Lucien Lorraine Nudes Novels & Stories

Noah’s whole body trembled. Then Lucien stood up, pulled Noah up and pressed him to the mirror. Noah’s breath fogged the glass. Lucien kissed down his neck, bit lightly, then pulled back. “Next outfit,” he said. Noah looked fucked up already, but he obeyed. Crop tops. Cat ear headbands. Thigh-high socks. Black lingerie that made Lucien groan out loud. A nude set that made Noah tremble because he felt too exposed. Every outfit ended with Lucien touching, kissing, tasting just enough to make Noah feel insane but not enough to finish.

She was beautiful and terrible. Lucien’s detachment was shattered. The clinical artist vanished, replaced by the possessive beast she knew was always lurking beneath. The sight of her, marked and weeping in her chosen colors, ignited him. He pushed her backwards onto the palette table itself. Tubes of paint and mounds of color were scattered and smeared across her back and hair. The rich, oily scents of linseed and pigment exploded around them. He was on her in an instant, his trousers shoved down, his dick, already slick with his own arousal, seeking the entrance he had just painted.

"As many dinners as you want." We talked about nothing important. Favorite childhood desserts. College disasters. A story from Lucien's time abroad that actually made him laugh out loud, the real kind, not the dry corporate chuckle he usually gave. He told us about failing an entire semester of Russian because he kept falling asleep in the eight a.m. lecture, and Maya laughed so hard she nearly choked on her water, and even Vivienne cracked something close to a smile before catching herself. "Wait, you actually failed a class?" I asked, genuinely delighted. "Lucien Knight, straight-A billionaire, failed Russian?"

"And a few centuries of hating me for a mistake I made two hundred years ago.” She tips her wine glass, takes a slow sip, and then slams her mouth onto mine. The kiss is hard and hungry. Warm, dark wine leaks between our lips, tasting like grapes and pure lust. I don't give a fuck that over fifty nobles are watching their Alpha and Luna. They can stare. We look like a fucking p**n show and I love it. My hand grips her slender waist, pulling her against me. She gasps and looks up at me, her pupils blown wide, swallowing the iris. “Careful," she breathes against my lips. "You actually remember how to want something."

​I did a quick mental checklist: ​✔ Still alive. ​✔ Still clothed (in a sleep shirt I didn’t remember putting on). ​✔ Still absolutely, 100% mortified. ​I glanced toward the sitting area. Lucien was there, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He looked like a painting of a fallen saint. Black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were a map of corded muscle and ancient grace. His hair was still slightly damp, a stray lock falling over his forehead in a way that made him look human. Almost.

Arnold moved closer, crouching down until his face was level with Lucien’s. A trembling breath escaped Lucien’s lips. He wanted to turn away, but he couldn’t. His body refused to move. Arnold lifted a hand and let his fingers trail along Lucien’s cheek. The touch was deceptively gentle at first, but it made Lucien shudder violently. Slowly, Arnold’s hand slid down to his neck, lingering there just long enough to make Lucien’s pulse race with panic. Then his fingers dragged further down to his chest, where they pinched his nipples with cruel pressure.

He tried taking off my gown on the way, while I lifted his shirt above his head, before tugging against his hair like my life depended on it. He groaned, putting my back in the floor. I kicked my heels off, and allowed my dress pool at my feet. I undid my hair, and Lucien kissed me again, undoing my bra. His hands slipped into my panties, circling my clit. I bit against his lower lip. Lucien turned me around, making me bend down and hold on to the couch as he unbuttoned his jeans. His cock was already straining against the material. He pushed my panties to the side, rubbing against my clit with his cock.

Lucien pulled away, His eyes glued to my now spread legs as he took in the sight of my uncovered core. Lucien bit at his lip before bringing his gaze back up to mine as he unzipped his trousers, Discarding them to the floor. Lucien lowered himself back down to hover over me once again. I was growing increasingly nervous under his lustful gaze. What if I do something wrong? I am a Virgin after all what if I'm not good at it like the other women he has been with. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready" He breathed as he gently removed my hair from my face cupping my cheek as he did so.

Anyway, Lucien, the center of attention right now, has just finished showering in his room downstairs and has just walked into Juliet's room half-naked with just a brief on. Droplets of water are dripping from his hair, down to his chest, all the way to his abs, and finally to the floor. He looks more like a sea god who has just walked out of his kingdom, his skin glowing in the dark and his biceps glistening. A definition of food worth eating. He is making his way toward Juliet, who is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, dressed in a red nightgown that does nothing to conceal her fair skin and body. The nightgown is both sexy and see-through.

he asked again. “Yes dear, I am sure and I am ready to be made yours.” I said as I caressed his face and looked at him in the eyes. Although it will be my first time, I was not afraid. He has done so much to me and this is the only way I can repay him. The clothes fell off our bodies at a terrifying speed and we were soon only remaining in our birth suits. Lucien has always appeared slim and petite in his clothes so when I saw his naked body, I was shocked beyond words.