Braelyn’s POV
I swallowed hard, trying to school my body reaction in the presence of the succubus, or was I the one turning to a succubus?
His reply left hot and speechless. I forced a smirk on my lips
"That ans I am a bad teacher. You should find soone else, it’s a bad thing that my student cannot concentrate around . How will we achieve results? "
He clicked his tongue drawing soft circles on my thighs. I wanted to stop knowing this wasn’t proper, but at the sa ti, I could not bring myself to.
Lucien got off his stool, his hand left my thighs but I could still feel his touch lingering on my skin. He walked closer, then leaned down.
My eyes flickered, amazed by his towering figure, and my breath shuddered because of the proximity. A waffle of spice and citrus hints at once. He slled good and was too close
Lucien was standing behind , I could feel the heat emanating from . He leaned closer to reach for the laptop deliberately pressing his body against mine.
His intentions were obvious. He smile on seeing my red ears proved that. He was enjoying the way he affected , it was a thrilling ga
My gaze was stuck on his chiselled chin, the way his jaw flexed subtly in a very masculine way.
His lips parted and the words slipped out. "Stare at the screen, Braelyn, and not my face. " He taunted. My eyes went wide, realising how brazenly I had been staring at him.
I quickly made an excuse and darted my attention back to the laptop screen. I cleared my throat, finding it hard to concentrate around him ever since he opened that mouth of his earlier.
"Sothing was in my eyes." I lied and he sneered. I could feel my neck heat up. "I really think you need another guide. I am not great at this." I blurted out. At this rate, there was no way we would actually achieve anything.
"Who said you are a bad teacher? You are great Braelyn ..." He praised, I thought he just wanted to please but Lucien blew my mind next
He started explaining everything I had been technically teaching him for the past hour, exactly, and even adding his own inputs. In so places, he even explained it better than I did
The entire ti his gaze was on the screen. His breath was fanning against my ears slowly and I was shrouded by his presence. It took everything in to concentrate and honestly at a point I was so impressed that his little seduction tactic stopped working
"You really were paying attention...I thought you said my lips were distracting you..." I stared at him in shock. That signature teasing smile was still on his face
"It is called multiple tasking. I can be having devious thoughts about you and still pay attention to every word you say, dissecting it." He released a heavy breath, which hit like a pang on my neck, giving goose bumps...
"After all I was admiring those kissable lips...I didn’t miss a thing..." His gaze settled on my face, hot and searing. I bit my lips, hoping the pain would clear my head, but my curious mind was tempted.
I said sothing I shouldn’t have said. I felt Lucien tense up for a short mont before he replied.
The question sounded innocent because maybe it was just my innocent curiosity. "What were you thinking about? The thoughts that were distracting." I asked and from the way his pupils contracted I knew I should have asked
I quickly tried to smooth things over. "Since we are done today. I think we should stop here. Forget I even asked that question." I tried to evade, about to hop off the stool, when his hand clamped around my waist, and his voice ca out very hoarse.
"You want to know what I was thinking..." He asked and I shook my head. "No it’s fine...." My words turned into a yelp because my butt was suddenly lifted off the stool and positioned on the kitchen Island with his hands holding tightly.
Our gaze locked, and I turned bashful, rembering that night in the kitchen. "You aren’t as innocent as you act Viper. You are truly testing ." I drawled out.
"No I am not doing anything. I am exhausted. Let’s ..."
"Stop making excuses Viper..." He cut off and my green eyes constricted. He held my gaze, the intensity of it made my stomach heat up.
"You want to know what I was thinking about..." His expression turned serious...like he was thinking of sothing he shouldn’t admit out loud..
"Fine, I will tell you, know that kissing you until you are breathless and clawing at my back while I fondle your boobs is the least..." he said unfiltered.
"I was thinking about all the sounds I could bring from those lips. Even if it tortures my cock.." My toes curl with sothing warm pooling between my legs. Damn, even his words were driving nuts. The way he said it with a straight face, staring just at , even makes it more intense.
"Each ti your breath hitches and you clench your legs together. I imagine how wet you are and wonder if it is enough to take in my cock smoothly and even if it isn’t. I wonder if you will cry or whimper..." My breath hitched as many folds clenched hard together, imagining what that would be.
My lips parted but no words ca out. He wasn’t done." The one that plagues the worst is the thought of how many tis Raphael might have fucked you in this kitchen. My dick twitches hard in my trousers, wishing you could rewrite every mory...."
Raphael and I have indeed done it here before, but for him to think that way and even act possessively.
"Right now, as you look at with that look that says all your desires, I just want to bend you over the counter and press your face against it, clamping your neck as I fuck you from behind, enjoying how you cry and moan..."
His words beca so vivid I could not bear to listen. "Please stop." My hands flew to clamp his mouth. He caught my wrist before it ca close to his mouth and yanked forward crashing his lips with mine...
At the sa mont, the door pushed open, and soone ca in. My breath stalled once I saw Raphael. I didn’t know why but out of instinct I wanted to shove him off
His teeth dug into my lips, and he whispered hoarsely in my ear. "Don’t you dare.."
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