Knight and Sleigh: An Erotic Lucien Knight Christmas Novella Read Online Free Page B

truly great book? He read beautifully, of course. Expressive and unhurried, as though he too knew the text well. Just watching him and listening to him was more pleasurable foreplay than hanging-from-the-chandeliers sex with any other man on the planet.  
    After a while, Lucien switched the book into his other hand and slid his arm beneath the blanket to palm her breast, closing his fingertips over her nipple and playing with it slowly without missing a beat of the story.  
    Sophie’s thoughts were wandering blissfully. ‘Heathcliff’s life didn’t start until he found Cathy,' she reflected poetically. 'His life was pale. Ethereal and unsubstantial, like a dream of mist on the moors until she was his.’  
    She hadn’t realised she spoke it aloud, lost as she was in the classical beauty of the story coupled with the sexual kick of Lucien touching her beneath the throw, until he stopped reading to glance down at her.  
    ‘I seem to have a lot in common with poor fucking Heathcliff.’    
    Sophie couldn’t help laughing at the parallel Lucien had drawn in his own succinct way.  
    In many ways she supposed he was right. Their own story shared some of the characteristics of the famous love story in his hands. Lucien had been an isolated man, someone who kept his own counsel and lived life by his own skewed set of rules. Being with Sophie had changed him in many aspects, but not so much that he wasn’t still the unpredictable, proud man who could command a room just by being in it. And the remote, stormy setting of the Yorkshire moors… well it certainly had isolation, exposure and the wildest of beauties in common with this part of Norway.  
    Lucien’s large hand flattened out over the bump of her ribcage then stroked lower over the curve of her stomach, warm and assured.  
    'My life was so empty before you,’ he whispered, then slipped his hand over her mound and cupped her between the legs, firm and territorial. It was an action that said “mine”. Mine in every last fucking way.  
    'I love the heat of you in my hand like this.' He rocked his hand, the heel of his palm insistent and deliberate over her freshly waxed mound.  
    ‘Open your legs for me, Sophie.’  
    She moved her head in his lap as she let her legs fall open, and the silken slide of her hair against the rough denim of his jeans sent a shiver down her spine, making her grind the back of her head against him to tease him. Lucien’s denim encased cock pressed against the side of her cheek. She blew out a breath against his stomach and felt his cock jump in response.  
     ‘It seems to me,’ she slid down his zipper with her teeth, ‘That all being equal, you should spent the next twenty-four hours naked too.’  
    He freed himself from his clothes, and settled back against the sofa, his fully erect cock standing proud.  
    ‘Trying to call the shots, Sophie?’  
    Air force blue eyes stared into hers. In this mood, Lucien was lethal. Deliciously lethal.  
    ‘Don’t you think it could be distracting to have me fucking hard and ready for you all of the time?’  
    ‘I’d climb you like a tree,’ she said, then started to laugh under her breath. ‘Like a Christmas tree.’  
    He raised his eyebrows.  
    ‘I’m not sure Cathy would have dared be so suggestive to Heathcliff.’  
    Sophie palmed the thick base of his cock.  
    ‘I don’t think I’d have dared before you, either.’  
     Something close to pride warmed his gaze as he shifted a little, tilting his hips as her fingers closed around his shaft.  
    ‘Remind me to punish you later for stepping out of line.’  
    She smiled, and then gasped and arched as he fucked two fingers deep into her.  
    ‘What will you do?’ she said, when she regained the power of speech.  
    He watched her wank him slowly, her breath warm over his balls. Between her legs, he splayed her lips wide and gave her clitoris his attention, fast, purposeful flicks with his middle finger