Chapter 117

Scarlett The steam clung to the bathroom walls, misting the mirror, blurring everything in my eyes but him. His hands lingered on me far longer than necessary. His fingers trailing foam over my shoulder, my breasts, down to my hips while his other hand was playing with my clitoris. “Uhm… Lucien…” I breath heavily, gasping as my hand was trying to push away his hand that was stretching me and from time to time, he would turn on the fire in me by playing with my clit and thrusting in and out his fingers. My legs trembled. Every of his skin against me left me breathless, and I hated how weak I succumb to pleasure—but at the same time, how I wanted this. His lips drew near to my lips. “Hm? What is it, little wolf?” He was kneeling in the tub beside me, his jaw tense, his touch was seducing and deliberate, and it was even slower now, sending chills to my spine. I watched him biting his lips and his eyes were locked on me, burning, and watching every of my expression as he pleasures me. Seei