He didn’t respond, and I lay back on the bed, staring up at the exposed beams above me. Lucas loved me. He truly loved me. I felt like every word had come from his soul. I mean, Lucas had never really lied to me before, and that would have been enough for me, but feeling it was another thing.
I felt Lucas’s love.
When he returned, there was a glass of water in his hand. “I thought you might be thirsty,” he said as I sat up on the bed.
I took the glass and drained it. “Thanks. I guess I was.”
Lucas plucked the glass from my hand, and I watched as he reached in with his fingers. “Lie back, Leda.”
Curious, I did as he asked, and Lucas loomed over me, his eyes heated. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his eyes sweeping down my form.
“I hope you still think so after I’m nine months pregnant,” I joked, suddenly nervous under his intense stare. My body puckered with anticipation, wondering what was going through that perverse mind of his, but again, I really didn’t care.
I was just as twisted as he was.
Finally, he reached out, and I gasped at the sudden coldness against my nipple, shivering. “What?”
“Shh,” he replied. “Close your eyes, Leda. I want you to feel everything.”
I wanted to squirm under his touch but decided to go with it for now, closing my eyes and clearing my mind of every thought crossing it. When Lucas touched the ice to my other breast, I moaned low in my throat. “You like that,” he said roughly.
It wasn’t a question, and I didn’t have to answer, arching my body against the intense cold on my skin. I wanted him to touch me all over, to trace the wetness he was leaving from the ice cube with his tongue, his lips, something.
But he didn’t, instead tracing the rapidly melting cube down over my stomach to the edge of my mound. I groaned in frustration when he didn’t move forward. “Patience, my love,” he whispered, his breath dangerously close….
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my hands clenching in the sheets as Lucas’s cold tongue stroked up my already throbbing clit. My stomach quivered at the sensation, the heat from his breath intermingling with the shocking coldness of his tongue.
Lucas was relentless, however, and it wasn’t long before I was crying out his name, bucking against the assault of his tongue. He wasted no time pushing into me, and my eyes flew open to find him watching me. “This,” he grunted, his hands digging into my hips. “This is what matters to me, Leda. You matter to me.”
“I love you,” I panted, reaching for him. Lucas obliged, and I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a long, hungry kiss. He tried to move within me, but I held him still, tasting every corner of his mouth and nipping at his lip before pulling away.
“Ruthless,” he murmured, his cock pulsating inside me. “Perfection.”
“Let me ride you,” I responded, pressing my hand to his rapid heartbeat.
He growled but slid out and lay down on the bed, his cock jutting out from his body. I admired it for a few minutes before climbing on top of him. Lucas groaned as my body swallowed him inch for inch, finally seating myself to sheathe him fully. His hands found my breasts and tweaked my nipples, pleasure intertwined with pain shooting through my entire body. “Give yourself to me,” Lucas said, sliding his hands down my sides. “Make me yours.”
Oh, I had already done that. I gave him a smirk before I started to move, knowing exactly what I needed to do to get him clenching the sheets this time.
It didn’t take long. “Leda,” he panted, his jaw clenched tightly. “You are fucking killing me.”
I leaned down, letting my breasts just barely brush his chest. “It would be a good way to go.”
His eyes heated right before I pressed my lips against his, our tongues in a torturous struggle to see who would pull back first. I slid my body over his cock—slow and easy—until he pulled away, gripping my hips. “I’m close,” he whispered, slamming me down. I cried out as the orgasm that had been building took over my body, and Lucas adjusted his hips to meet mine in a furious pounding until we were both groaning.
His release had him gasping my name, and I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, my hair fanning out around me. For a moment, I listened to the steady thud of his heart against my cheek as my body floated back down to earth, wondering how this just felt right. The pieces clicked into place for me like a snap of what I was missing, moving right to my very soul.
Lucas was my soul. He was my everything, and I would go to war for him. Honestly, we were about to go to war.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, his hand sliding down my spine.
I didn’t lift my head, his touch making me drowsy. I didn’t want to move at all, to lie here and pretend that nothing was awaiting us outside of these walls. “About how happy I am,” I told him.
He chuckled, his body rumbling against my ear. “This is a pretty shitty situation to be happy about, princess.”
I did lift my head then, resting my chin on his chest. “I’m happy about this.”
Lucas’s smile was as gentle as I had ever seen it before, and my heart tumbled over in my chest. “Me too, Leda. It almost doesn’t seem like this is real.”