The slight flow of blood tingled to

The slight flow of blood tingled to her toes, as her feet were untied. Her legs were drawn together and her body was pivoted and dragged over the bedding until a good portion of her limbs hung off the edge of the mattress. As her hips were hoisted and turned, forcing her to switch her weight from her back to her belly, she gasped. Barely given a chance to adjust, she was yanked lower on the bed until her toes grazed the cold marble floor.
She lunged forward as two hands spread her cheeks. If there was ever a place a woman could be violated—a tongue licked over her back entrance. Unexpected pleasure knifed up her spine. A moan laced with the sound of confusion escaped her. The stubble of a male jaw scraped over her flesh followed by the quick nip of teeth. Then the assault began.
“Lucian!”
Faster and faster, his tongue slid over her flesh. Her cries called into the mattress until she was practically begging for him to finish her. His hand gripped her cheek while his other hand teased at her back entrance. When a wide finger speared the tight pucker there, she shouted with acute pleasure.
Her body jerked as the digit fucked her. Her ankles were kicked out by bare feet, and hot thighs pressed against the backs of hers. The broad head of a cock slipped through the arousal covering her folds, and she experienced the unmistakable sensation of flesh on flesh. That’s when her certainty was validated.
Lucian. It’s Lucian.
She was, without a doubt, one hundred percent certain. Relief and pride washed over her that in those sparse moments of doubt she held strong to her conviction that it was him. Lucian could barely tolerate another man looking at her, let alone touching her. The lack of protection separating their bodies was all the proof she needed to ease her fickle mind. Her body stretched at the familiar sensation of Lucian’s cock pressing into her.
He thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt and lifting her feet clear off the floor. Evelyn sobbed with renewed desire. His thumb pressed deep into her back passage as his cock withdrew and thrust again.
“Lucian . . .” She repeated his name like a mantra, again and again, but out loud. With each vocalization of his name, he fucked her harder. His movements echoed his own manly cries. Grunts and moans filled the air over the slapping sound of sex. Her skin heated and her blood slowly boiled under the surface.
“Say it . . .” he demanded. “Say my name . . .”
“Lucian,” she shouted, her voice now hoarse as well.
“That’s it. Say it. Know that I’m the only one who will ever touch you like this. Me, Evelyn.” He forced his cock deep, withdrew his thumb and blanketed her body with his weight. “Me.”
It was raw and it was coarse, but it was completely honest. His need for her flowed from his body to hers as his heart beat into her back. However she had imagined love, it was not this. This was not something soft and delicate, tied up in flowers and bows. This was wild and honest, durable and true. He loved her, and when his feelings poured out of him like this, it was so potent there was no denying they were real.
His breath beat at her shoulder. Her heart pounded into the bedding. He could be rough with her. She wouldn’t break, and over time he had learned that. She smiled into the rumpled bedding as her body found contentment in this beautiful moment.
“You, Lucian. Only you.”
She gasped as he suddenly withdrew completely. Her body was lifted and flipped. Again, she was lying on her back. His hips pressed between hers and his cock slid home. Belly to belly, they each sobbed at the unbelievable pleasure of being connected in such an elemental manner. Anyone could fuck, but she found it hard to believe many people knew what this felt like.
The blindfold was stripped from her eyes and she blinked into the shadowy darkness of the room.
“Look at me.”
Lashes fluttering, she focused on the dark silhouette above her. As Lucian’s messy black hair came into focus and his dark eyes bored into her, she had the wonderful sense of coming home. There was no need to search for others. They were alone. “I knew it was you,” she whispered with a smile.
“Always me, Evelyn. No one else.” His lips crashed down over hers and he delivered the most passionate kiss of her life. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.” Her knees drew up and cradled his hips. Fingers tugged at the silk tied to her wrists, and the fabric gave way. She fisted her fingers in the air, forcing the blood back into them, then reached for him.
Warm, damp muscle filled her grip as she dragged her nails over his broad shoulders. Grasping his arms, she stared at him. The words were there, but she couldn’t say them. Fear that they might slip out had her leaning up to kiss him.
The urgency eased, but their need only grew. Slow intensity guided them. Her hands explored his body, gripped his neck, tugged at his hair. She latched her leg over his hip, ground her heel into his thigh, and they melded together as if they could somehow pass through each other.
Broad hands spanned her back, lifted her closer as he thrust deep. His strokes, now measured, were delivered in a way that said never forget me.
She never would.
“I love you, Evelyn.”
Still unable to say the words, she pressed her face into his strong chest, gripped him with all the need and affection she had for him, the ever-present, all-consuming drive to be by him, with him, and showed her love the best she knew how.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Sedikit aliran darah tergelitik ke jari kakinya, karena kakinya membuka. Kakinya diambil bersama-sama dan tubuhnya sedang diputar dan diseret ke tempat tidur sampai sebagian tungkai nya tergantung off the edge dari kasur. Seperti pinggul mengangkat dan berpaling, memaksa dia untuk beralih berat badannya dari kembali ke perutnya, dia terkesiap. Hampir tidak diberikan kesempatan untuk menyesuaikan, dia adalah menarik lebih rendah di tempat tidur sampai jari kakinya menyerempet lantai marmer yang dingin.Dia menerjang maju sebagai dua tangan menyebarkan pipi. Jika ada tempat seorang wanita bisa dilanggar — lidah menjilat atas dia kembali masuk. Kesenangan tak terduga knifed sampai tulang punggungnya. Erangan dicampur dengan suara kebingungan melarikan diri Nya. Jerami male rahang tergores atas dagingnya diikuti oleh nip cepat gigi. Kemudian mulai serangan."Lucian!"Lebih cepat dan lebih cepat, lidahnya meluncur lebih dari dagingnya. Menangis dipanggil ke dalam kasur sampai dia praktis memohon baginya untuk menyelesaikan nya. Tangannya mencengkeram pipi nya sementara tangan lain menggoda di nya masuk kembali. Ketika jari berbagai menombak ketat pucker sana, dia berteriak dengan senang hati akut.Tubuhnya tersentak seperti digit kacau padanya. Pergelangan kaki Nya telah ditendang oleh kaki telanjang, dan panas paha ditekan terhadap punggung miliknya. Luas kepala ayam jantan yang menyelinap melalui gairah yang menutupi lipatan nya, dan ia mengalami sensasi jelas daging-daging. Saat itulah kepastian disahkan.Lucian. Ianya Lucian.Dia adalah, tanpa diragukan lagi, seratus persen tertentu. Bantuan dan kebanggaan dicuci atas bahwa di saat-saat tersebut jarang keraguan dia memegang kuat untuk keyakinan bahwa itu kepadanya. Lucian nyaris tidak bisa mentolerir orang lain menatapnya, apalagi menyentuh dirinya. Kurangnya perlindungan yang memisahkan tubuh mereka adalah semua bukti yang ia butuhkan untuk memudahkan pikirannya yang berubah-ubah. Tubuhnya membentang di sensasi akrab Lucian's kokang menekan ke dalam dirinya.Ia menusukkan ke dalam dirinya, mengubur diri ke gagang dan mengangkat kakinya yang jelas dari lantai. Evelyn terisak dengan diperbarui keinginan. Ibu jari yang ditekan dalam ke bagian belakang Nya sebagai kemaluannya mengundurkan diri dan dorong lagi."Lucian..." Ia mengulangi namanya seperti mantra, lagi dan lagi, tapi keras. Dengan setiap Tiberias namanya, ia kacau dia lebih keras. Gerakannya bergema teriakan jantan sendiri. Grunts dan rintihan memenuhi udara atas suara slapping seks. Kulitnya dipanaskan dan darahNya perlahan direbus di bawah permukaan."Katakan itu..." ia menuntut. " Mengatakan nama saya... ""Lucian," ia berteriak, suaranya sekarang serak juga."Itu adalah ini. Mengatakannya. Tahu bahwa saya satu-satunya yang akan pernah menyentuh Anda seperti ini. Saya, Evelyn." Dia dipaksa kemaluannya mendalam, menarik ibu jari dan diselimuti tubuhnya dengan berat badannya. "Aku."Itu adalah mentah dan itu kasar, tapi itu benar-benar jujur. Kebutuhannya untuk dirinya mengalir dari tubuhnya untuk miliknya sebagai nya detak jantung ke dalam kembali. Namun dia telah membayangkan cinta, itu bukan ini. Ini bukanlah sesuatu yang lembut dan halus, diikat dalam bunga dan busur. Ini adalah liar dan jujur, tahan lama dan benar. Dia mengasihi Rahel, dan ketika perasaannya dituangkan darinya seperti ini, itu begitu kuat ada tidak ada menyangkal mereka adalah nyata.Napas mengalahkan di bahunya. Hatinya ditumbuk menjadi tempat tidur. Ia bisa menjadi kasar dengannya. Dia tidak akan melanggar, dan dari waktu ke waktu ia telah belajar bahwa. Dia tersenyum ke tempat tidur kusut sebagai tubuhnya menemukan kepuasan di saat ini indah."Anda, Lucian. Hanya Anda."Dia terkesiap seperti ia tiba-tiba mengundurkan diri sepenuhnya. Tubuhnya mengangkat dan membalik. Sekali lagi, ia berbaring di punggungnya. Pinggul ditekan antara miliknya dan rumahnya ayam meluncur. Perut untuk perut, mereka masing-masing terisak kesenangan luar biasa yang terhubung dalam cara yang mendasar. Siapa pun bisa bercinta, tapi ia merasa sulit untuk percaya banyak orang tahu apa yang ini merasa seperti.Penutup mata dilucuti dari matanya dan ia berkedip ke dalam kegelapan gelap ruang."Lihatlah saya."Bulu mata yang beterbangan, dia berfokus pada siluet gelap di atas dirinya. Ketika rambut hitam berantakan Lucian dari datang ke dalam fokus dan matanya yang gelap bosan ke dalam dirinya, ia memiliki rasa indah datang rumah. Ada tidak perlu mencari orang lain. Mereka adalah sendirian. "Aku tahu itu adalah Anda," ia berbisik dengan senyum."Selalu me, Evelyn. Tidak ada orang lain." Bibirnya jatuh ke atas miliknya dan ia disampaikan ciuman bersemangat hidupnya. "Aku rindu padamu hari.""Aku rindu padamu juga." Lutut menyusun dan menggendong pinggul. Jari-jari menarik di sutra terikat pergelangan tangannya, dan kain memberi jalan. Dia mengepalkan jari-jarinya di udara, memaksa darah kembali ke mereka, kemudian mencapai baginya.Hangat, basah otot diisi pegangan Nya sebagai ia diseret kuku atas bahunya yang lebar. Menggenggam tangannya, ia menatap kepadanya. Kata-kata yang ada di sana, tapi dia tidak bisa mengatakan mereka. Takut bahwa mereka mungkin tergelincir keluar telah bersandar hingga menciumnya.Urgensi berkurang, tapi kebutuhan mereka hanya tumbuh. Lambat intensitas menuntun mereka. Tangannya dieksplorasi tubuhnya, mencengkeram lehernya, menarik di rambutnya. Dia mengunci kakinya atas pinggul, tanah tumit nya ke paha, dan mereka menyatu bersama-sama seolah-olah mereka entah bagaimana bisa melewati satu sama lain.Tangan luas membentang kembali, mengangkatnya lebih dekat seperti ia menusukkan mendalam. Stroke nya, sekarang diukur, disampaikan dalam cara yang mengatakan bahwa tidak pernah lupakan aku.Dia tidak pernah akan."Aku cinta padamu, Evelyn."Masih mampu mengucapkan kata-kata, ia ditekan wajahnya ke dada yang kuat, mencengkeram dia dengan semua kebutuhan dan kasih sayang yang ia baginya, selalu hadir, memakan semua drive dengan dia, dengan dia, dan menunjukkan cintanya yang terbaik yang dia tahu bagaimana.