Chapter 30 #3
Lucas goes still. Then he shivers, but it’s more violent than that. It’s a whole-body vibration and his mouth falls to my shoulder. He groans, his hand leaving my breast to grip my hip in a bruising hold. His hips surge forward, thrusting roughly against my ass. “Torment. Run.”
I blink. “What?”
He lets go of my wrists and fists a hand in my hair.
He roughly pulls my back against his chest and an inferno blazes to life within me.
His voice is rough, barely controlled. “Run to your loft. Run now. And if you make it to the bed, I’ll fuck you however you want.
But if I catch you before, I’ll eat you out and come on your chest.”
“You’re such an asshole.” My magic thrums in answer to my surging excitement. “Give me a head start.”
He nips me. “No.”
“Fuck!” I rip out of his hold, my scalp burning deliciously. My heart pounds with my bare feet. It spikes when his thudding pace joins and grows louder. Damn his speed! I rip around a stack right when his fingers graze my vest. I’m not far from the loft. I need to make it.
Finally, the spiral iron staircase leading to my destination comes into view, but he slams into me when I jump up the first step.
I cry out, arousal robbing my mind when he rips open my shirt, the buttons ricocheting off the cold metal. The air peaks my breasts and I fall back into his hold, forgetting myself. He latches onto my neck, his hands cupping me, his thick erection digging into my backside.
It’s the motivation I need.
I surge forward and he claws at my ruined shirt. It rips free of my arms and I bound up the steps naked. Lucas’ hungry growl makes me fast and I can feel him just out of reach behind me.
Dismantling the wards on the door is my downfall.
He slams me against the wood. Taking advantage of my distraction, his hands slide freely over my exposed body. He growls, fingers slipping between my legs to rub my clit until I buck. “Oh fuck, Torment. Look at what you bring out in me.”
I shiver and throw my weight back, giving me just enough space to turn around. I rip open his shirt and drag him back to me. His bare chest against my nakedness feels so good, so right. “Look at what you do to me. I’m dripping down my thighs.”
He moans so deeply that it’s more of a growl. I lick at his lips and his amber eyes glint with feral hunger. One of my hands slips free of his shirt and glides down our bodies. “You better fuck my pussy nice and deep when I win.” And I twist the door handle.
The door swings open and we topple to the floor of my loft.
Thank fuck Jinx is nowhere to be seen. I don’t think I could stop, even if she was hissing with annoyance in the corner.
I kiss Lucas, starved, violent. I drag myself back, luring him deeper and deeper.
Lucas kicks the door closed and falls on my thighs to rip them wide open.
The air escapes my lungs when he buries his face into my sex and breathes in my scent, his lips tight against me, so I feel the act vividly.
It’s so primal that I arch, thighs spreading wider.
He kisses me sweetly, like this is a great gift given to him.
Then his tongue parts me and we both moan.
I need to get to that bed. Now.
With all the self-control I have, I kick Lucas away from me. I scramble to my feet, bolting to the wooden stairs that lead to my open bedroom. My lungs burn, but I can’t lose. He’s too close and at risk of grabbing me again.
I trip over the top step and tumble to the floor of my bedroom. I roll over quickly and my magic pulses, my eyes flashing. I grab Lucas’ descending body and arc him over me. He slams onto his back on the large bed.
I rise, triumph humming in my veins. Lucas beams at me, rising onto his elbows.
My magic grabs his pants and rips them to shreds, throwing the tattered remains down the stairs.
Lucas laughs, yanking his gaping shirt off his shoulders.
His black tattoo glows on his arm and shoulder.
I can’t wait to sink my teeth into the flames that licks at the base of this throat.
His cock is a work of art. Long, thick, but not so much that it would hurt me, unless I wanted. It’s just enough to make me want to ease down on him before losing myself in the passion.
I’m going to be sore tomorrow and I can’t wait.
I dive for him, his strong arms wrapping around me. We tumble on the bed, gloriously naked. Our kisses are sloppy, desperate. Lucas manages to roll me onto my back and kisses and licks his way down my body until he hooks my legs over his shoulders.
The moan that rips from my throat is not a sound that I recognize.
Where Valen eats me with a surgeon’s precision, Lucas eats me with a raw, messy excitement that my body pulses with.
He holds nothing back, like he wants as much of me on his face as possible.
He tongue-fucks me to hear me squeal and then noses my clit before sucking it until I’m about to come.
But he doesn’t let me topple over. He edges me, drawing my orgasm out more and more, his honey eyes glowing with excitement to watch my reaction, pausing to observe my sex pulse when I’m about to peak.
But I’m not a patient woman. My fingers twist in his hair, my thighs trembling, and I force his mouth to my clit.
I don’t let go, grinding against his tongue desperately.
I’m gasping high-pitched with every breath, my body like a tight coil.
Finally, fucking finally, I scream his name, peaking so high I’m sure my cry broke through all my enchantments and the city can hear my ecstasy.
Lucas moans, nuzzling me as I come all over his face. My release drips off his chin, his eyes bright. “Oh fuck, Torment. How many times can you do that?”
I laugh helplessly. “Fuck, Lucas. And I thought I liked pussy.”
He smiles broadly. “When it comes to you? There’s no end to my desire. And if you keep squirting like that, I might never leave.”
I reach for him. “Sorry to tear you away, but you’re going to have to wait a moment before testing out my repeat performance.
” He crawls up my body and I practically drag him the rest of the way.
“My next orgasm is going to be on that fat cock of yours, even if I have to tie you to the bed and ride you.”
His grin is feral. “That can be arranged.”
I laugh, releasing his neck and trying to wipe his face clean. He dodges my attempts. “No, I like it.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, but I want to kiss you when you enter me, and I draw the line at dripping. Hold still.”
I wipe his face clean, pausing to linger on his cheek. His eyes are so warm, his body heavy on mine. He smiles and my heart flutters.
His voice is hushed in the heavy silence. “Can I kiss you now, Torment?”
I swallow and nod.
My arms slide around his neck. The first brush of his lips steals my breath. The second makes me yearn. The kiss holds so much unspoken, and when he captures my lip between his, his fingers stroke my cheek. My heart tightens, legs tangling with his.
His erection brushes against my entrance. I shiver, hips tilting in welcome.
At first breach, I suck in a small breath.
Lucas is slow, gentle, teasing me with the tip at first before inching himself deeper and deeper.
The tenderness of the moment is nearly too much, my walls around my heart trembling.
I cup his face, licking deep into his mouth during our next kiss.
He hums his approval before pulling back enough to look me in the eye.
He smiles softly and presses gentle kisses to my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my jaw.
My heart aches and I draw him back to my lips.
My legs wrap around his hips, shifting the angle, and I press my heels down to encourage him deeper. My body twitches when he complies and I whimper against Lucas’ mouth, “Yes. Just like that.”
Lucas shivers, shifting and shortening his movements. “Like this?”
“Yes.” My arms wrap around his neck, my head falling back. I moan, “Oh fuck, yes. There.”
The thick head of his cock rubs that hot spot inside me just right and my eyes snap closed, my back arching. It’s so good. His weight. His size. Then I start to ache deeper and my heels force him closer. “Fuck, Lucas. Cock like this should be illegal.”
He laughs, the sound vibrating until my heart swells. “I aim to please.”
“Then give me more. Lucas, please. Fuck me hard.”
“No, Tor.” His nose brushes mine and I tremble. “I’ll fuck you any time, but right now, I need to feel you, make you remember this forever like I’m going to remember this forever. So please, take me like this. Because I think I might die of happiness.”
I whimper his name and he kisses me, soft, slow, his hips mirroring the gentleness. He whispers in a trembling breath, “Let me love you.”
My breath catches, my eyes filling with tears. “Okay.”
It’s scary, raw, and I tremble with more than pleasure.
But he never lets my mind drift to dark places.
He’s so slow, careful, like I’m something to cherish.
It builds me like I’ve never experienced.
Pleasurable shivers spark into a humming, demanding ache.
I moan and gasp, his lips never leaving mine.
The air is thick with passion, with tenderness.
“Look at me,” he whispers.
I do and he smiles, his eyes dancing. He brings my leg over his forearm to hold me tight against him. “Don’t look away. Keep those eyes on me, Torment.”
My throat works and I obey. The build to orgasm is a gentle tide.
Every thrust, every stroke within me, is felt throughout my body.
Lucas’ eyes never leave me, his smile sweet, and I clutch him desperately.
When my breath catches, his smile widens, and I whimper his name in a desperate plea.
The pleasure shivers through me to tremble my soul, my entire being throbbing with the intensity of it all.