He drives into me in one smooth stroke. Although I’m slick and ready, I feel his invasion with a tinge of mild discomfort. He is so big and so damn hard. But it doesn’t last long. He keeps himself still to give me the time to adjust, but the ache that his immobility starts in my belly is too much to bear.
“Please,” I whisper.
He starts to thrust, creating that delicious friction that only he can. Hot liquid pleasure unfurls inside me, spreading in sweet ripples.
I grow even wetter, more desperate for him. We breathe in the same air, staring into each other’s eyes. Even through the lust relentlessly driving both of us, I feel a deep connection forming. It is as though my soul is entwining with his every time he sinks into me, finding his bliss and giving me mine.
An orgasm erupts within me. I arch my back, screaming his name.
A harsh groan tears from his throat. Sweat forms along his hairline and spine, but he doesn’t stop. He’s a man possessed, determined. He keeps going, each drive somehow different—somehow better—than the one before.
“I’m so close. Oh my god, I think I’m going to—” My fingers tighten around his.
He breathes harshly against my neck, placing a hot kiss against my jawline. “That’s the point. I want you to come again with my dick in your pussy, and I want you to feel me come, feel me inside you long after.”
I meet his gaze with mine. “I’m never going to forget anything. You’re the only one.” He’s always been the only one.
He drives more powerfully into me. I climax again. “Lucas!”
Tendons stand out starkly on his neck as he thrusts into me one final time. “Ava.”
He shudders within me as a powerful orgasm finds him. And I hold his hands as tightly as I can.
Because this moment? This is so damn sweet, so damn powerful. He said I shatter him, but he’s the one who shatters me.
When he can breathe normally again, he lifts his head and looks at me, presses his lips to my forehead. “Stay.”
I close my eyes and nod. “Okay.”
Chapter Twenty
Ava
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Ugh. Too early, you sex fiend.” I start to turn away from Lucas’s cheerful greeting, but then smell coffee. “Is that…?”
“Yes.”
I open my eyes. The first thing I see is him—freshly showered and in a casual white cotton shirt and old faded blue jeans. His dark gaze is soft and bright, and the morning light hits the beautiful, straight blade of his nose and the sharp angles of the cheekbone I can see. My breath catches. I’ve never experienced waking up with him. And I like it. Too much so.
Suddenly shy and discomfited by the thought, I sit up and extend a hand for the coffee. I inhale the deep aroma and take a sip. It flows over my tongue like an elixir. “This is really good.”
“Only the best for my girl.” Lucas sits next to me. “As much as I’d like to have you sleep as long as you want, it’s already ten. And you have a spa appointment at eleven.”
“Ten? I never sleep that late.”
He grins at me, entirely too happy. “Well, I kept you up.”
I take another sip. “And I kept you up. Insatiable beast.” As I shift, my body protests, making every little ache and soreness known. Still I can’t complain. It was for a good cause, and I feel like I just conquered Mount Everest.
I get out of bed carefully, holding the mug. “I’m going to finish this coffee and take a shower.”
Lucas checks out my naked body, scraping his lower lip with his teeth. Even though the heat in his look sends a pang of lust through me, I wag my finger.
“Remember the appointment at eleven?”
He sighs. “You might want to shower first. I ordered room service about ten minutes ago.”