Fuck you very much

lucas please allow me to introduce myself The look in her eyes was everything, wild, black pools of ink that Lucas could tumble into and lose himself forever. He was frustrated and delighted in equal measure that he was unable to resist her advances, his back hitting the wall and his smile positively wicked. "Even if I am all talk, the things my tongue can do will make you scream," he informed her, his voice little more than an intimate growl given their proximity. Her fingers in his hair urged him down, and he curled an arm around her to press them close, the heat within him building even with disappointingly little to show for it on the outside. No matter. He crashed into her kiss, tongue parting her lips to taste her with hot and teasing promises, while his free hand explored the soft curve of her jaw, the delicate column of her neck, down to cup and squeeze one of her breasts. Lucas needed no breath but he still inhaled her deeply, this firecracker of a woman who seemed like she might just scratch an itch that he'd not been able to reach since arriving here. His hands slid lower, devouring across the curve of her hips, the peach of her backside, and when he parted from her it was with a grin of near challenge. "Lie down." Request? Command? Her choice.