4. Lily #4
When his palm finally slides between my legs, pressing firmly against my soaking center, I cry out, my head snapping back.
“God, you’re wet.” His voice is a rough, guttural wonder. “Is this for me?”
“Yes.” The word is half-sob, half-moan. “Yes, it’s for you, it’s all for you-”
I arch my back, pressing my chest into his mouth. He captures one breast, sucking the nipple hard through the thin fabric of my bra until I’m whimpering, his tongue swirling around the peak before he bites down gently.
I moan, my hips bucking instinctively against him.
He tugs the cups of my bra down, frees me to the cold air and his hot mouth, and the contrast makes me gasp. Then he hooks my underwear aside and drags it down my legs, and his mouth is already moving lower.
He drops to his knees.
His large hands grip my thighs, bruisingly tight, pulling me to the very edge of the counter so he has full access. He doesn’t hesitate. He buries his face in me, his tongue licking a long, slow stripe from my perineum up to my clit.
I scream, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice vibrating through me. “I’ve dreamed about this every single night. You’re so perfect, Lily. So fucking perfect.”
He begins to lap at me with a rhythmic, relentless intensity. His tongue flicks rapidly over my clit, swirling and pressing, while two fingers slide deep inside me, stretching me open. I am a mess of nerves and heat, my breath coming in ragged hitches.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, creating a vacuum that sends a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Lucas! Please!”
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, not stopping for a second. “Just let go for me. Give it all to me.”
The tension builds until I can’t breathe, my muscles tightening, and then I shatter. I scream his name as my walls clamp down on his fingers, my first orgasm ripping through me in violent, pulsing waves.
I shake in his grip, sobbing as the pleasure overflows.
But he doesn’t stop. As soon as the peak begins to fade, he shifts his angle, his tongue swirling in a different pattern, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before returning to the center of my heat.
He knows exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply.
“Again,” he commands softly, his eyes looking up at me with a hunger that terrifies and thrills me. “I want to make you come again and again until you can’t remember your own name.”
He dives back in, his tongue working with a focused, starving precision. He sucks and licks, his fingers pumping inside me in perfect synchronization with his mouth.
The pleasure builds faster this time, a mounting pressure that feels like a tidal wave. I grip his hair, pulling him deeper into me, my hips grinding against his face.
Another peak hits me, harder and sharper than the first, leaving me gasping for air, my legs trembling violently in his hold.
I am completely undone, draped across the counter, shivering under the intensity of his devotion.
He pulls back for a moment, his lips glistening, his expression one of pure, unadulterated longing. He kisses the inside of my thigh, his voice a low growl.
“Three years, Lily. I’m never letting you go again.”
***
Later, much later, we lie tangled in his sheets, my head on his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my shoulder.
“I should feel guilty,” I murmur.
“Do you?”
“No.” I lift my head to look at him. “Is that terrible?”
“I don’t think so.” He brushes hair from my face, his touch impossibly gentle. “You don’t owe Edward anything. You never did.”
“No. But I owe myself more than a revenge hookup with his brother.”
Lucas goes still. “Is that what this was? A revenge hookup?”
“I don’t know what this was.” Honesty. Even now, even after everything we just did, I owe him that. “Everything is moving so fast. Twenty-four hours ago, I was Lily Burton. Tonight, I’m... I don’t know who I am.”
“You’re Lily Maxwell.” His voice is steady. “You’re the woman who walked away from a lie on a stranger’s porch. You’re the woman who just discovered she has a family who loves her. You’re the woman I’ve been in love with for three years.” He kisses my forehead softly. “That’s who you are.”
My eyes burn. I blink rapidly, but the tears come anyway.
“What if I can’t be that person?” I whisper. “What if I’m too broken?”
“Then we’re broken together.” He pulls me closer. “I’m not going anywhere, Lily. Whatever you need, whether it’s space or time or someone to hold you while you fall apart, I’m here.”
“Even if I’m about to destroy your family?”
“Especially then.” His smile is fierce. “I’ll light the match myself.”
I laugh - a watery, surprised sound. “You’re insane.”
“Probably.” He kisses me softly. “But I’m yours. If you want me.”
Do I want him?
I don’t know what I want. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what tomorrow brings or how I’m going to face Elena at noon or what it means to be a Maxwell heir.
But I know this: lying here in his arms, I feel safe for the first time in three years.