MATURE

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. Lucien takes hold of my hand as he leads me into his house. His mansion is nothing short of a palace, as the gold chandeliers are lit up intricately, beautifying the Victorian-style house. I barely have time to admire the intricate design of the house because Lucien pulls me up the stairs and into his room. Walking in, I hear the soft click of the door as Lucien shuts it behind me. "Finally." He whispers heatedly behind me as he wraps his hands around my hips. His spicy cologne hits my senses as I lean into him with a sigh. Sniffing my hair, he kisses a line up my neck, as his hands caress my body through my clothes. "Lucien." A needy whimper escapes my lips as my skin heats with desire for him. 'Tell me what you want, baby." He murmurs behind me, as his hands knead my breasts harshly, the feel of his strong hands pushing them up adds a layer of arousal to my already hot skin, as I whimper in his hold. "You. I want you." He groans, the sound primal and guttural