Lucca groaned when she dropped to her knees and took his arousal into her hand, inexpertly stroking his length. He stared down at her with fierce eyes as she leaned in closer.
“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he told her, on the verge of a growl.
Biting her lip, she started to jerk away, but his grip on her hair stopped her.
“Don’t you dare stop.” The low growl finally escaped. “Open your mouth.”
She timidly opened her mouth and took him inside. It was the most beautiful thing imaginable, seeing she pleased him. You could tell Lucca thought the same thing as he looked down at her with intense eyes. It cleansed away the ugliness of his world, just like when he had first looked upon her scarred face, her face that mirrored the scars he had carried inside his heart for his mother.
Lucca started slow, giving her time to adjust before he couldn’t hold back and started pumping into her mouth faster. The feelings that arose inside of him were so intense that he had to jerk himself out of her mouth, afraid he would come.
The want and need to be inside of her was evident on his face when his hands went to her ass, lifting her up until he placed his arousal where he wanted it. Then, when he pushed her against the glass, soaring deep inside of her in one thrust, she screamed out, feeling on the edge of pleasure and pain.
“Lucca!”
Pounding into her, he didn’t hold anything back, giving her all of him.
The roughness and ferocity of him scared her, but only a little, as she allowed the boogieman to take what he wanted from her. He had been starving for too long, and she wanted to see the darkness still.
“Harder …” she moaned.
Lucca’s mouth covered hers, delving his tongue into her mouth as his hard length delved harder into her spasming center. Then he bit her bottom lip before slowly pulling back until he released it.
“This what you want, darlin’?”
“Faster …” she moaned when the orgasm began to claim her body, sending her into a beautiful nightmare.
The boogieman had kept his promise as she began to beg him not to stop.
He sent her off into the beautiful, dark abyss over and over until the beautiful nightmares replaced the devil’s nightmares, one by one.
Fifty
The Chains That Held Their Souls
Lucca cradled her unconscious body in his arms. He hadn’t been able to look away from her face since the moment she had drifted off to sleep.
It killed him that he had to put her to sleep. What he was about to do to her killed him. She wasn’t going to understand for a long while that he had to do it to save her and to set her and his mother’s souls free.
Sitting down on the bed, he held her for just a little longer. This was the last time he was going to be able to touch her for a long while.
He began talking to her, hoping that somehow, when she woke up, a part of her would remember the things he had said.
“He was coming for you. He was going to take you away. He gave me no choice, Chloe. He tried to take you in the mall, and if I had let you walk ten steps farther, Lucifer would have had you.”
Lucca stood, placing her slumbering body on the bed before he sat back down beside her, wanting, needing one more moment with her.
He raised a finger to her porcelain face, stroking the scar he had dreamt about touching for seven months. Smoothing his finger over the mark, the darkness in him rumbled then stilled, becoming slow, steady, finding its purpose.
He had thought he had already found his true purpose when he had seen her for the first time, but that had been only the half of it. His purpose was saving Chloe Masters, but his true purpose was them saving each other.
Every day, he had felt himself become more insatiable. The darkness in him was walking a path of no return … And then he had touched her, and the heinous being inside that had been desolate and alone finally found hope. He was reborn.
The boogieman had found another the world viewed as a freak, as a monster.
Lucca smoothed his finger over her scar for just one more final moment. “I love you, darlin’. Please remember that when you wake up …”
Chloe pressed herself closer to Lucca, wanting to feel the warmth from his body, as she rested her head on his shoulder. The light dusting of snowfall in January was so beautiful to look at under the lighted gazebo. It took her breath away every time, almost as much as when she looked into Lucca’s fully green eyes.
She looked around, seeing the changes she and Lucca had created back here and the changes she had made within herself.