Stepbrother. Part 8

The sound of his voice, growling his pleasure, had her forgetting the strange sensation. She would believe him, she decided, running her hands over his head and down his shoulders. Her hips were undulating under the weight of his body, her back arching with joy. "More," she moaned.

He reached down, his fingers tangling in the soft, oft washed shift she wore, pulling on it to rip it down the middle all the way to her feet. The sound was shocking to her, the avid touch of his gaze heating her flesh. "Lucian?"

He could hear the nerves in her voice and smiled against her skin. "You're incredibly beautiful, Kendra. I want to see and touch every inch of you." He moved his lips lower, following the soft roundness of her breast. He heard her gasp when he reached her puffy nipple and felt it tighten in his mouth. His tongue flicked at it and he heard as well as felt her response.

"Oh," she cried, her hands digging into the thickness of his hair, holding him to her. She crie