Sex with Lucien was a cross between the most sweeping romantic movie and the filthiest porn flick: he was feather gentle and filthy erotic all at the same time.
The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.
You’re wasted on the occasional bout of missionary sex with a disinterested man.
No running. Watch her come. Can you see how close she is, Sophie? Lucein rocked his cock into her hand against her backside. See how pink she is. Christ... Lucein whispered. You're even more beautiful, Sophie.
You asked me in Paris how many women I'd loved. I said one. I should have said two." He cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. "As a child I loved my mother, and as a man I love you.
No. No, you're not like him," she spat. "You're your very own brand of fucked up, Lucien.
...It's not okay." He spoke jerkily, painfully. "I will hurt you, and I will leave you, and I will cheat on you.
I've quit. I didn't get your resignation letter. Invite me in.
