Chapter 13
Leda
Something was different with Lucas this time. He was taking his time, not in the ways he had done before to torture me but more so to worship me.
Not only that, but I also saw something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before, almost like he felt the connection just like I did between us.
It filled me with hope for the future.
Lucas found his rhythm, and I cried out his name as he brought me to another earth-shattering orgasm, my body heaving. Maybe it was because I was pregnant, but everything was sensitive, from my nipples to my clit, and I was amazed at what he was able to do with just a shift of his body or a move of his cock inside me. “Turn me over,” I begged, straining against his light hold on my wrists. “Please, Lucas.”
He pulled out and released my hands, allowing me to flip over with my knees slightly raised. When he entered me, I groaned into the pillow, disbelieving at how different it felt.
“You like that?” he asked, his hands on my hips, guiding me over his cock. “Tell me you like it.”
“Yes,” I panted, grabbing onto the headboard. “I like it.”
Lucas grunted and started his slow, leisurely move against me, his hips slapping against my ass as he drove himself deeper until I thought he was going to come out of my mouth, he was so deep.
“Fuck, Leda,” he breathed, his hands tightening on my hips. “You are so tight.”
I moaned, then gasped, and finally screamed against the pillow as the orgasm crested over me, my sore nipples brushing over the comforter with each thrust. My body was hyperaware of every movement, every touch, and I wanted Lucas all over me.
One of his hands drifted under me and grasped my nipple, sending a white-hot heat straight to my clit. “That’s it,” he groaned, his movements becoming erratic now. “Come for me, love.”
Every endearment was like a song to my soul, clasping it close and reminding me that he truly did love me. Everything he did was because he was scared, and it was time I showed him he had no reason to be.
I could take care of myself.
So, I let go, screaming his name as he drilled into me, coming to his own orgasm a moment later. We both collapsed onto the bed, and Lucas rolled off me as I tried to recover, my body coated with a thin sheen of sweat.
“Fuck,” Lucas groaned a moment later, his hand finding my hip and lingering there. “That was…hell, what a way to die.”
I giggled as I turned over, seeing the genuine smile on his face. This was the Lucas I preferred. “That good, huh?”
He turned toward me, and there was tenderness in his expression. “Yeah, it ranks up there with some of the best.”
I socked him in the shoulder. “I better be all of them.”
Lucas grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I knew he was just teasing me, but I really wanted to be everything he ever considered to be good in his life. I wanted to erase all the women and men that had used him for his body, for his skills, and show him that what we had just done, and all the times before, was done out of love.
Sure, some had been out of anger, but I still loved him when we were angrily fucking each other. That was always the underlying feeling, the one that he couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard he tried.
So, I rose up on my knees, peering down at his gorgeous body. His cock lay against his leg, and heat pooled between my thighs as I remembered the way he had felt inside me.
“Careful,” Lucas warned, causing me to meet his smoldering gaze. “You might start something else looking at it like that.”
“Like what?” I asked innocently, reaching out to stroke it lightly. His cock was still slick from our coupling, but I didn’t care.
“Like that,” he growled. “Why are you playing with me?”
I moved between his thighs, watching as he started to harden. “Who says I’m playing, Lucas?”
His eyes widened, but I was already gripping him, feeling bold. Lucas had been generous to me this time around, so it was time I gave him the same attention.
Besides, I had an ulterior motive.