Chapter 21
Leda
I twisted my wrists, trying to dislodge them from the ties on the bed so that I could hold Lucas in place for once. Every part of my body was taut with need, my body hypersensitive to his touch, to the way he was eating me out, and I wanted release.
I needed release.
“I need,” I begged as his fingers thrust into me yet again, meeting the wetness my body was producing. “Please, I need to come.”
He didn’t lift his head, and I hoped that this was it, that he was finally going to give me a sweet finish. It was bound to be the best orgasm to date.
When he didn’t pull back this time, I breathed a sigh of relief before crying out his name, the sweet heat of the orgasm radiated from the depth of my very core. It was something that only he could draw out—something that I could only share with him. Something that belonged to us, and us alone.
It had been worth the wait.
Lucas didn’t immediately pull away, and I cried his name as he continued to touch and tease and stroke me. My body shuddered and arched—eager to receive him.
When I floated back down to earth, he was already moving, yanking on the ties on my wrists before he pushed into me.
I immediately arched up to meet him, my hands finding his powerful shoulders and gripping them so tightly that my nails dug into his skin.
“Leda,” he whispered, and crushed his lips against mine, letting me taste my own lust on his lips.
Wordlessly, he demanded that I give him back with my mouth what he had done to my body.
What he was currently doing to my body.
And I obliged.
I opened myself to him, let him swallow my cries of pleasure and drain my lungs with each deep kiss.
Lucas tore his lips away from mine and grasped my hips, pulling me higher with him.
“Beg me, Leda.” he told me, his face like stone. “Beg me to take you. To fuck you. To remind you that you are mine.”
“Please,” I said immediately, sliding my hands down to his forearms and then touching my own breasts lightly. “Fuck me.”
His eyes followed my hands, and I saw his throat bob once, knowing that I was driving him as crazy as he drove me. That was why we were perfect for each other. There was give and take on both sides. I needed him like the very air I breathed, and he needed me to keep him grounded, to remind him that he was much more than the monster he saw in himself.
He was loved, and if I had to spend the rest of my life reminding him of that, then I would.
Saying the words, though, wasn’t enough. What I felt for Lucas was so hard to explain, but it was deeper than those three little words.
I felt like he had had the same realization. It was why no one else would ever fill the void inside me that he filled. If something happened to him, I would be devastated, destroyed, unable to go on living.
That was what he did to me, what he meant to me.
Lucas’s fingers dug into my skin as he pushed into me. White hot pleasure filled me, and my fingers balled into fists as I cried his name. I fought to breathe with each thrust. A tremor ran through my body, followed by another, then another. Each more intense than the last. I hadn’t realized just how incomplete I felt without him.
If this was any indication of what the next fifty years were going to be like, I wasn’t so sure I was going to survive them.
Lucas rolled his hips, driving deeper inside me. He was stiffening and the pace of his thrust quickened. He was close, I knew it.
“Kiss me.” I breathed. “Kiss me like you own me.”
I demanded, and he obeyed.
As he bent down, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper. His grip on my hips tightened. The bands of muscles on his scarred and tattooed body grew more apparent. Tiny drops of sweat ran down his body and blossomed like flowers on mine.