13. Lucas
CHAPTER 13
Lucas
T he streetlights flicker as I pull up to the curb, casting shadows that dance over Serafina's face. She looks up at me through long lashes, her deep green eyes holding mine. I feel a storm brewing inside me, electric and wild.
"Lucas," my name on her lips is a spark to the kindling of my restraint.
"Será," my voice is rough like gravel. The car engine cuts off, leaving us in silence save for our breathing. We don't move. We're caught in a moment too fragile to break.
"Take me inside."
I can't resist. I get out, round the car, and open her door. Her hand finds mine, and it's like touching live wire; my heart kicks against my ribs. We climb the stairs to my condo in a haze of anticipation, each step heavy with the weight of what's to come.
Inside, it's a dance of desire as we shed our layers. My hands trace the curves of her body, memorizing every dip and rise like sacred scripture. She pulls me close, and I breathe her in. She tastes like rebellion and feels like home.
"You're mine," I manage between kisses.
"Yes," she breathes back, and it's all the confirmation I need.
She presses her body flush against mine. My hands instinctively roam over her curves, exploring every inch of her body like I've never seen anything like it before.
Because I haven't. Not like hers. I long to caress every inch of her strong, thick thighs with my lips. My tongue aches to taste the curves of her ample breasts as I suckle and tease each swollen peak. I yearn to grip her tiny waist with all my strength as I watch her ride me, bouncing and writhing in pleasure.
She's fucking beautiful. She's my idea of a perfect woman. Full-bodied like perfectly aged wine. Slightly athletic from all the work we've put in the ring. Those hips that could bear all the children I never thought I'd ever get to have. Soft to my hard - she perfectly balances me.
"You are so fucking beautiful," my fingertips trace circles around her hard, perfect nipples through the fabric of her black lace shirt, eliciting a gasp from her and causing my cock to throb with anticipation.
"Pleeease," she whimpers, arching her back towards me in invitation. "I need you."
I step back for a moment, taking in her pleading expression. Then, with a swift movement that takes her by surprise, I grab her by her hair and pull her head back with a force that makes her gasp. In one fluid motion, I yank down her shirt, revealing her beautiful breasts.
She's not wearing a fucking bra.
She went out in public without a bra.
For all men to drool over her.
A surge of possessiveness overcomes me. I can't explain it - no woman has ever made me feel this way before.
I take in every inch of her – her bare breasts pushed forward, her gaze filled with desire, and her hair artfully resting on one side of her stunning face. She exudes both vulnerability and strength.
And it's finally all mine to enjoy. To protect. To fuck.
"Look at you," I growl softly between clenched teeth as I trail kisses along the shape of her perfect breasts while slowly undressing myself, too. "So fucking sexy."
I guide her backward until she is pressed against the wall. I hold her wrists above her head as our lips collide in a passionate kiss. Our breaths mix together as my tongue explores every inch of her mouth, marking her as mine. She moans into my mouth, and I can feel the desire rising between us like a wave about to crash.
My hand trails down her body, exploring every inch of soft skin before I unbutton her skin-tight jeans. Slowly, I peel them down, revealing her lace panties, and her hips buck against me when my fingers find their way inside them. She's soaking wet for me, and I groan at the thought.
"Do you want more?" I murmur against her lips as my fingers dance over her clit, sending shivers through her body.
She nods eagerly, biting down on her lip to stifle a moan.
"Only if you promise to stop going out braless," I nibble on her nipple before she can argue, teasing her with my tongue. "If you don't want me to kill every man who lays eyes on you, that is."
I wait for her to be taken aback by my demand, but instead, the fire in her eyes tells me everything - my possessiveness turns her on even more. She loves it when I get all territorial and shit.
With a sudden burst of strength, I rip off the rest of our clothes, lift her up onto my forearms, and push myself inside of her.
She lets out a gasp as I enter her, but it quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as I inch deeper inside of her. I guide her hand to her clit and tell her to touch herself, which she does without reluctance.
As I watch her pleasure herself, I can't help but admire the way her beautiful breasts bounce with each touch. She starts off slow, but soon, her movements become more frantic as she becomes more wet and more sensitive.
There's no fucking way I'll ever let her out without a bra now.
I guide us down to the floor, keeping my eyes on her as I continue to watch her play with her beautiful slit. She's straddling me, and I move steadily beneath her. Watching her like this, so out of control - knowing it's all for me, I can't resist any longer.
I pick up speed, pounding into her until we both reach our release with loud gasps and cries that fill the room. She collapses onto my chest, and I hold her close as we catch our breath, slowly coming down from our high.
After a few minutes of silence, she looks up at me with a grin. "Well," she attempts to slow her breath. “Amazing doesn’t even begin to explain how that was."
I let out a soft laugh and draw her in closer to me, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You have no clue how much I've longed for this moment with you."
I take her to bed and lay her on top of me, gently brushing a strand of soft black hair away from her forehead before I kiss her. Her chest rises and falls in a calming rhythm, the warm afterglow casting a golden hue over her skin.
"Serafina," I say, my voice a low thrum in the stillness. "I know."
Her eyes snap open, searching mine.
"Know what?" she asks, but the tremble in her voice betrays her.
"About your family … your last name." It's a truth heavy on my tongue.
The world tilts. This changes everything and nothing at all.
Serafina's breath catches as she sits up, and she flinches as if touched by a ghost. "This was a mistake," her voice chokes with fear, raking across my gut.
"Hey." My hand reaches out to her, halting. "You don't have to be scared of me."
She's out of bed in a flash, skin pale as moonlight, her form silhouetted against the window. The sheets coil at her feet, abandoned like the safety they offered moments ago.
"I'm not scared of you. I'm scared for you," she fumbles with her clothes, hands shaking. "I shouldn't be here."
"Stop." I rise, muscles tight, heart tighter. "Serafina, look at me."
She does, those emerald eyes stormy. "You don't understand?—"
"But I do, mi corazón." I close the distance between us, slow and careful. "I know who you are, what ties bind you. And I'm still here."
"Lucas..." Her voice breaks, but I pull her into an embrace.
"Your family - it doesn't scare me away." I press a kiss to her hair, breathing in defiance.
Her body trembles against mine, a war within her. She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. "How can you say that? After everything you've worked for?" She already knows I had many chances to live a dark life and my constant fight to live a clean one. But none of that matters to me anymore. Not if it means I get to live it without her.
"Because none of it means a damn thing without you." I cup her cheek, thumb brushing over the softness there.
"Lucas..." A tear slips down her face, and my thumb catches it.
"I want you, Serafina. That's not going to change."
She kisses me then, desperate and deep, pouring every unsaid word into it. When she pulls away, her resolve is a trembling thing. "I can't in good conscience bring you to the life I'm bound to. You deserve to be with someone who won’t make you break your promise to your mother."
"And you deserve the choice to do whatever you please and to be loved for who you truly are," I counter, but she shakes her head.
"I have to go, Lucas." Her plea cuts through me.
"Please don't shut me out." My heart sinking like a stone in water.
"I need some time to think." She dresses quickly, movements all efficiency and no grace.
"Okay." I watch her leave, the door closing on us both.
Alone, I sit on the edge of the bed, fists clenched. She needs time and space. I'll give her oceans of it if that's what it takes. But as the quiet settles heavily around me, I swear to fight for us – even if it's from the sidelines, even if it feels like a million miles away.