Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Dawson
Just when I think I've seen every side of Lucia, she continues to surprise me.
Watching her melt into my mattress, dazed and shivering from her orgasm, does something feral to my chest. I can't look away from her flushed skin. Knowing how wet she is for me has my cock throbbing, a heavy, demanding ache that tells me to rip my pants off and sink straight into her.
I trail my fingers up her torso instead, taking my time as I pop the last three buttons of her shirt.
I push the fabric wide, and the first real sight of her curves has my jaw clenching.
It’s too much. She’s too perfect. I know I’m claiming a lot of firsts tonight, and if I’m going to make her completely mine, I can’t rush it.
I can't overwhelm her. I have to build the fire back up until she’s begging me for relief.
Moving up her body, I press a slow, open-mouthed kiss right to her belly button. She flinches instantly, her lower stomach trembling beneath my lips. I don't miss the way she sucks in a breath as I lick the salt of her sweat.
Is there an inch of her body that isn't sensitive?
"Delicious." Giving her a smile only makes that blush of hers grow darker.
I crawl higher, dragging my heavy frame up the length of her body until I'm hovering right over her perfect breasts.
My hips grind forward on instinct, desperately seeking some kind of relief.
One hard thrust of my pelvis against her thighs, and I can already feel the slick warmth of her juices soaking straight through the front of my pants.
Just to make sure such sweetness reaches my cock, I roll my hips against her again, heavy and deliberate, earning a soft, breathless gasp that vibrates right into my chest.
"All mine..." I hum the vow against her skin, my mouth finally finding one perked-up nipple.
Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I circle the tight little bud with the tip of my tongue before sucking it deeply past my lips. Her back arches instantly, her head tilting back into the pillow as a whimpering sigh breaks from her lips.
Fuck me, I hit the lottery with Lucia. I'm never going to be able to let her go. Not even a ring will be enough. I'm going to have to become her shadow so no one thinks about taking what is mine.
I cup her other breast in my palm, squeezing the heavy weight of it as I pinch and roll her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I use my mouth and my hands in tandem, fueling the fire, slowly working her back up to the edge before she even has a chance to recover.
Continuing to roll my hips, I'm soon panting against her skin. At this rate, I'm going to ruin my pajamas.
"Need inside..." Murmuring the words, I pull my hand away to push it between us.
Shoving my pants down, finally freeing my cock into the cool air of the bedroom.
The relief is instant, but the need is deafening.
I line myself up, and the very first thrust—just the heavy, gliding rub of my bare length against her drenched, swollen lips—is so intense it has me seeing colors behind my eyelids.
If I have to beg her to let me bury myself to the hilt, God help me, I'll do it.
Thankfully, the bare friction has her gasping. She's parting her thighs on her own, lifting her hips each time my weeping tip grazes her entrance. Even if she's never done this, her body already knows what it wants.
"Lucia," I rasp, my voice a gravelly, demanding friction of its own. "Tell me it's okay. Tell me I can take something this precious. Fuck, please."
She lets out a shaky, desperate whimper, her fingers knotting into the sheets. She looks up at me, completely undone, her chest heaving as she swallows hard. "Yes, Dawson. I want you. Do it."
Her words may as well be a lit match to gasoline.
Hitting my limit, I wrap my fingers around my swollen arousal, guide it to her opening, and slowly push forward. Letting her feel every inch of the stretch as I sink inside.
Her tight walls immediately clamp down against the intrusion, choking me out.
But she's still so slick from her previous orgasm that the friction carries me deeper, burying me into an unbelievable, suffocating heat.
I'm the one who lets out a ragged, choked breath, my hands gripping the mattress on either side of her head so hard my forearms ache.
She’s entirely quiet, but only because she’s biting her lower lip. The pain of the stretch is undeniably there, her body trembling beneath mine as her uninjured leg tightens desperately against my side.
"I know, baby. I know," I soothe in a rough, gravelly whisper. I lean down, pressing a tender, heavy kiss to her temple to distract her, my thumb dragging across her jaw to force her to release her lip. "Just breathe for me. Let it go."
The exact moment she exhales and relaxes beneath me, I pull back just an inch—and then drive forward.
With one sharp, deep, unyielding thrust of my pelvis, the thin barrier of her innocence gives way, popping beneath the heavy urge of my weight as I bury myself to the absolute hilt.
A tiny, choked cry breaks from her lips, but I catch it instantly with my mouth.
I kiss her deeply, hungrily, drinking down her pain and replacing it with the slow, heavy, possessive rhythm of my body finally making her mine.
As the initial shock of the stretch fades from her beautiful face, I slow the kisses down, letting my lips brush against hers in a long, grounding caress until I feel the tight tension in her shoulders begin to melt.
"That's it," I rumble against her mouth, my chest expanding against her soft breasts. "You're doing so well for me."
Now that I'm buried fully inside her, the need to move is a roaring demand in my blood, but I keep myself still for as long as I possibly can.
I reach down, my large hand sliding beneath the small of her back to cup the curve of her ass.
Carefully, I lift her hips just a fraction, angling her pelvis perfectly against mine to protect her bad ankle while maximizing the friction.
Then, I draw back, sliding out to the very tip before driving forward again.
This time, the angle changes everything. I hit a sweet, hidden spot deep inside her, a tight knot of nerves that makes her entire body shudder.
"Dawson—"A loud, uninhibited moan breaks from her lips, pulled from within. Her fingers instantly claw into my shoulders, her uninjured leg wrapping tightly around my waist to pull me closer. "Oh God—"
"Yeah, right there?" I slowly lose myself as the tight, wet squeeze of her walls nearly takes my knees out. To find my own answer, I thrust again, purposely hitting the same spot with a similar result.
Give me a few of these sessions, and I’ll learn every spot that makes her weak like this.
Losing myself entirely in the intoxicating heat of her body, I drive my hips into hers with a heavy, unyielding pace. Every thrust is deep, possessive, and dripping with wet friction.
Lucia is panting, her head tossed back against the mattress as the friction winds her up too fast. Her chest heaves, her glossy skin glistening under the dim light as she reaches her limit for the second time tonight.
"Dawson, I can't. I'm going to—"
Biting my lip hard, I drive in hard, bottoming out against her. Lucia cries out, her eyes rolling back as her entire body goes rigid. Her tight inner walls convulse around my cock, clamping down in a milking that feels so incredible it makes me see stars.
Watching her crumble beneath me is the final blow to my own sanity.
The white-hot sensation coils tight in my groin, and I can't hold it back for another second. I let out a deep, guttural moan as I reach my limit.
I lock my hips flat against hers and unleash my hot, thick release deep inside her, filling her completely.
The aftershocks ripple through both of us, leaving me entirely breathless and spent.
Slowly, carefully, I shift my bulk so I don't crush her, rolling to the side while keeping her pulled securely against my chest. Her uninjured leg hooks over mine, and she buries her flushed, sweaty face straight into the crook of my neck.
I wrap my heavy arms around her, holding her so tight there isn't an inch of space between us. As I listen to the frantic, slowing beat of her heart against my ribs, a profound, heavy sense of peace settles deep into my chest.
While we're fighting to calm down, the sudden, heavy boom of thunder outside breaks the quiet, making us both jump. I let out a low laugh, the sound of torrential rain drumming against the roof only making the cabin feel smaller, warmer, and entirely ours.
I press a lingering kiss to her temple, my arms tightening around her waist. "Once this storm rolls over, I'm going to show you everything this mountain has to offer. But tonight? Tonight, I'm just going to show you how much I love having you in my bed."
She lets out a sleepy, contented sigh, her fingers curling loosely into my shirt. Looking down at her beautiful, dazed face, I feel the last of the walls around my heart completely crumble. The possessiveness is still there, but it’s overtaken by something so pure it knocks the wind out of me.
I smooth a damp strand of hair away from her forehead, my eyes locking onto hers as she blinks up at me. "I love you, Lucia. I think I’ve loved you since the second you snuck into my home. Stealing my clothes was only the start of it. You stole my heart, too."
A breathtaking smile breaks across her face, her eyes shifting from hazy to brilliantly bright. She doesn’t even try to deny my claim. Instead, she squirms closer, hooking her uninjured leg tighter over mine and burying her face right back into my neck.
"I love you too, Dawson," she murmurs, her voice small but entirely steady against my skin.
The words hit my chest like a physical weight, settling a deep, immovable peace into my bones.
I tighten my arms around her, holding her so close there isn't an inch of space left between us.
Outside, the storm continues to rage, trapping us together, but in here, there is nothing but the slow, heavy thumping of our hearts beating as one.