“More?” he asked darkly.
“Yes,” I hissed when he nipped at my hipbone then placed a soft kiss there.
His weight left my body, and I watched in fascination as he slowly removed his clothes, his sin-filled eyes on me the entire time. He seemed to be waiting for the panic to set in and for me to decide I couldn’t do this.
The panic was there, but so was my need for him, and it was greater. And even after everything we had been through, after every horrible day with him, there was no fear for tonight. Because the days that had come after—that had come from Lucas—had been tender, and I knew this would come from that same place.
I crawled to the center of the bed when he knelt on it, and reached out to cup my hand around the back of his neck when he settled between my legs. One of his hands ran up my leg to grip my hip, and I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back a whimper when I felt his erection press against me.
“You are beautiful, my blackbird.”
My heart stuttered at his words. At his intense way of claiming me.
I gripped the comforter below me and moved restlessly when he teased my entrance with just the tip of his length, aching to get closer to him. Just when I thought I would go out of my mind, he slid slowly into me, filling me in a way that left me breathless.
Using the hand at his neck, I pulled him closer when he began moving inside me. His face was just inches from mine, his dark eyes burning with passion and his hands gripping me tightly, as if he was afraid to let me go.
So different than I’d ever had before. So passionate. More than I could have ever expected or wanted from him.
He passed his lips over mine, then dropped his forehead so it r
ested against my own when his pace quickened. Each roll of his hips had the warmth in my belly growing hotter and tightening until I was close to bursting. My breaths hitched and my feet dug into the bed as it got closer . . . closer . . .
“No,” I yelled on a whisper when his body completely left mine.
Lucas’s chest and shoulders were moving with exaggerated breaths. His arms were vibrating like he was anxious for something while my body was quivering with the need for him to come back to me. He grabbed my hands in his and placed soft kisses on each of my wrists, then intertwined our fingers as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Show me, Briar . . .”
I looked up in time to see his passionate stare darken, but my question died in a soundless cry when he slammed my arms out to my sides and drove back into me. The muscles in his arms tensed and flexed with his rough movements, his fingers dug into my hands where they were pressed firmly against the comforter.
I came with a breathy moan seconds later, my back arched off the bed and my hands clinging to his, as I tried to hold on to the reality that the force of all that was Lucas had blurred.
His head dipped, and pain shot through my body when he bit down on my nipple, prolonging my orgasm. My breaths were ragged and loud in the otherwise silent room, and just when I started to come off the high, another bite sent me spiraling through it again. The orgasm never seemed to end, and suddenly my body was rebelling against it. I wanted it to end—but I never wanted this to end.
Pain and pleasure, I wasn’t sure I could distinguish them anymore, and I wasn’t sure I wanted one without the other . . .
An agitated scream tore from my chest and I fought against his hold when another flash of pain shot to my core. Too much, too much, too much. I couldn’t handle more. If he weren’t gripping me so tightly I was sure I would fall into some abyss and never find my way back.
“There you are, Blackbird.” His voice was filled with reverence as I continued to fight to get away from the never-ending torrent of pleasure.
“Please,” I whimpered, “I can’t . . .”
He chuckled darkly against my breast, but his grip on my hands left and he pushed away until he was on his knees again. I groaned in protest when he pulled me off the bed and onto his lap and exhaled roughly when he pushed inside me again.
One arm stayed wrapped around my waist, helping in his quick movements, and the other hand gripped at my hair and pulled until I was staring at the ceiling. I gripped at his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin and earning a growl from him in my attempt to hold on. Each breath that came from me was rough and on the verge of being a moan, and my eyes fluttered shut as another orgasm slowly built.
“I can’t,” I cried, and continued to dig my nails into him even as my fingers moved from his shoulders to his chest.
He jerked on my hair, and a shiver moved through my entire body.
“Come on, Briar.”
“I can’t.” A mixture of a cry and a moan left my throat as he moved deeper, harder.
The shaking started from my stomach and exploded to my fingers and toes. He freed my hair as soon as I cried out and drove into me harder still until he found his own release inside me.
Other than pulling me forward so I could tuck my head against his neck, we didn’t move. I clung to him as our chests moved roughly against each other’s in our own kind of perfect rhythm. I was his air, and he was mine. He gave and I took, and vice versa—so like our complicated relationship.
My body was still shuddering with little aftershocks long after our breathing had slowed—each one earning a faint brush of Lucas’s lips against my head, each one a gentle reminder that our night had been real. One of his hands made light trails up and down my back, keeping my skin covered in goosebumps and lulling me to sleep when all I wanted was to make this night go on forever.