Chapter Twenty-Five #2
His words and voice make me shiver, and suddenly, my skin feels too heated, too tight.
I’m spiraling, my mind is drowning in an avalanche of contradictory sensations.
My ass is raw and throbbing, the pain only adding to the confusion of my senses.
The last five blows feel like they are ripping my soul apart, and when I’m done counting them, I’m breathless and mindless.
My body is humming from energy—I’m left trembling and wanting more.
I can dimly feel Lucas’ hand caressing the welts, his rough palm sliding over the heated skin, soothing the fire, yet stoking the blistering heat coiling inside my belly.
“You took it so well, love,” he praises me and his words uttered in the low voice almost undo me.
“You are such a good girl, my good girl.” He glides his hand down to my throbbing pussy and drags his fingers over my soaked folds.
“Fuck, so wet for me.” He groans. Then he grabs my hips to turn me on my back so suddenly my head spins.
I am breathing hard, eyes closed, body thrumming and mind still scrambled from what happened.
When I open them again, he is poised over me, eyes almost black, safe for a narrow ring of blazing blue as they burn into me, feral and intense.
We lock gazes for what feels like eons, chests heaving, the silence only interrupted by our ragged breaths.
Then, his expression shutters, eyes darkening even more until there is only a unfettered hunger, and something akin to hate remaining in their depths.
That snaps me back to my senses and I lift my leg with the intention of kicking him in the chest to make him back off. But he anticipates my move and pins me under him faster than lightning, snarling against my lips like a rabid animal.
“You can’t escape me, is that clear? I won’t let that happen.
” With that assertion, he slams his mouth over mine, hard and punishing while he claws away his boxer shorts with one hand and tangles the fingers of his other hand in my hair to yank my head back hard, making me cry out from the sting.
Once he is bare, safe for his T-shirt, he spreads my thighs and settles himself between them, rubbing his cock over my cleft, sliding it back and forth.
The friction awakens the heat in me again and I moan into his mouth.
He drags his hand down to my pussy and starts to rub his palm over the sensitive spot while he slowly pushes two fingers in.
“...soaking wet.” I dimly register his low voice against my lips. “You already did so well, you’re going to take all of me like a good girl, aren’t you?”
I moan again, my nails digging into his biceps, too far gone in the overpowering wave of pleasure pulling me under.
He bites down on my lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but asserting that I can’t escape him.
I whimper from the contradicting sensations crashing through me.
He breaks the kiss and lifts the hand that was stroking me to his lips and pushes his fingers into his mouth with a low groan.
“Fuck, cara mia, you taste delicious.” He licks them clean without breaking eye contact, his gaze burning into mine with demented possessiveness.
“I’m hooked. I can’t get enough of you,” he grits out hatefully.
“You drive me mad. Look what you make me feel.” He slams his mouth back on mine and forces his tongue between my lips, savagely taking, conquering.
I taste myself on his tongue and although my mind screams at me to push him back, I can feel my resolve failing as my hands that had been pushing against his chest start to fist the fabric of his T-shirt like a lifeline.
He lines his cock at my entrance, the crown pushing in with merciless fatality.
Then he drives into me with one hard thrust, embedding himself all the way in, pushing so deep I cry out in his mouth.
He’s too big, too deep. My mind scrambles. I push against him again, and this time he pulls his hips back. But only to slam back in again. I throw my head back to cry out from the twinge. “Oh god… I can’t—”
“Yes, you can take it,” he rasps out against my ear, picking up the rhythm.
“You took it so well already. You will take everything I give you, you hear me?” He thrusts harder and faster, digging his fingers into my thigh as he lifts my leg to go even deeper.
“You will take me,” he snarls viciously, as he slams into me again and again.
The sensation of him hitting my cervix is hijacking my brain, turning it into fire engulfing my senses. My hoarse cries and his low praises mingle with the wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding.
“That’s my good girl,” Lucas growls roughly against my mouth as he thrusts harder and faster. He hooks my leg over his shoulder to free his hand and brings his fingers to my lips.
“Suck my finger, love. Show me how good you can take me.”
He wraps his hand around my jaw and pushes his middle finger in my mouth, leaving me no choice but to comply. I moan around him, feeling the roughness of the pad of his finger brushing against my tongue, and I can’t fight the wave of heat pulling me under.
“Eyes on me,” he hisses, viciously pounding into me. My eyes snap open and collide with his crazed black orbs. “You’ll look at me. You’ll always look at me, only me, and know that I’m the one ruining you, is that clear?”
I whimper, too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought as his overpowering assertiveness washes over me and pulls me into the abyss.
“Fuck, love, I won’t last. I want you to come for me. Can you do that?” His voice is gravely and rough, barely human.
He pulls his finger from my mouth and reaches down to slip it down my back.
Suddenly he pushes his lubricated finger inside my ass.
The twinge of it and the sensation of him deep inside me is overwhelming and all-consuming.
He syncs the thrusts of his cock with the movement of his finger and suddenly, I am coiled so tight with want that my voice is hoarse from crying out incoherent words.
My senses are overloading, he is everywhere, around me, inside me, it is as if we are becoming one.
Each thrust punches the breath out of me and makes me spiral further and further into a vortex of rapture until I explode.
I shatter in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt.
I shout his name as my body convulses so hard my breath is ripped from my lungs.
I dimly hear Lucas’ hoarse roar as he climaxes too, his cock pulsing inside me and sending another ripple of blinding pleasure down my spine.
We shudder against each other, breath choppy, clinging to each other as if letting go would make us drown.
When I can breathe again, I lie there, chest heaving, eyes closed, not remembering my own name.
I only feel him wrapped around me, and the sting of his hand burning my skin.
His face buried on my neck, his cock still inside me, his hard body pressed against mine, the heaving of his chest mirroring my own.
Our breaths coming out as one, ragged and panting.
My body is spent, my mind is fractured and my heart is a bloody battlefield.
I know I’ve lost the fight. I’ve lost myself.
I turn my head to the side, eyes still closed, and let the tears fall.
Lucas shifts over me, leaning up on both arms and kisses away the tears trailing down my temple.
“Cara mia,” he whispers tenderly against my skin. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest before it cracks open.