Lucian stood before her, his c*ck glistening with her saliva, a satisfied smirk playing across his demonically handsome features.
She shivered, her body quaking with a strange, primal heat, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Lucian’s fingers stroked her cheek tenderly, his gaze dark with lust.
"That was a beautiful display, my dear sister," he purred, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Now it’s my turn to taste you."
Isabella felt her cheeks heat up the moment Lucian’s voice reached her ears, his tone rich with an unspoken meaning.
She tried to steady her breath, but it hitched slightly, betraying her. The warmth in her face grew, spreading like wildfire from her cheeks down to her neck.
Without further warning, Lucian scooped her up, cradling her against his chest with a surprising tenderness that made Isabella’s breath hitch.
He carried her effortlessly to the nearby sofa, every step deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment.
The softness in his gaze contrasted sharply with the hunger simmering beneath the surface, a mix of affection and desire that sent shivers down her spine.
As he laid her down, he was gentle, his touch almost reverent. His fingers grazed over her bare flesh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
Her gown, already clinging to her from the heat of the moment, was damp with anticipation, the fabric sticking to her skin as if it, too, longed for his touch.
Her thighs quivered with need, a soft gasp escaping her lips, half surprise, half desire, as she felt the cool air brush against her damp skin.
Lucian knelt before her, his movements slow and deliberate, his blood-red eyes dark with lust yet filled with a tenderness that made her heart race.
She lay on the sofa in a provocative ’M’ position, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, fully exposing herself to Lucian.
Her body was angled towards him, the fabric of her gown slipping to reveal the curves of her voluptuous hips and inner thighs.
The delicate material of her dress clung to her flushed skin, outlining her most intimate areas and enhancing the tantalizing display.
Her open posture and the soft, inviting way she lay made her vulnerability and desire unmistakably clear.
His fingers traced the contours of her beautiful jade-like legs, lingering at the hem of her gown before sliding it higher, revealing more of her trembling body.
His gaze locked with hers, and she could see the hunger in his eyes, tempered by an unexpected affection that made her pulse quicken.
"Your p*ssy is already dripping wet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "I bet you’ve been thinking about this ever since our kiss."
"Lucian, please...don’t tease me like this..." Isabella whimpered, her eyes clouded with lust, her body quivering beneath his touch.
There were moments when Isabella could control her reactions, but this was not one of them.
It wasn’t just the embarrassment; there was a strange thrill mixed in, something that made her heart race and her breath catch.
He chuckled softly, his fingers dancing over her sensitive nub, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
As she parted more of her legs for him, Lucian was entranced.
Without a word, her body spoke to him, an unspoken, instinctive invitation that drew him in with undeniable allure.
The silent welcome was all he needed, igniting a deep, irresistible desire.
Her p*ssy was wet with anticipation, her juices glistening in the sunlight.
"What a lovely little flower you have here," he murmured, his tongue slowly swirling over her fleshy inner thighs.
She whimpered softly, her eyes fluttering closed as he explored her body, his tongue slowly moving closer to her center.
Lucian paused for a moment, his gaze dark with lust as he took in the sight of her, her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Her c*nt, glistening with longing, revealed a soft pink opening that was both inviting and delicate.
The edges of the slit were slightly parted, hinting at the warmth within.
The surrounding alabaster skin contrasted sharply with the subtle blush of arousal, enhancing the allure.
A sweet, enticing scent drifted from her, with the fine blue hairs at the edges adding a touch of innocence to the overall sensuality.
"Isabella, you are absolutely exquisite."
She bit her lower lip, her eyes half-closed as she absorbed his compliments and the intensity of his gaze.
The blend of shyness and longing was evident as her breath coming in soft, quick gasps.
Lucian was eager to taste her. His mouth hovered over her, her soft, pink folds glistening in the sunlight, his tongue poised to give her a true taste of forbidden pleasure.
He had waited so long for this moment, his c*ck already throbbing against his trousers, aching for more releases.
Her breathing grew louder, her body writhing beneath his touch, his tongue darting out, teasing her, his nose inhaling her sweet, musky aroma.