Chapter 27
Aftermath of the Flight
Island. Midnight. Stars sharp above. The air is thick with salt, heat, and sex waiting to happen. The villa doors slammed shut behind us.
I didn’t wait.
One arm around her waist, the other in her hair, her heels clicking against tile as I shoved her against the wall, mouth crushing hers like oxygen.
“You’ve been driving me insane for five hours” I growled.
She grinned, breathless. “You looked so calm, though.”
I pressed my thigh between hers, grinding. “That was survival mode, Maddison.”
“Are you in danger now?”
My hand slid under her hoodie, finding bare skin. No bra.
I swallowed hard. “You are.”
And then I dropped to my knees.
***
She gasped, stumbling, hands catching my shoulders. “What are you…”
“Returning the favour.” My fingers hooked her leggings, dragging them down slowly.
“You got me high above the clouds, baby girl. Now I’m going to eat you until you forget your name.”
Her moan cracked the air.
I buried myself between her thighs like a man starved. No tease. No mercy. Just tongue and teeth and pure possession.
“Fuck, Lucas..”
That’s right. Say my name.
Her leg hitched over my shoulder. My grip locked, holding her to the wall as I devoured her, grinding her hips against my mouth, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out.
Her thighs trembled. Her hands yanked my hair. She begged, pleaded, tried to pull away. I growled into her heat and pinned her harder.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.”
She looked down, pupils blown, lips parted. “Y-you’re insane.”
I grinned. And fucked her with my tongue.
She broke. Screaming, shaking, eyes rolling back. Tears streaked her cheeks. I dragged her through every aftershock, past pleasure, into overstimulation until she collapsed against the wall, sobbing my name.
I kissed her thigh, voice dark. “Next time, I’ll tie you up and see how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”
Her wrecked smile lit the room. “Promise?”
***
Then she was on me. Shoving me down onto the throw rug, straddling my hips, red hair falling like fire.
“Don’t move,” she growled.
Fuck.
Her dress hit the floor. She ground down against me. Bare, hot, slick. My cock jerked.
“Maddy, wait…we need a condom. I’m shit at pulling out.”
Her grin was wicked. “Then don’t.”
My heart slammed. “Maddison…”
“Lucas,” she whispered, sinking onto me raw, “I’m not some fantasy anymore. I want you. All of you.”
Heat. Tight. Bare.
I groaned so loud the gods heard it.
She rode me slow at first, then harder, desperate, nails clawing my chest. There was nothing sweet. It was wild. Messy. Ours.
“I want to keep you like this,” she panted, forehead pressed to mine. “Inside me. Forever.”
I thrust up hard, making her cry out. “Then take it. Take everything.”
Her rhythm faltered. She was close. So was I.
I flipped her beneath me, slamming deep, losing all control.
“Gonna come inside you,” I panted. “Fuck, Maddy, I can’t…”
“Do it.” Her nails dug deep. “Fill me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
That was it.
I broke. Buried myself to the hilt, coming hard, moaning her name into her throat. She shattered with me, screaming, clutching me like forever.
We collapsed, sweat-slick, tangled.
***
She curled on top of me, trembling. My hands stroked her back, my lips brushing her temple. The panic flickered. Too raw. Too real. Too much.
“Are you okay Maddy?” I whispered.
She lifted her head. No fear. No doubt. Just that grin.
“I’ve never been better, baby.”
Relief hit like a wave.
“And you?” she teased.
I hesitated. “I didn’t mean to, I should’ve pulled out”
“You didn’t.” Her smile turned smug. “And it was hot.”
I stared. “You’re actually insane.”
She kissed my neck. “So are you. It’s why we fit.”
And God help me, I think she’s right.
Because for the first time in years, I wasn’t thinking about Towers or blood.
I was thinking about her.
Just her.
And the terrifying, beautiful truth rising in my chest like a secret I can’t bury anymore: I might be completely fucked.
In every possible way.