Lucien Lorraine Nudes Novels & Stories

Lucien turned us around so that I was lying on the bed, and he was on top of me. His hands started lifting my shirt but stopped. "Do you want me to continue?" Lucien asked "Yes," I whispered, and he lifted my shirt, removing it from my body. Lucien's eyes went from my eyes to my breast. His intense stare made me nervous, and I lifted my hands to cover my breast. "Don't hide from me. You are beautiful," Lucien said, and I put my hand to my side. Lucien kissed my lips softly before he started sucking on my breast while one of his hands played with my nipples, causing me to moan from the feeling.

Aurelia’s POV Lucien descended the stairs, and my breath hitched in my throat. He had discarded his tailored suit, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He was entirely shirtless. His chest and broad shoulders were a canvas of dark, intricate ink—a sprawling, lethal masterpiece of geometric tribal patterns that wrapped around his left arm like armor, bleeding into a highly detailed shadow of a roaring lion across his pectoral, its jaws open right over his heart.

Hearing those words, Cynthia felt nothing but disgust. This man was truly a scoundrel! Her voice was filled with fury and resentment as she demanded, "Are you trying to force yourself on me again?" Lucien didn't respond immediately. Instead, his lips brushed against her neck, tracing a slow, feather-light path across her skin—gentle yet scorching, leaving an undeniable heat in their wake. His voice came as a murmur against her ear, teasing yet laced with something deeper. "That night, if I remember correctly, it was me who had my clothes ripped off. You were the one who forced yourself on me."

He was a beautiful man perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had the appearance that could make him stand out in any large gathering. He had a thing for sleeveless shirts that revealed his muscular arms but that wasn't an option for the occasion. Several photographers had caught him on camera in this outfit and taken the liberty of posting the pictures on the internet. The comments that followed were majorly from ladies which had earned him the tag of a playboy. He could pass for a ladies man but Rio was more of a one woman guy. He never fantasized the idea of frolicking with many women.

I closed my eyes leaning on the edge of the pool, letting the water bubble around me, I dipped my body to my head into the water, before I floated back up, washing my eyes open and getting a whiff of a too-familiar scent, I was not alone anymore. As the person Standing and staring a few feet away from me was Lucien, he looked like had just come back from running and needed a warm bath. “Lucie-My lord-I” I tried to speak out from my small stutter, but he just waved me off, I looked down to see him taking off his pants leaving his cock bare, Was he crazy? Did he not see me here?! I panicked on my mind, as I couldn’t turn my face fast enough and caught a glimpse of his member, it made me blush

“Don’t hide from me. Not tonight.” His fingers found the zipper on the side of my dress and pulled it down with deliberate slowness. The fabric whispered as it fell, pooling at my feet. I stood there in nothing but black lace underwear, fighting the urge to cover myself. Lucien’s eyes darkened. “Exquisite,” he breathed. He circled me once, like he was admiring something he now owned. Then he stopped in front of me and unhooked my bra, letting it drop. My nipples tightened instantly under his gaze. He hooked his fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me completely bare.

His tongue ran over her inner thigh, his hands on her waist as legs wobbled the closer he got to the spot. His mouth hovered close, his hot breath soaking into the lace as he dragged his tongue slowly along the seam, pressing over her clit. The material clung damply to her skin with every lick and open-mouthed kiss he placed right there. Lucien sucked gently at the fabric, pulling it between his lips, tasting her arousal through it while his hands gripped her hips to hold her steady. She whimpered, her fingers threading into his hair and her knees trembling as he worked her over the underwear in long strokes of his tongue that made the fabric translucent.