Wavering Mollisher

A Growing Desire

Lucas Clarke is fascinated by Della Delacroix. At first, his interest lay in her similarities to his ex-girlfriend, Ruth. Ruth’s father is one of the wealthiest men in Merryville, and he certainly spared no expense on spoiling his daughter. Lucas had been captivated by Ruth's beauty the day he met her at a park. Ruth, on the other hand, desired the power and status being with a man like Lucas provided. Ruth trapped Lucas in her manipulative web the minute they began courting. Ruth enjoyed the little games she could play with Lucas, demanding gifts for affection.

 The afternoon Della ran into him on the street, Della's abrasive attitude had reminded Lucas of Ruth. a sadistic part of him awakened that day, promising to make Della a conquest and put "her in her place." Women like her and Ruth are what he hated about the opposite s*x. Not to mention the physical similarities between them, particularly the eyes.

He grew fond of Della as he began his acquaintance of her. Della was nothing like Ruth. She was opinionated, naive, and independent. Not to mention her drive to make the world better through engineering is quite attractive. 

After her selfless act today for Annie, Lucas knew he is beginning to have feelings for the beautiful redhead.

“How’s your face?” Lucas leans against a bedpost watching the redhead adjust her posture on his bed.

“It’s better. Anny certainly helped.” Della holds out a red rose. 

“Well, it seems Anny has stolen your affections from me.” Lucas teases her. H

“I wasn’t aware I had affections for you.” A light dust of pink kisses Della's cheeks.

Lucas crawls into the bed and pulls Della into his arms.“I believe you do. I haven't been kissed with such eagerness.” Lucas’s thumb gently traces Della’s bottom lip.

“I like kissing you. It's not a crime” Della blurts out. Why did she admit that? Della pulls out of Lucas's arms and moves to the other side of the mattress. What spell had Lucas Clarke cast on her? 

“Don’t run.” Lucas leans over to pulls her back against his chest. “If you like my lips, I would be more than happy to give them to you.” He lifts her into his arms. “Now, my dear, I’m going to taste you.” He gently lays her down against the pillow before slamming his lips against hers. 

Della gives in to the gorgeous man, wrapping her arms around his neck. She plays with the hairs on the back of his head, feeling the silky strands flow through her fingers. Lucas pulls away with a groan. He leans his forehead on hers. "Della, please say you'll be my girl."

Della searches his blue eyes for any hint of malice and finds none. "I don't know, Lucas. Our history is...complicated." Her body screams at her for denying him. She wants to be his, why would she deny his request?

Lucas kisses her forehead. "Give me a chance baby."

Della bites her bottom lip. She takes a moment before giving her answer. "Yes."

Lucas kisses her, happiness feeling his entire being. How could one petite girl bring him so much joy with one word? He stops wondering and acts; grabbing her arms and placing them over her head. “I’m in control, baby.” He growls, his husky tone sending shivers down her spine.

He reaches behind Della’s head and removes her hair comb, brushing her wavy red hair around her crown. His lips move to her pearl throat, roughly kissing the skin until he reaches her pulse point. He bites down, sending a shiver of pleasure to Della’s core. She mewls as he leaves a mark on her throat, physical proof that Della was his.

His hands deftly remove her petticoat for her chest as he tastes her collarbone. His hands slide down to untuck her shirt from her skirts. Having released it from its confines, he lifts the silk shirt off her torso, tossing it on the floor. Nothing is left on Della's torso other than her flimsy chemise.

Lucas pushes the flimsy fabric off her shoulders to plant small kisses on each shoulder. Della moans at his expert lips, her desire growing with each touch. Her slip-on moves up her body slowly as Lucas kisses the newly exposed skin, taking his time unwrapping her chest. His mouth leaves a trail of love bites from her navel to the curves of her breasts Once her chemise is finally removed, Della’s generous chest greets Lucas. He moans at the beautiful sight causing Della to become self-conscious and release her wrists from his grasp to cover her chest.

“What did I say?!” Lucas barks at her, one hand roughly pushing her hands above her head. “Do that again, and I will tie you up.”

Della nods as his head bows down, his lips wrapping around a n****e. His lips nibble the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue as it hardens. Della moans and arches her back, her breast going further between his lips.

“You like it, eh?” Lucas chuckles against her skin as his other hand flicks her other n****e. Tiny gasps escape Della’s lips. Wanting to draw more sounds out of her, Lucas bites down on her n****e and is rewarded by her beautiful sounds. His hand and mouth switch places on her breasts, making the woman underneath him a dripping mess. Lucas's lips move back to Della’s as his unattached hand moves underneath her skirt.

“Didn’t place your knickers back on? Why Della, you wicked girl.” Lucas smirks against her lips. He strips her off her skirts quickly, throwing them to the side. He leans up on his elbows to reward himself with an undulated sight of the naked redhead.

She reaches up to his shirt. “May I see you?”

 Lucas can hardly deny the lady’s request. He strips his shirt and pants off, leaving only his underwear. 

“You are the most beautiful woman.” Lucas’s hands glide over Della’s bare curves. Della’s eyes hungrily take in Lucas’s muscled torso. She glances slowly over every muscle in his biceps and abs, wishing to run her hands and tongue over his body.

Lucas's hand releases Della’s wrists so he can have both his hands on her thighs. He hoists her thighs over his shoulders, and his lips find her bundle of nerves. She feels his tongue take a taste of her c**t and then moves past her folds.

“oh, gods!” she screams as his tongue picks up speed. It isn’t long before he replaces his tongue with his thumb, his tongue moving into her folds and tasting her. Della grabs his hair and arches her back into his mouth. “Don’t stop!” she screams as his tongue moves faster and faster inside of her. She comes quickly, her liquids drenching his lips. He licks the remnants of her juices as she cries out her ecstasy.  Once he has licked her clean, he moves back up to her head. “Say my name.” he pushes his thumb into her c**t. “LUCAS!” she screams out.

Sweat pours down her forehead as Lucas moves back to her lips, resting his head against hers. His blue eyes delight in taking in her after-s*x glow.“You are mine now.” He growls as he takes her lips. 

Della couldn’t argue with her feelings: She was happy that Lucas was hers.