Chapter Forty-One
Chiara
Heat is pooling low in my belly, my pussy is throbbing and wet, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.
A loud moan pushes through my lips. I wake with a startled gasp, feeling disoriented and hot.
Slowly, consciousness takes hold and I realize two things.
One, I am in bed and my hands are tied on the headboard above my head with some soft fabric.
Two, someone, no, not someone, Lucas is between my thighs, dragging his tongue over my slit, humming hungrily. I didn’t hear him return. When did he—
“Oh god, Lucas.” I gasp as I wake fully when his tongue flicks over my clit, sending a wave of electrifying pleasure through my body.
I can make out his form in the dim light of his bedside lamp as he is lying between my spread thighs.
He somehow managed to bunch my satin negligee up and pull my panties off without waking me.
He lifts his head with a satisfied smirk. “Hello, cara mia.”
I pull at the ties. “Release me!”
“Uh-uh, love,” he replies, eyes wild. “You’ll stay right here, and you’ll let me eat you, then you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl when I fuck you hard.”
And with that, he goes back to teasing and circling my clit with his tongue.
My breath catches in my throat. I am so close I can feel the pressure build, and my moans turn into pleas as I beg for release.
He licks harder, alternating between flattening his tongue and hardening it to spear it into me until I’m a writhing mess.
Then he sucks my clit between his lips and I fracture.
I come hard, loudly screaming his name. I shudder endlessly while he still doesn’t relent.
It’s only when I raggedly beg him to stop, does he take pity and starts to kiss his way up my belly, then my chest, teasing each nipple along the way, then he kisses my throat while I try to regain my breath.
I open my eyes to find his face above mine, watching me intently.
“Seeing you come under my tongue is the most beautiful sight in the world,” he rasps, his rough voice and the awed look on his face making my heart clench.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek before I can avert my face, and grazes his lips over mine in a tender, chaste kiss.
It’s such a contrast with his words earlier that I’m thrown off balance.
I inhale sharply, and he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and I can taste myself.
His kiss becomes more insistent, his tongue tangling with mine until I melt under him.
New heat is building in my core, and my pussy pulsates with the need to be filled.
I want to drag my hands through his hair to pull him closer, feel his hot skin beneath my fingers.
But my bound hands leave me helpless and unable to move.
“Please…” I beg.
“Please what, cara mia?” His husky voice rasps against my lips as he grinds his hard length against my pussy.
“More… I need more.”
“More what?” he teases, leaning back to smirk down at me. “Be specific, love.”
I moan and writhe when he drags his cock over my pussy, coating himself in my arousal. “I need you…to fuck me. Hard. Please.” I almost sob from the intensity of my want.
“You’re such a good girl, begging so prettily. I’ll give you what you need.”
His eyes are almost feral when he straightens to kneel between my spread thighs, hands gripping my hips to hoist my ass up from the mattress and rest it down on his knees.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, and you’re gonna take it all. You know why?”
His low, rough voice does unspeakable things to my pussy, and I slowly shake my head, eyes trapped by the searing gaze he pins me with.
“Because you’re my good girl.”
Red-hot lust travels up my spine, making me breathless and speechless.
“You will take it all, won’t you?” His voice is a low growl, barely sounding human. I whimper and writhe against him, wanting, no, needing him to alleviate the need in my core. I nod eagerly, unable to utter a coherent word.
He grabs my hips, aligns himself and drives in with a single powerful thrust. My loud moan fills the room.
“Fuuck, you feel so fucking incredible.” He groans, long and rough.
He gathers my legs to drape them over his chest, feet on either side of his neck.
Then he grips my ankle and trails kisses over my calf up to my ankle.
“Look at you, bound for me, offered to me. Entirely mine.” He starts to pull out and pushes back in, hungry eyes locked on my face.
When he leans down and drags his tongue over the spot at the back of my knee, I am so far gone I’m desperately begging for the release he is promising with his kisses.
He leans down farther and I soon find myself folded until my knees are hooked near my ears.
He is poised over me, pounding inside me from above, his scorching gaze never leaving mine.
The position feels intimate and erotic, I can see every emotion flicker over his face—lust, possessiveness, and something dark and intense I am too afraid to name.
My heart stutters. The stance also makes him ram deep inside me, hitting a spot that makes me cry out from the twinge but stokes the fire engulfing my senses.
Each drive punches the air out of me, and my throat is hoarse from crying out incoherent pleas.
Soon, scorching heat pulls me under again and my walls clench around him.
He is picking up speed, railing me into the mattress in hard thrusts, breath ragged, eyes wild and words of praise on his lips.
My release is building inside me until I can’t think, can’t breathe. I close my eyes, sobbing. “I’m so close… Lucas, oh god…please.”
He doesn’t relent, his thrusts become erratic as he pumps in and out with powerful snaps of his hips. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” comes his rough growl. “I want you to see who makes you come, who is ruining you.”
My eyes snap open and my orgasm crashes over me in a sudden and devastating wave, my body clenches around him as I shudder from the force of my release.
His cock swells and then pulses inside me.
He pushes deep into me in one single forceful thrust and follows me over the edge with a loud bellow.
I sob out his name, back arched and eyes screwed shut, as his cum floods me, fills me in hot jets and I see stars dancing behind my closed eyelids.
Our orgasms go on and on and we ride them out together.
When we regain our breath at last, and I open my eyes again, he is poised over me, watching me with an intensity that is stunning me.
He shifts back onto his heels and grabs my ankles to graze the inside of my legs with his teeth, alternating between nips and hot, tender kisses, eyes never leaving mine.
I am still dazed from the earth-shattering orgasm, hands still bound, heart racing and breath ragged. He lowers my legs back on the mattress and leans over me to untie my wrists. When he retrieves the fabric he had tied me with, I instantly recognize it.
“That’s…my scarf.” I frown. “I thought I’d lost it.”
He brings it to his nose and inhales deep, dark gaze locked on mine. He slowly shakes his head. “It’s mine now.”
The words make the air shift. He lays the scarf down on the bed, but his eyes remain on me in a silent claim, the fire in them daring me to object.
For a heartbeat, I can’t breathe as I warily eye the scarf. It may look like a harmless heap of fabric, but I suddenly understand—to him, it isn’t just a sliver of silk, it’s a possession. And so am I. The realization makes me shudder.
He leans down and begins to kiss my forehead, my nose, my lips, and trails lower to nuzzle my jaw. My breath hitches and my heart slams almost painfully in my chest.
Then he leans back, murmuring, “Come, let’s get cleaned up.”
Before I can make a move, he has gathered me in his arms and is carrying me to the bathroom.
“Lucas, I can walk,” I protest, although my limbs feel like jelly.
“Liar.” He chuckles. “Let me take care of you.”
He puts me down in the huge walk-in shower stall and turns on the water.
When steam begins to coil around us, he guides me under the stream and starts to wash me with infinite care.
Then, after he’s dried us off, he carries me back into bed and pulls me flush against him, arms wrapped around me, and my face buried into the crook of his neck.
I drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.