Like What You See, Nephew? [R18]
As Lucian pulled back, his lips slick with their mingled saliva, he reveled in the dark satisfaction of the bite marks marring Eloise's neck.
The vivid red bruises contrasted sharply with her pale skin, a mark of the intense passion they was sharing.
The sight of her flushed skin and the rapid rise and fall of her chest thrilled him, fueling his sadistic delight.
Eloise's breath came in ragged, sultry gasps, her chest heaving with every breath.
Her eyes, dark with a mix of defiance and anticipation, met his with a smoldering intensity.
She arched her back, offering him a more tantalizing view of her exposed flesh, her posture a silent invitation.
Lucian's hands roamed over her body with deliberate slowness, each touch brimming with dark desire.
His fingers skimmed over the lace of her gown, teasing the skin beneath.