Novel & Cerita Lucianne Freesia Paw

Lucien froze, like actually froze for a long second… Noah tilted his head. “You okay?” Lucien cleared his throat. “Yeah.” 7. Knee-high socks and thigh-high socks. Lucien muttered something under his breath. Noah pretended not to hear. 8. Lip gloss. “So you can ruin it,” Noah whispered. Lucien’s fingers tightened around the list. 9. Perfume. “I want one that smells like you.” Lucien smirked. “You smell really good without perfume. But if you want it, I know the perfect one.”

Mia quickly logs in. Kiera shoots me a questioning look. I ignore it. “No wonder he’s not into college girls,” a girl jokes. “He’s too hot to handle.” I almost roll my eyes at the comment. The same Professor Lucien who asked me for a blowjob. If only she knew. "Wow," Mia gushes. "He is smoking hot." Kiera and I lean over Mia’s shoulder. I nearly choke seeing the photos on her screen. Professor Lucien is at a bar or club, still in his work clothes—but his suit jacket is off, leaving only his white shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin.

Now he wants to torture me. He trailed kisses up my chest, across my collar bone, to my neck, where he kissed and sucked. Keeping his one hand on my wrists, he ran his other hand along my body and curves, his fingers aiming for their destination. His index finger found my clit, rubbing gently in circles. I cried out as he touched me, trying to pull my hands away so I could touch him. He laughed softly as he leaned over my ear. "What did I say, Lilith? No touching allowed."

It pulsed weakly, a flicker of warmth against the cold void Killian had shoved between us. Lucia. Her name was a prayer on my tongue, unspoken. I could almost see her, curled in some dank cell, those fierce brown eyes blazing defiance even as tears streaked her freckled cheeks. Her scent haunted me. The smell of wild Jasmine, now tainted with fear and sweat. Hold on, mate. I’m coming.

Something priceless but free? Lucian’s voice stayed low beside my ear, calm and smooth enough to ruin my mental stability completely. I forgot how to breathe. “How about something priceless in worth but free in cost?” My fingers tightened instinctively around Luciana’s carrier. He couldn’t possibly mean—No, absolutely not. But wait, maybe yes. Oh God. What was I thinking? I blinked rapidly and stepped back so fast I nearly walked into the staircase. Lucian watched me quietly, one brow lifting slightly.

I chuckled softly, charmed by the whimsical luck. “Allow me to offer you something as well,” an unfamiliar voice interjected, extending a red rose towards me. Turning towards the intruder, my smile faded as I saw Lucian. Clad in a casual outfit of a white button-down polo shirt and khaki shorts, his messy hair infused him with an air of ease and informality, a striking difference from his usual squeaky-clean and formal appearance. “My Paolo used to give me roses,” the elderly woman reminisced her romantic fervour, her eyes sparkling as she remembered the cherished memories. Lucian’s smile persisted while my gaze sharpened into a glare.

Lucian laid back on his seat so was Alieana. Alieana felt how her heart was picking its speed when she was kissed by Lucian. Her index finger was moving over her lips when Lucian glanced at her. “I am still wondering if you are my Fiona?! But there is nothing I could find till now in you,” Lucian thought in his mind.

The beast needed to breed, to claim what was rightfully his. Rebekah eagerly pulled her dress up just enough to display the sopping wet cotton panties she was wearing underneath, which clung attractively to her puffy pussy lips. Lucien dispatched the offending cloth quickly with the flick of his strong hand, flinging the ripped panties into the far corner of the room with abandon. He growled in a low, dangerous tone as he clasped her thighs in his firm and strong hands, spreading them wide.

He caught her lower lip harshly between his teeth, biting down until she gasped against his mouth—a sudden, sharp punishment. “I banned you from wearing panties in our home, didn’t I?” he growled against her mouth. Rosa looked up at him, her eyes half-open and gaze thoroughly hazed, far too breathless to form a coherent reply. Luciano shook his head, a dark, disapproving tilt of his jaw. He slipped his fingers past the edge of her panties, dragging them over her clitoris. A shudder ran through her when he started with slow, torturous circles, claiming her lips again in a deep, possessive kiss.