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found herself rising to the summit again. This time she wasn't going to let Lucian stop. She wanted him like she had never wanted anything in her life.
    He pulled out of her and rubbed the head of his cock on her swollen sex, inciting her already trembling body. In and out he continued his torture until her body easily accepted him, anxiously awaited him.  
    Her body shook with anticipation.   Relief from the pressing desire was just out of reach.   Lucian knew how to keep her on the edge.   She was breathless as she reached for him.   In that instant, he drove into her, piercing her hymen.
    The pain was quick and fleeting. Her state of arousal quickly pushed aside everything other than the feel of him deep inside her, of his thickness and the way he filled her – completely.
    “My God,” Lucian whispered in awe.
    Isabelle could only stare up at him in amazement.   But as wonderful as he felt, her aroused body needed relief. Her hips rocked against his, and he quickly found a tempo. His thrust grew quick as he plunged deeper, harder inside her.  
    All she could do was hold him as she was swept away on a tide of pleasure so profound, so immense it was incomprehensible.   Their gazes met as her body exploded.   Waves upon waves of pure delight pulsed through her, in her…around her.
    Lucian watched in amazement as Isabelle's body clenched around his cock, urging him to meet his own release. Her eyes were dazed with pleasure, her body dewed by a fine sheen of sweat.   Her kiss-swollen lips parted and her legs tightened.   The last shred of his control snapped.   With her nails digging into his back, he pumped his hips faster, sinking into her moist heat.   The aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock through her, and she clamped down with her inner muscles.  
    Lucian wasn't ready to end the exquisite pleasure yet though. Even when Isabelle's body stopped clenching around him, she lifted her hips and met him thrust for thrust as he plunged into her.  
    Sweat glistened his body as his pleasure built. When he knew he was about to give in to the desire, he stopped and leaned down to suckle at her ripe breasts. Her sighs turned into moans, her nails scouring his back.   He had to grab hold and stop her from moving least he spill his seed before he was ready. And he wasn't near done with her yet.
    Lucian pulled out of her long enough to move Isabelle until she was lying sideways on the bed. He stood on the side and lifted her legs until they wrapped around his waist and then he slowly entered her again. When he was fully seated, he pulled her against him until only her back rested on the bed as he began to thrust.
    He knew with this being her first time she most likely wouldn't find pleasure twice, but he was going to make sure she enjoyed their coupling. He braced a hand on her stomach and let his thumb find her clit. He ceased moving his hips and slowly circled her swollen nub with his thumb. Deep inside her, he felt her clench around him.
    She cried out and moved her hips, begging him for more.   She screamed his name, her head thrashing side to side on the bed as her hands grabbed the blanket.   Her softness met his hardness, tempting him beyond measure.  
    He couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t stop touching her.   She was exquisite in her passion, fiery and giving.   She held nothing back, and he found he couldn’t either.   With Isabelle, he was an open book waiting to show her, tell her everything about himself – down to his most secret wishes and desires.
    “Please!” she screamed, her body trembling as he rubbed her clit faster and faster.
    Lucian wasn't going to deny her. While he teased her clit, he once more began to plunge inside her going deeper, harder than before.
    Just when he thought he would reach his own pleasure without her, he heard Isabelle cry out his name on a half-scream, half-moan.   His satisfied inner smile lasted all of a half a heartbeat before he could no longer