Chapter Fifty-Five
Lucas
She. Loves. Me.
I lean back, my disbelieving gaze glued to her expressive eyes. My heart is thundering too loud and too fast in my chest, my breath is ragged. She loves me.
“Fuck, you drive me mad, love.” I cup her face and pull her down toward me again.
I groan when she parts her lips to let me in, and I kiss her with everything I have.
I slide my fingers into the silky strands of her hair to pull her closer.
I am feral with lust. I haven’t been inside her for so long and it’s fucking killing me.
I start to get up, but she pushes me firmly back into the cushions with her hands on my shoulders.
“Lucas, let me. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I let out a deranged laugh. “Cara mia, I’m hurting because I’m not inside you.” I reach for her, but she pushes me gently back again, shaking her head with a smile.
“Let me. I promise, I’ll make it worth your while.”
I am barely hanging by a thread, but I’m also curious. So I obediently lean back. The twinge in my rib is nothing compared to the ache to feel her, to smell her, to taste her, without acting out on this all-consuming need.
Chiara stands up and I almost bolt up to stop her and fuck her right on the floor, my rib be damned.
But then she starts to unbutton her blouse and my brain fucking glitches as my eyes follow her slow movements.
I swallow hard, my throat goes dry and my breath comes out in ragged puffs.
My hands are shaking and I dig my fingers into the backrests on either side of me to steady myself.
And my dick? It has been hard since the moment we stepped into the room.
She goes on popping each button, painstakingly slow and teasing and I can’t suppress the growl that spills out of my chest. Then fucking finally, the damn blouse goes flying and she unbuttons her jeans to pull them down her legs.
When she is standing in front of me in only her black lace underwear, I am breathing hard, barely containing myself.
“Goddamnit, cara mia, this is worse than hell and better than heaven. You’re killing me.”
“Mmmh judging from that bulge in your pants, you seem pretty alive to me,” she teases, then laughs when the only reply I can give is a low, strangled growl.
When she unhooks her bra and steps out of her panties, my heart stops. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I rasp through clenched teeth, my jaw locked so tight that it’s a miracle my teeth don’t crack.
She steps closer and goes down on her knees between my spread legs, and reaches for my belt to unclasp it slowly, ever so slowly. By the look on her face, she revels in the torture she puts me through. Fuck, I won’t last. It’s been too fucking long.
“Cara mia,” I warn, in a gravelly voice. “If you don’t ride me this moment, I’ll throw you over the backrest, consequences be damned.”
“So impatient,” she tuts playfully, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down, while I try my damnedest not to come all over her face.
By the time she finally slides onto the sofa and settles over me with her knees on either side of my thighs, I am gripping the headrest so hard that my fingers are numb.
She sifts her fingers into my hair, pulls my head to hers and kisses me slowly, sweetly.
I growl. I don’t want sweet, I want to devour her.
Our tongues tangle frantically, the scorching need consuming both of us.
I release the headrest and grab her hips to guide her over my throbbing dick.
I pause for a beat, locking eyes with hers, wanting her to see that this raw need is not only physical, needing her to acknowledge that this is destiny.
“I love you,” I rasp, still not believing that she said those words back to me.
She is looking down on me, gaze dazed, her beautiful eyes clouded with lust and something deep that makes my heart slam in my chest. I push her down on my dick. Hard.
She throws her head back with a hoarse cry.
“Oh god, Lucas, yes…”
“Fuck, you feel like pure heaven.” I groan.
I nearly come from the way her pussy grips me, but it’s still not enough.
I need to taste her, so I lean forward to scrape my teeth over her throat, then I suck in the soft skin, licking her pulse point, feeling the vibration of her hoarse cries against my tongue as she rocks against me.
I guide her hips with my hands, fingers digging into her flesh to keep her there, to keep her mine.
“Goddamnit, I won’t last.” I groan, my impeding climax drawing my balls tight, the overpowering wave of pleasure dragging me under until my breath comes out in ragged growls.
I dimly register the sting in my cracked rib, but it’s nothing compared to the raw need to see her unravel, to feel her pussy pulse around me.
I slam my mouth over hers and claim it in a hot, hungry kiss, tongues tangling around our moans.
Then I bring one hand up and push two fingers between our joined lips, forcing her mouth to open wider.
I lean back a fraction, breaking the kiss.
“Suck my fingers, love. I want them nice and slick so I can fuck your ass with them.”
She whimpers around my digits, and I push them deeper, gripping her jaw with my hand.
Seeing her lips around my fingers, feeling her licking and sucking them nearly undoes me.
I remove them from her mouth, and she lets out a low protest, but it is soon replaced by a long moan when I slowly push one finger in her ass.
She is so tight, filled to the limit with my finger, my dick, by me. Entirely mine.
“I’m gonna fuck that ass so good soon, and own you in every way, cara mia,” I rasp against her lips. “But first, I need you to be a good girl and come for me. Come for me now, cara mia.”
Her rhythm becomes frantic as she grinds herself on me, faster and faster until she shatters with a loud cry.
Her pussy pulsing around me and her voice crying out my name sends me right over the edge after her, and I come with a shout, head thrown back over the headrest, eyes screwed shut.
My release is shooting out in hard, hot spurts inside her, my hand is gripping her in a bruising grip, holding her there for me to own.
When my mind finally comes back online and I can open my eyes at last, I straighten to look at her. Her face is flushed and her eyes are shut. Her chest is heaving, a drop of sweat is running down between her breasts, and my dick throbs inside her.
Then she opens her eyes and our gazes clash and hold. I pull her close with a growl and rest my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged.
“The sun may fall,” I murmur against her lips. “As long as I have your light to fall into, I’ll rise again.”