Chapter 16 #2
The kiss grew hotter. It didn’t take long for her to match his rhythm, anticipating each movement he made. Her hips lifted, searching for more of the delicious friction he seemed to be teasing. She felt crazed with desire, her head spinning as she took more and more.
When he balanced himself on one forearm, his free hand pushing her gown up, she moaned. The sound was so loud that she wondered if it could be heard all the way back at the castle. She found that in that moment, she didn’t care.
Cool air caressed her newly exposed skin. Gooseflesh blossomed, but she didn’t think it could be blamed entirely on the breeze. She lifted herself from the ground when he tapped her hip, and when her bottom landed on the soft fabric of his cloak, she was fully exposed.
“I’m goin’ to make ye feel so good, ye forget all the pain ye’ve ever endured,” he said against her lips, the words a vow that she believed with every fiber of her being. “I’m goin’ to erase every single touch that wasnae from me. Ye’re goin’ to understand that ye belong to me.”
The heat of his body shifted. She made a soft sound of protest, propping herself up to chase his attention. Then, she saw where his gaze was focused.
His hands slid down her sides as he stared greedily at her center.
In a moment of clarity, she tried to press her thighs together, embarrassed at being seen in this way.
A possessive rumble worked its way from Lucas’ chest as he grabbed onto her knees, pushing them apart without ever looking away from her wet opening.
“Nay,” he warned, low and dangerous, his tone sending a shiver up her spine. “Ye daenae get to hide from me. I want to see every part of ye. I want to claim the bits of ye that ye keep away from the world.”
“Lucas,” she whimpered, unable to look away from him.
Another rush of wetness spilled forward as he ran his calloused palms up her legs.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh.
The coarse hair of his beard tickled the nerve endings she hadn’t even realized were there, making the muscles in her abdomen contract with anticipation.
“Ye’re a dream, Flora. I cannae believe that ye’re real,” he said, nipping at the sensitive flesh. “Bet ye taste just as sweet as ye look.”
That was all the warning Flora got before he was moving closer to her center. He left a trail of wet kisses as he made his way to where she was glistening in the moonlight. Then, he stopped just short of where she wanted him most, his breath hot against her sex.
“Please,” she whispered after a beat, unable to restrain herself, feeling addicted to his touch already, even though she hadn’t yet gotten it where she wanted it most. “Please, Lucas.”
“Ye beg so pretty for me,” he praised, stroking his thumbs against her outer thighs before he finally gave in.
The feel of his tongue against her folds was unlike anything she could have imagined. Her body arched upward with the force of his touch. She opened her mouth, a broken moan escaping her lips as she whimpered, “Lucas…”
She was already so wet, so hot, and his attention only intensified the sensations.
With each flick of his tongue, a new flurry of prickles danced over her skin, making her writhe, unsure of whether she wanted to get closer or wiggle away.
Her fingers flew down, tangling in his hair, tightening when he pressed his mouth harder against her.
He sucked at her folds, drinking her in greedily. His eyes met hers, the gray of his iris almost completely absent from how blown his pupils were. She held his gaze for a beat before throwing her head back in pure pleasure.
Lucas groaned against her, shifting his attention higher.
The tip of his tongue brushed over a bundle of nerves, and her back arched off the ground as a wildfire of pleasure erupted in her veins.
Her palms opened and closed, her hips jerking back and then forward, both overwhelmed by the touch and desperately seeking more.
As his hands wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in place, his lips closed around the nub. He suckled at the skin, seemingly worshipping her with his mouth. There was nothing she could do except lie back and take everything that he was giving her.
Quickly, something built deep in her gut. It felt as if there were a coil there winding tighter and tighter as Lucas continued to ravish her with her mouth. Then, it reached a boiling point, threatening to bubble over.
“Lucas,” she cried urgently, her fingers tightening in his locs, pulling slightly. “Lucas, I—”
The rest of her words were swallowed by a moan that tore from somewhere deep in her chest. Millions of tiny explosions detonated beneath her skin, each one more intense than the last. And he just kept up the steady sucking and licking that had driven her to this point.
Eventually, it became too much. The pleasure dipped into pain, and her whimpers pitched up an octave. Sensing that he’d done enough, Lucas slowly removed his mouth and lifted himself up.
“Ye’re mine,” he said as he brought himself face to face with her, brushing some of her hair away from her sweat-damp forehead. “Do ye understand that now? Or need I remind ye again?”
“I think I understand,” she said breathlessly, feeling as though she’d just run for hours. “But I daenae think I could deny a reminder.”
Lucas didn’t answer with words. His mouth crashed against hers, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. As she returned it, she couldn’t help but think that perhaps she didn’t mind being his.