Then Lucien impatiently placed his hand at her hip, pulling her toward him and turned her. He guided her onto her stomach, then lifted her hips with both hands until she was on her knees.
She felt him position himself behind her and then he pressed in, deep and in a hurry.
She gasped into the pillow.
Lucien only gave her exactly one second to adjust, and then he moved.
Nothing slow about it this time. His grip on her hips was firm, and his pace was direct and relentless, each thrust driving her forward against the bed.
Lilian braced her hands against the headboard and pushed back against him, and he made a low rough sound and tightened his grip.
"That's it," he said barely above a whisper.
His hands pulling her hips back to meet each thrust, his thighs against the back of hers. She turned her face into the pillow to muffle herself, and it did almost nothing.
The headboard knocked quietly against the wall. She stopped caring at that moment.
