into his mouth, locking her legs even tighter around his waist and pulling his pelvis even tighter against her own.
She allowed her tongue to come up to play with his, running along his bottom lip as she felt herself being rolled. She pulled away from his kisses for a moment, breathing hard. "Lucian, what are you-?" She was cut off as he rolled her to the floor so she was over him, upending Alec's coffee table and everything on it. She laughed softly, her laugh broken only by a soft sound of pain as her knees collided with the hard floor. She then leaned down to capture his lips in a kiss again.
With no clue as to what she was doing, and simply following instinct, she ground her pelvis against him, kissing him hard. Each tug at her hair sent heat to even the outermost parts of her body, her body shuddering under his touches and kisses. "God, Lucian." She panted against his mouth, opening her eyes back up to look at him.
"Alec will be back at any moment." She whispered, but she did not move. Instead, she leaned down to kiss him again, the engagement ring still tired around her throat coming forward to bump against his chin as she did. A silent reminder of why she should just walk away now, but she couldn't.
Those frisky little noises of hers were enough to make Lucian go mad for her. The succulent, undeniably female sound all but purring from her throat in moans and chirping past her lips in luscious whinnies of delight. Hungry for even more of her, Lucian latched onto her lips with his mouth whilst simultaneously shimming out of his suit coat. Blindly his one hand roamed over the inside flap, struggling to find his wand - due to the fact he refused to look at anything but Adrienne. Feeling the wood brush his palm at long last, Lucian thrust up from the floor, his back popping off the ground as he sat upright - stopping Adrienne from falling too far back with one hand and pointing his wand at the door. One word, one cast and the entry was locked and Lucian was no longer concerned with anything but getting a more detailed taste of the svelte beauty grinding his lap.
Dismissing his wand to the side, resting it atop of the sofa cushion they'd just toppled off of the wizard's thieving hands wrapped around the witch's hips and slid downward to take two pawing, greedy grips on the pliable arches of her buttocks and pressed her down hard into his lap with a most appreciative groan. What he would have given to be the one to deflower this exotic little blossom, to take her virtue for his own and taste it on his tongue. Grunting again, he pulled the spread of her thighs down onto his lap by the grips of her ass and ground up into her coveted core with an inflamed vigor.
Suddenly impatient and careless of what he was about to do, Lucian slid his hands up from Adrienne's backside to the ribbons that laced her dress together. With a few hard yanks Lucian had the gown splitting open and loosening from her shoulders, just enough so that there was no challenge at all in the way he yanked down the front of her gown completely - corset and all, exposing completely the goddess like rounds of her bosom. Letting out one heated breath of approval, it took him only a second after that to have her flat on her back again pressed to the ground and his teeth skillfully pinched around the pert, hardened stud of her nipple. Suckling and savoring the taste, Lucian licked, flicked and teased the wanton little perk central upon her breast while his hand worked over her other. Drawled out groans of pleasure rumbling through his lips as his free hand pinned her to the floor beneath him by a firm, cemented hold on her hip and his groin laid claim between her thighs once again.
- Adrienne continued to assault his mouth with her own, arching up slightly as he removed his suit jacket to give him more room. As soon as his jacket was gone, her hands blindly slipped down to find the buttons of his shirt. She opened the first half of the buttons slowly, slipping her hands inside to touch his well formed chest and shoulders.
She could not help but moan in delight when two hands grabbed the curve of her backside, pulling her even harder against his grinding hips. She grasped her dress and pulled the skirts aside, allowing for more contact between them, inhibited by less clothing. She could sense his hands wandering up her back to the lacings at the back of her dress. They were pulled open and she felt her dress beginning to sag down.
She leaned back, slipping her arms out of her dress and pushing it down so it bunched at her waist. They were then flipped over so she was under him, his mouth taking hold of her breasts. She panted heavily at the sensations, bringing her legs up to lock around his waist once more, pulling him against her. "God..Lucian..." She whispered breathlessly, running her fingers through his hair.
"We have to stop." She moaned breathlessly, her hands on his hair tightening to turn his face up to look at her. "We can't do this...especially not here..."
Pushing her hip down with a near bruising force, Lucian's lower body ground hard and unforgiving between the opening between her thighs. What with the mess of her skirts fabric shoved out of the way, it left little more than his own trousers to stop him from actually claiming her maidenhead for his own. His long, low groans of pleasure turning to a singular, earnest grunt of frustration as he abruptly stopped her from talking and lifted his head to seize her mouth again. He'd never needed to rape a woman at any point of a life, seduction was something he did a little too well but right then, that moment she said stop, Lucian half considered taking her anyway despite her askance to not continue further. He was certain by the time they were finished, the word 'no' would have transformed to something along the lines of 'oh sweet Merlin yes!' but it was that god damned inkling of respect he actually had for her that started to slow his body.
Propping himself up above her, to look down upon her lovely face, Lucian couldn't stop himself from suckling that sultry, swollen pout of her lip between his teeth once more before letting it go with a wet sounding, satisfying smacking noise. There was no doubt in his mind the vision of her just then would be something he'd take with him into the beds of other women. The messy nature of her hair, the way her lips had gone poutty and glossy from his kisses was immaculate and the rouge flush lining her cheeks, neck and collar bone was exquisite. He'd had tons of women in his time but there were very few, a handful at best, that he actually earnestly desired. Adrienne de Marque was one of them.
Keeping the weight of himself held a minuscule inch off her, Lucian met her eyes with a dangerously, dark desire riding inside of his own. The hard knocking of his heart deep in his chest pounded with the rush of sexual adrenaline right up to his ears as his free hand not holding his body above her slithered to her wrist and claimed it in a firm hold of his fingers. Starring deep into her eyes without a moments relent, Lucian guided Adrienne's hand down the bare expanse of his torso, past the groove of his navel button and to the bulge protruding from the crotch of his pants like a monolithic column of rome.
Assertively forcing her hand to turn over and her palm to press into his very, physical, masculine vitality, Lucian held her palm against his groin - guiding her fingers to rub it up and down the length of him twice - before his face dipped down into the side of her cheek and whispered unto her ear before gliding the tip of his tongue over the delicate shell of her ear; "...Then tell me where I can take you..." He mumbled on her ear, flicking it delicately with his tongue before pausing to tug at the fleshy dangle of her earlobe playfully before continuing to speak; "...so I might have even the smallest taste of what it would have been like to be your lover....Adrienne...La mia bella donna..."
- Adrienne gazed up at him with dark, elegant eyes, reaching a hand up to gently run over his hair. "God, I don't want to...but we have to." She breathed hard, tangling her fingers carefully through his dark locks. "There is nothing more that I would rather have you do than take me upstairs and violate me in Alec's bed..."
She allowed him to take her wrist and guide her hands slowly down his body. She allowed her fingertips to trail over his chest and abdomen, looking up at him with lusty, dark eyes. When her hand was forced onto the hard bulge intruding from his pants, she gasped softly in surprise and fear. For a moment, she was glad she had told him no. Through his pants, he felt frightening huge and would most likely tear her apart.
She allowed him to guide her hand up and down his length, turning her head to kiss his throat as he whispered in her ear. "Oh, Lucian...as bad as I want to, I can't..." She breathed, nuzzling his neck. "I fear this is the closest either of us will get to being lovers." She lowered her hand slowly, exhaling hard before beginning to pull her dress back up. around her.
She did want him to take her upstairs. She doubted Alec would care, he hardly cared about things of all brands of sin taking place in his house. She waited for Lucian to move so she could straighten her dress back to where it had been, before Alec came back.
It was cruel irony, a joke of the gods that the fact the one thing that made Lucian crazed for desire for Adrienne was now also the one reason she was denying him. Stubborn, feisty conviction. She had the guts to stand up for herself, the guts to flutter about and play with the likes of men minds, manipulating them for whatever purpose she saw fit and it was all in lieu of that intellectual mind of hers. She wasn't some prissy biddy boddy who knew nothing more than how to knit doilies and tend house. Alec had been right to call Adrienne a harpy, this much was fact.
Letting his expression go from steamy hot to stoically cool, Lucian pressed his lips firmly into Adrienne's once more before he peeled himself back off her body and rose up to his feet. Leaving his shirt all a mess and undone, Lucian offered a hand to Adrienne to help her from the floor and gingerly spun her around until her back was facing his chest and assisted in doing up her gown. His darkened gaze not shy about the way he eyed over the smooth, alabaster flesh as it slowly disappeared back beneath her gown and tugged gently upon the criss crossed ribbon until it was snug enough to hold the lady in before tying it off appropriately.
Stepping up tighter against her, Lucian didn't let her move away but rather gripped either side of her waist and tugged her body back against his own. Strong hands pawing at the curves now once again hidden by her dress, sunk deeply into the fabric as he tilted his face down and against her throat. The thick lipped warmth of his mouth proceeding to kiss down her neck to the delicate little hollow of her collar bone - that sensitive little place where her throat dipped down to meld with her shoulder line. Slowly releasing the hold his hands had on her completely, Lucian let the warmth of his breath coast down the moist trail his kisses left behind along her neck and titillated her skin one last time before turning on his heel and heading to the dry bar.
Using the last two shots worth of the whiskey left in the bottles, Lucian poured out two fresh drinks into clean tumbler glasses and returned to Adrienne offering her up one of the two. The cool expression of his features seemed to care little about the fact she'd said no, his handsome feature retaining their natural noble lines - though his eyes and the underlying tone of his words would suggest that he was not outwardly pleased. "...To the future Mrs.Roderick Elkins."
- Adrienne waited until he was standing and then took his hand, allowing him to help her up and spin her back to him. She shoved her arms back into her dress, righting it before reaching up and grabbing her hair in a handful. She pulled it over her shoulder, giving him better access to the lacings at the back of her dress so he could tighten it up. Once it was back on her properly, she smiled almost ruefully.
He was suddenly pressed up against her tightly, instead of letting her go, his hands pawing at the curves now hidden beneath her dress once more. She moaned softly, reaching her hands back to grab his hips and pull him against her even more. His pelvis pressed even more to her rump and she smiled, feeling his lips and breath making a slow, heated trail down her throat and the curve of her shoulder before letting her go.
She turned to watch him stalk towards the wet bar. Her hand beneath the skirts of her dress to retrieve her wand. She waved it, whispering softly and unlocking the door to the study, so when Alec did decide to rejoin them he would not be locked out. She then tucked her wand away once more, turning to look at Lucian once more.
She took the drink from him thankfully, holding the glass under her nose to take in the aroma of the fine whiskey, the same color as her eyes. She raised her glass slightly in the toast, not a wholehearted toast but a toast none the less. She then took a sip of her drink, allowing the familiar burn to work its way into her chest.
She then looked up at the man towering above her, leaning in and pushing his already open shirt aside. She then placed a gentle kiss on his pectoral, just above where she could feel his heart pounding. She then stepped back, setting her glass down, and beginning to button up his shirt with swift, elegant fingers.
- Alec had already downed three or four glasses out of the new bottle of brandy before he decided that Lucian and Adrienne had been left alone for long enough. He had heard them banging around upstairs, had heard what sounded like a coffee table upending. He had heard of rough, but knocking over furniture was where he, personally, drew the line. He finished the glass in his hand before moving back upstairs, putting his ear to the parlor door and hearing nothing but silence. A small smirk on his face, he opened the door and let himself in.
He had suspected he would find their still naked bodies entangled together on the couch or on the floor. He was ready to taunt them both, but instead he found them both dressed, Adrienne looking as if nothing had happened, buttoning up the Italian's shirt. Of course, Lucian's state of undress was a tell tale sign, but he knew Adrienne would not look that composed if she had just given up her virtue, especially to Lucian. Much like himself, Lucian was a very passionate man. However, he did not often mess with the blushing maidens much like Alec did, giving Alec more time to perfect the art.
He moved into the room, several bottles tucked under his arm. Only then did he notice his very expensive coffee table upended on the floor, the contents that had been on top of her scattered across the room. He arched his brow in distaste at the sight, clearing his throat before speaking with sharp, elegant words. "Lucian, my good friend,' the kindness that would normally be applied to such words was very absent. "I gave you permission to fuck our little French harpy in my room, not fuck up my room." He snarled.
Dark eyes watched him for a moment before moving to the bar, setting the bottles down and pouring himself another glass in complete silence.
Feeling her lips against his flesh, Lucian momentarily let himself close his eyes and savor the sensation. There were so few women that could hold his attention longer than a week but the little harpy more than managed. It was almost begrudgingly so that Lucian would ever admit this, he hated the feeling of unreciprocated desire and even though he knew she wanted him - it wasn't really enough knowing that in a very short time she would no longer be his Adrienne de Marque but Roderick's Mrs.R.Elkins instead. Her wedding no doubt, would feel more like a funeral to him. The death of something not given the opportunity to flourish. Pity.
Watching her fingers roam up the front of his shirt to redo his buttons, Lucian's eyes dipped down to the long, elegant lengths of her well manicured finger nails and let the slightest, smuggest smile creep onto his mouth as he heard Alec's entrance behind him. He knew Alec better than most and he knew the bastard would hate the way the pair had disheveled his den but he couldn't bring himself to actually care. Letting his smirk broaden as he remained standing with his back toward Alec, Lucian took a moment to slide his thumb up along one of Adrienne's palm and ease her hand to his lips. Kissing her flesh once upon each dainty knuckle, he released his hold upon her and finally turned his head over he shoulder to catch a glimpse of the rather openly displeased Mr.Dukovney.
"Alec ol' boy," Lucian smirked at the man's back and let a dark glimmer settle in his eyes. "...that's what maids are for. If it upsets you so why don't you go ring your little servant girl and have her 'erect' it for you." He mused rather arrogantly before letting out a slightly feigned, heavy sigh before walking away from Adrienne completely and moving back toward the couch. Collecting his wand, he finished dressing himself - smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt that her clenched little fists had made, combing his hair back in place from the mess her fingers had made of it and sliding into his overcoat that had been dismissed upon the floor.
"...Nothing's broken." He reassured and of that much he was certain as his eyes ran over the few objects that had scattered along the floor. Surely they were a sporadic mess but nothing was so much as cracked or chipped. Removing his wand from it's sheath at his thigh, Lucian uttered a levitation spell to float the table upright and then the objects back upon it before putting his wand away. "...Besides Alec, no one laid with anyone. If that were the fact of the matter, I'd hardly have begun with our little harpy and been nowhere near finished with her yet." He said with an entertained smile on his lips. "...now will you pour your guests something more to drink or have we worn out our welcome?" Lucian inquired, sliding his glance over Adrienne and simply met her eyes with a dark, fathomless stare.
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