Chapter 26 #4
Our fingers find each other in the sheets, and I lace mine through his and squeeze. He shifts under me, hips rolling back, hungry for more even though I haven’t touched him again.
He lets out a shaky breath, voice muffled against the sheets.
“Merde, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.
” Another thrust, and his fingers tighten in mine.
“It’s too much, but in the best way.” He turns his head slightly, just enough for me to hear the edge of a laugh in his breath. “I might actually lose my mind.”
“I’m already past that.”
I can’t think, breathe, or hold onto a single coherent thought except for more. My whole body feels too tight and hot, like I’m going to snap in half from how much I need him.
I don’t even know how I’m still holding on. Every nerve is lit up. Every muscle is shaking.
“Close?” I rasp, my breath dragging against the nape of his neck before I press my lips to his skin.
He whimpers, nodding frantically, face buried in the sheets. “Mmm, please, please—”
God, he’s beautiful like this.
And fuck me, the only thing that could make this better would be Alaina in the mix.
I lean in tighter, chest to his sweat-slick back, my cock buried deep inside him, and slide my hand around to stroke him again, matching the slow rhythm of my hips.
“You’re everything, baby,” I whisper against his ear. “But imagine how good it’d be with our girl here too. Imagine her underneath you, that tight little pussy gripping your cock while I fuck your ass.”
Luc lets out a ragged, broken moan, and his whole body shudders.
“Me, deep in you.” I breathe, thrusting harder. “You, deep in her, feeling every inch of me while you fuck her into the mattress.”
His muscles clench around me so hard that it makes me groan.
“Picture her moaning under you.” I hiss. “Trembling because she’s so full of you, of me. Her perfect tits bouncing, and her strong thighs shaking while I fuck you through her.”
He arches, and then he simply breaks. A choked shout rips out of him as he comes hard into the sheets, convulsing around my cock like he’s coming from every place I’m touching him.
And shit, watching him fall apart like that, with my name in his mouth and her in our head, might just finish me too.
“Fuck!” I slip my hand up his chest, over his throat, holding him to me as my hips stutter against his, pressing my mouth to the back of his neck before I can’t resist anymore and bite him.
Groaning, I thrust one last time, grinding in as I come. My cock pulses inside him, while heat spills between us, and I just keep moving, small rocking grinds as I ride it out and anchor myself in his body heat.
My hand at his throat loosens as I kiss the shell of his ear and whisper his name like it’s the only word I still know.
“Luc…”
We stay like that, me draped over him, softening inside him, our bodies pressed close, and neither of us speaks while I breathe him in, the scent of sex, skin, and that hint of lavender that still clings to him.
I can feel his heartbeat through his back, a rhythm against my chest that steadies mine.
Eventually, I shift, just enough to ease out of him, and he winces at the sensitivity.
“Sorry, that got a little away from me,” I murmur, kissing the spot I bit earlier. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs into the pillow. “I just got fucked, and I loved it.”
I get up with a laugh, padding to the sink to run warm water, grab a washcloth, and find a bottle of water in the mini-refrigerator. When I return, Luc is still sprawled where I left him, dazed, beautiful, and completely done for.
I kneel beside him, wipe him down slowly, and when I’m done, I toss the cloth on the floor, pull the covers back, and ease him under them. Then I slide in beside him, pull him to my side so his cheek rests on my chest, and hold him like he’s mine.
Because he is.
He hums softly, eyelids fluttering.
“You okay?” I ask again, sliding my palm over his forehead, because a silent Luc Delacroix is something new and may worry me a little.
He nods against my skin. “Yeah. Just still processing.”
Fuck, that’s not good?
Was I too rough after all?
Was it too fast?
Does he second-guess this?
I press a kiss to the top of his head. “Anything you need?”
He shifts just enough to look at me, eyes glassy but clear. “Stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”
He turns in my arms, burying his face in my neck, and my hands find his back, stroking gently, calming the last tremors still working through him.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispers.
“Like what?”
“Unmade and still wanted.”
My heart cracks a little as I pull him tighter to me. “You are wanted, always, and no matter what.”
We lay there, wrapped around each other as my fingers trace lazy circles against his skin. Our legs tangle. Every part of me is touching him, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.
Sleep pulls at me slowly, but I can feel him smiling faintly against my throat, and I just know he’s replaying what we just did, and holy shit.
I just fucked Luc-fucking-Delacroix.
But it wasn’t just fucking.
It was everything.