Chapter 4 I Thought I Was Dreaming #2
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied, his voice hard.
The firmness of his answer made her expression shift, though she quickly concealed her reaction.
The question that had been gnawing at her ever since she had seen him with the woman at dinner rose to the surface again. She had assumed the woman was his girlfriend.
“What about the woman from last night?”
"It was a business meeting. I was there to sign some documents. That's all."
Before he could finish, Stella leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Lucius went still for a brief second, caught off guard by the sudden kiss.
Then instinct took over.
His hand rose to her face, his fingers curving around her cheek as he tilted his head and kissed her back. His mouth moved over hers with the same commanding familiarity she remembered, taking control of the kiss as though he had never forgotten how to make her surrender to him.
Stella’s fingers curled into the sheets beneath her.
The more insistently he kissed her, the more her resistance began to crumble. Her body responded before her mind could catch up, yielding to a touch she had spent a year trying to forget.
‘Even after a year, I can't make myself want anyone else but you. Your body is the only thing that makes me feel this desire — like I can finally breathe again.’ she thought,
His mouth was exactly as she remembered.
Soft, maddeningly controlled even as the heat between them built.
He kissed her like he couldn't help himself, catching her lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently before doing the same to the upper one.
His tongue slipped past her lips, tracing hers, retreating, then coming back for more until she could barely catch her breath.
His mouth left hers and trailed down to her jaw, softer now, unhurried, a stark contrast to the hunger of a moment ago. He worked his way to her ear, then her neck, kissing and biting lightly along her throat.
His tongue slid over her skin, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into his hair, gripping tight. He caught her wrists and drew them behind her back, and her spine arched instinctively, tilting her neck further into his mouth.
She let him kiss her, lick her, take whatever control she had left, until she stopped trying to hold onto it at all.
He held both her wrists in one hand while the other worked the buttons of her dress, loosening it before sliding it down over her hips and off completely, tossing it aside. The cool air of the room hit her skin, and her breath caught.
His mouth found the strap of her bra and dragged it off her shoulder with his teeth before returning to her now-bare neck, his tongue tracing over her shoulder, down to her collarbone. Soft kisses, soft licks, slow enough to drive her mad. The trail of warmth he left behind made her shudder.
"Ah," she whispered, her voice breaking as his mouth found hers again, hungry, insistent.
He kissed her over and over, his mouth claiming hers again, before his hand slid to her back and unclasped her bra.
It fell from her shoulders, and he tugged it the rest of the way down her arms before tossing it to the ground, careless, just like he'd done with her dress.
He released her hands and lowered her gently onto the bed, her head sinking into the pillow beneath her. She was so overwhelmed that she could barely catch her breath.
She surrendered to his lead as he shifted over her, bracing himself above her. He reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it aside. He had already changed into his usual clothes for home, leaving him in nothing but his trousers.
His gaze returned to her, lingering on her face as he moved closer.
His bare chest came against her, and her hands moved on instinct, reaching up to touch him, sliding down the ridges of his body. This time she was completely sober and the feel of him beneath her palms was overwhelming in a way it hadn't been the last time.
She tried to hold herself back, tried to keep some control, but it was impossible around a man this handsome. His body was a familiar poison, one she wanted to drink again and again.
Her hands slid up to his neck as she pulled his head down and pressed her mouth to his throat, kissing him there.
“Stella,” He groaned low and shifted his body over hers, his mouth finding her neck, then her shoulder, kiss after kiss trailing down. His tongue slipped over her collarbone and lower, until his mouth closed around her nipple, sucking gently.
“Oh,” She sucked in a sharp breath, her body trembling beneath him, completely breathless.
He gave her no room to recover. She tried to catch her breath, but he didn’t let her.
He stole the air from her lungs, and she gave it to him willingly.
The hunger between them only grew as his mouth moved from one breast to the other, his hand coming up to tease the one his mouth had left behind, switching back and forth until she couldn't think at all.
"Oh my God," she cried out, her body trembling, but he seemed completely unwilling to stop.
"Christ," he muttered.
He reached for the T-shirt he'd tossed on the bed earlier and used it to tie her wrists to the headboard. Both hands bound above her head, she watched his eyes travel over her face, down to her neck, lower to her chest.
Then, he licked his lower lip with a hunger she'd never seen in him before. He looked at her breasts like he was starving, the need in his eyes so raw it made her tremble. Then his gaze lifted back to hers.
"I want to suck on your nipples all night," he said, his voice rough. "I've been dreaming about them for a fucking year, Stella."
His hand moved up her body, his thumbs rolling over her nipples, and before she could even react, his mouth followed, closing around one and rolling his tongue slowly around the tip.
“Oh God…” Stella's whole body shook, trembling under him, but he didn't let up. Instead, his hand slid lower, down to her waist, finding her navel and toying with it — his thumb sliding in slow circles, pressing and releasing.
A sharp thread of pleasure shot straight down between her legs, and her thighs pressed together instinctively, her back arching off the bed. The sensation was so overwhelming she couldn't stop herself from crying out.
“Lucius!”
Lucius’s mouth moved from one breast to the other and back again, worshipping her with his lips, his tongue, leaving hungry kisses in his wake before trailing lower, showering kisses over her stomach.
Stella struggled to keep herself under control. The pleasure was simply too intense, making her shudder despite herself.
His mouth slipped lower, moving from her chest to her stomach. He kissed across her skin, lingering over her belly and leaving a trail of heated kisses. When his tongue brushed over her belly button, she gasped, her body trembling beneath him.
"Oh my God," she cried, her voice shaking.
He let her cry out, as though he wanted to hear every sound she made. He continued until she was breathless, barely able to gather herself.
One hand caught her panties and pulled them down. Her legs were already trembling, and the wetness between them was impossible to hide.
He shifted between her legs, settling on his knees at the edge of the bed. His eyes found her center, and the shameless intensity of his gaze made her whimper.
"Stop looking at it," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her body trembled as she tried to regain control. She instinctively tried to close her legs and hide from his gaze, but he placed a hand against her thigh, keeping her from retreating.
The next second, his fingers found her bundle of nerves.
She cried out.
"Ahhh."
Her body arched sharply, her hips lifting from the bed as the sensation overwhelmed her again.
She was trembling beneath him, completely overwhelmed by the sensations, and he wanted to see her lose herself to them.
He continued to stare at her as his thumb moved over her sensitive spot, rubbing it again and again.
His touch shifted lower for a moment before returning, teasing her until she could barely endure it.
He was torturing her and playing with her at the same time.
"Oh my God... Oh God... Oh my God," she cried, her voice shaking as she struggled to breathe.