LUCI
A soft growl of frustration left Lucas's lips as Rexanna moved away from him, the Ascended equally as wound up from the side-effect of tasting Bastien's blood, not to mention whatever magic had infected the room. Luckily enough, whilst Rex stepped away she didn't do so without offering a suitable replacement, and as Lily was guided into his lap he leant up, hands gliding along her upper thighs, a crooked smile on his face.
"Using me for my fangs," he muttered. "It's usually something else, granted." So saying he arched his hips ever so slightly, teasing the long, hard length of him against her. "But I think I can accommodate."
If he wasn't stopped, Lucas's hands would continue to roam, sliding over Lily's hips where one would encircle her waist. His free hand drifted up and over the curve of her side to cup one beautifully soft breast, squeezing gently as he pressed his lips against her neck. Fangs tickled against the silken skin there, before sinking in deep, igniting a pleasure in his veins that refused to be ignored.
"Using me for my fangs," he muttered. "It's usually something else, granted." So saying he arched his hips ever so slightly, teasing the long, hard length of him against her. "But I think I can accommodate."
If he wasn't stopped, Lucas's hands would continue to roam, sliding over Lily's hips where one would encircle her waist. His free hand drifted up and over the curve of her side to cup one beautifully soft breast, squeezing gently as he pressed his lips against her neck. Fangs tickled against the silken skin there, before sinking in deep, igniting a pleasure in his veins that refused to be ignored.
