Chapter 19
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Lucas’s hands roamed my body like he was memorizing me, his touch reverent and possessive all at once. My breath hitched as his fingers skimmed down my sides, igniting a slow burn deep in my core.
He pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his silver eyes dark with hunger. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.”
I shivered under his scrutiny, my body already aching for more. But as he loomed over me, something changed. His presence felt… larger. More powerful. He hadn’t moved, yet suddenly, he was taking up more space. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in, truly seeing him for the first time in this moment.
Lucas had always been tall, broad, and undeniably strong, but now... now he looked otherworldly. His muscles seemed more defined, his shoulders broader, his entire frame somehow larger than life. The dim lighting cast shadows that only emphasized the sharp angles of his face, the predatory intensity in his gaze. My heart pounded against my ribs. I should have been afraid. But I wasn’t.
I was mesmerized.
“Lucas…” I whispered, my fingers trembling as I reached up to trace his jawline. He leaned into my touch, his eyelids fluttering briefly before snapping open again, watching me like a hawk watches its prey.
“I’ve kept myself in check for so long,” he admitted, his voice a low growl. “But with you like this… I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
A delicious shiver ran down my spine. “Please don’t.”
A sound rumbled from deep in his chest. Something between a growl and a groan, before he descended upon me, his lips claiming mine with unrestrained fervor. His kiss was demanding, urgent, his body pressing me further into the mattress as his hands slid beneath the fabric of my shirt. He pulled it over my head in one swift motion, his eyes roaming over my newly exposed skin like he was starving for the sight.
His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. “You’re perfect.”
Before I could respond, his lips were on me again... trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, lower still. Each brush of his lips against my bare skin sent shockwaves through me. His touch was both worshipful and possessive, as if he were laying claim to every inch of me.
As he peeled away the rest of my clothing, I felt the hard lines of his body pressing against mine. His heat was overwhelming, his strength undeniable. When he finally shed his own clothes, I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening at the sheer magnitude of him.
Oh.
I had never seen him like this before. I had never seen anyone like this before.
Lucas was… more. More than I could have imagined. My breath caught as my fingers skimmed over the hard ridges of his stomach, the powerful lines of his arms. He was perfection carved from stone, every muscle taut and waiting, vibrating with restraint. My pulse thundered in my ears as I took in the full evidence of his desire, and I swallowed hard.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as if he could hear my thoughts. “Second thoughts?”
I met his gaze, my skin heating. “No. Just… processing.”
His expression softened for the briefest moment before he reached for me again, his fingers brushing over my stomach, tracing upward until they cupped my jaw. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine, teasing. “Let me show you how much I need you.”
I barely had time to react before he flipped us, pulling me atop him so I was straddling his lap. The new position sent a jolt of pleasure through me, my breath hitching as I felt him beneath me. Hard, ready, waiting. He guided my hips, rolling them against his, and I gasped at the sensation, at the delicious friction between us.
“Lucas…”
He groaned, his grip tightening. “Say my name again.”
I did, and it undid him.
And then, with agonizing slowness, he pushed inside me.
A sharp gasp tore from my throat as I felt him stretch me, my body adjusting to his size. He was so much bigger than I expected, filling me completely, pushing me to the very edge of pleasure and something more... something almost unbearable in its intensity.
My fingers dug into his back as a soft moan escaped my lips, my breath hitching as he stilled for just a moment, letting me feel everything.
Lucas cursed under his breath, his grip on my hips tightening. “Eloise… f**k, you feel incredible.”
I whimpered, rolling my hips experimentally, and he groaned, his restraint slipping. He pulled me down against him again, deeper this time, and pleasure rippled through me like a shockwave. I clung to him, overwhelmed, drowning in the sheer sensation of him inside me.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured again, waiting for those electrifying pulses to die down.
He suddenly lifted me off him and laid me beside him, he climbed on top of me, being careful not to put too much weight on me. I instinctively parted my legs for him and he guided himself inside me, stretching me yet again. Feeling him impossibly bigger, gasping for air. His hands moved with renewed urgency, trailing fire in their wake. He kissed me deeply, possessively, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his hands roamed lower, gripping my thighs, my waist, my hips. Every touch, every movement was deliberate, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of madness, again.
He worshipped my body with his lips, his hands, his tongue... until I was writhing beneath him, moaning his name, clutching at him like he was the only thing anchoring me to reality. And in that moment, he was.
Lucas made love to me like he was afraid I would disappear, like he had been waiting lifetimes for this night. And maybe he had.
As the night stretched on, I lost myself in him, in us. Time ceased to exist, the outside world fading into nothingness. There was only sensation, only the intoxicating heat between us, only the way he moved, the way he whispered my name like a prayer against my skin.
And as I finally shattered beneath his touch, gasping his name into the darkness, I knew one thing for certain.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
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