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The world was shut out, leaving Lucian and Eloise entirely alone in the dimly lit, intimate cabin.

Lucian leaned back into the crimson velvet cushion, his crimson eyes never leaving Eloise.

The gentle swaying of the carriage added a rhythm to their silence, the tension between them was thick with lust.

He could see every slight movement she made, from the way her chest subtly rose and fell with each breath to how the low-cut gown clung to her curves, leaving little to his imagination.

Eloise sat across from him, her creamy legs crossed with grace, and the deep slit in her gown revealed the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs.

The lace trim of her neckline teased at the skin beneath, the lacework soft and delicate.

Lucian couldn’t help but stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty and the way she moved — seductive, yet sensual, the fire burning between them only fueling their lust for each other.

When Eloise uncrossed her legs, she did so slowly, deliberately, as though granting Lucian a gift.

The fabric of her gown parted, the slit revealing even more of her creamy, smooth thighs.

His breath caught as his eyes trailed up her legs, catching the faintest hint of her black lace underwear, barely hidden beneath the gown.

The lace was thin, dark, hugging her intimately, and from his angle, he could see a teasing outline of her ’camel toe’.

Just above the lace, the faintest wisps of blonde hair were visible, a soft, natural growth that added an air of maturity and raw femininity.

His crimson eyes watched her every movement, and he couldn’t help but remember how she’d tasted, how her skin had felt against his tongue — soft, sweet, forbidden.

Her fingers slowly began to trace the lace trim of her neckline, and he could see her chest rising and falling, her breathing shallow.

Lucian’s eyes glinted with dark amusement as he leaned in, his voice low and seductive.

"If you want me to show you again, aunt," he whispered, the heat in his words unmistakable, "you only need to ask."

Eloise’s sultry eyes flickered with something dangerous, something wicked.

She leaned forward, her full lips parting ever so slightly as she gazed at him.

The dim light inside the carriage cast a sultry glow across her features, enhancing the allure of her flushed cheeks and the hunger that now shone in her eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, Lucian lifted the glass of wine to his lips, but instead of drinking, he let the rich liquid pool in his mouth.

He watched her closely, noting how her breath quickened in anticipation, the rise and fall of her chest becoming more pronounced beneath the thin fabric of her gown.

Eloise’s lips parted further, her tongue brushing lightly against them as she waited, her anticipation growing with each passing second.

Lucian leaned in, his face inches from hers, the tension thick between them.

His lips brushed hers softly at first, teasingly, before pressing harder.

He tilted his head, the warmth of his body enveloping hers as the wine spilled from his mouth into hers.

She gasped softly at the sensation, her tongue meeting his as they shared the rich taste of the wine, their mouths mingling not only with the liquid but with the heat of their desires.

The kiss deepened, growing more intense with each passing second, and the wine mixed with their shared saliva, a decadent, forbidden blend of sweetness and lust.

Mppphhh~

Eloise groaned softly as her tongue eagerly danced with his, her moans vibrating against his mouth as she swallowed the wine he fed her.

The sensation of her lips, soft and wet, pressed against his sent a wave of heat through his entire body.

He kissed her deeply, savoring the intoxicating mix of flavors — the wine, her lips, the faint taste of desire that lingered on her tongue.

As he pulled away, his lips still brushing against hers, the space between them filled with their mingled breaths.

The air felt heavy, laden with lust. Eloise’s eyes fluttered open, her emerald gaze darkened with need, her breaths shallow and quick.

But Lucian wasn’t done. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his fingers grazing the soft, exposed skin just above her hips.

His lips hovered near her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You taste even better than the wine," he murmured against her ear, his voice a dangerous purr.

Without hesitation, Eloise’s hands moved on instinct, wrapping around Lucian’s head, her fingers threading through his hair.

The feel of his silky strands slipping through her fingers sent a wave of pleasure through her, a prelude to the kiss that she so desperately craved.

She pulled him closer with an urgency that surprised even her, but Lucian didn’t resist.

His lips met hers in a searing kiss, their mouths colliding with a hunger that neither could deny.

Her lips crashed against his, soft but demanding, the force of the kiss igniting a new fire between them.

There was nothing gentle about the way their tongues tangled, the way her mouth devoured his.

Eloise kissed him deeply, desperately, as though the taste of him was something she had been starved for, and now that she had it, she couldn’t get enough.

Her tongue swept against his, exploring every inch of his mouth, tasting the remnants of wine and the warmth of his saliva that mingled with her own.

Lucian’s grip on her waist tightened, his strong hands pulling her closer, guiding her until she was straddling him, her legs draped on either side of his thighs.

Her body was light in his hands, soft and pliant, like a willow bending in the wind.

Her skin felt warm beneath his touch, and he marveled at the contrast between her delicate softness and the hunger that burned so fiercely inside her.

As she settled into his lap, the delicate lace trim of her gown brushed against his inner thigh, the sensation sending an electric pulse through both of them.

But it was the unmistakable hard c*ck beneath her that made Eloise gasp, her body shuddering with anticipation as she felt his fat mushroom head pressing against her.

The pressure of him beneath her was both tantalizing and maddening, sending a wave of heat through her as she instinctively began to grind herself against him.

Eloise moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips as her body trembled with desire.

Her lips didn’t part, but the moans grew louder, more insistent, as she pressed herself harder against him, seeking more of the delicious friction that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Lucian’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her motherly breasts through the fabric and running his fingers across her hardened nipples.

Nhmmm~ Mphh~

Eloise moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, desperate for release.

Lucian’s hand slid accross her neckline, gently squeezing her neck as he bit down on her lip.

As her breath hitched, Eloise’s hands frantically beat against Lucian’s broad shoulders, her fingers clawing for release, but he only tightened his grip around her throat, savoring the sight of her wide, desperate eyes and flushed face.

Her lips parted in a silent plea for air, the fluttering of her chest quickening, but Lucian’s dark gaze remained fixed on her, reveling in her helplessness.

shlurp~ lick~

His tongue wrapping around her pink tongue, and he sucked on it as he choked her.

Eloise’s muffled moans grew louder and louder, as she felt the heat surging in her lower abdomen, but the lack of oxygen made her unable to breathe.

But this only highlightened her sensitivity as Lucian continued to ravage her mouth.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and gripped it tightly to prevent her from moving her mouth as he continued to double assault her.

Her eyes watery, her saliva rolling down her mouth, but her tongue continued her fight with Lucian’s for dominance.

As Lucian pulled away his mouth from her, her eyes were all watery, and she struggled to take a deep breath.

Lucian’s hands still holding her tightly, his lips curled into a smirk, "so, you like being choked, huh,?"

His words sent shivers down her spine as she shook her head weakly, breathing heavily.

Lucian raised an eyebrow in amusement, his crimson eyes darkening with desire, "but your body tells me otherwise."

Eloise was gasping for air, her face flushed, her emerald eyes hazy with lust.

Her hands were on his shoulders, her body pressed against his as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Huff... Huhh... Y-you’re so ro-rough..." Eloise gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, her lips swollen and slick from their heated exchange.

Lucian’s smile took on a wicked edge. "I heard you enjoy it rough," he murmured, his tone dark and mocking.

"What—" she began to question, but before she could finish, Lucian sealed her lips with another intense, unyielding kiss, silencing her with a fierce demand that left no room for further words.

She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against him as he tasted every inch of her of her mouth.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss.

Lucian’s hands roamed over her curves, sliding along the smooth fabric of her gown, exploring every inch of her.

His tongue flicked against hers, teasing and tantalizing as he slowly deepened the kiss.

His hands slid down her neck, into her chest, cupping her breasts gently.

Eloise gasped against his mouth, her back arching as he kneaded her tender flesh.

Her breathing grew uneven, her skin flushed with heat as his fingers relentlessly worked over her.

Her nipples jutted out sharply through the lace of her gown, and he could feel the sensitive bumps of her areolas under his touch.

He continued to knead and squeeze her, savoring every reaction from her, the pleasure evident in her ragged breaths and flushed skin.

She arched her back, her head tilting back to expose her neck as she moaned in pure pleasure.

Lucian broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her throat, his tongue flicking over her creamy skin with a tantalizing touch.

He bit down roughly on her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh and sending jolts of intense sensation through her body.

Ahhh~

Her moans grew louder as he savored the taste of her skin, his hands gripping her tighter, drawing out every quiver of pleasure from her.