“I’m going to redo your bandage later,” he told me. “I was lucky to reach you. An inch deeper and we’d have been in totally different ground.”
I loved how he cared, but my mind was somewhere else in its thoughts, along with my body needing more.
It was me who grabbed him, using all of my weight to pin him against the counter. His mug went clattering out of his hand and smashed on the floor at the same time as my mouth smashed against his.
I wasn’t in charge of the kiss all that long before he grabbed me tight and hoisted me up against him. My legs wrapped around his waist and he carried me through to Jemma’s bedroom, my mouth hot and hungry on his through every step.
I was ready when he dropped me down onto the bed, propping myself up on my elbows as he shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tugged his golf sweater up and over his head.
There he was. My beautiful monster.
His abs were sculpted from the divine, and the V of his hips was magical as his pants and boxers were kicked off. His cock was… hard.
Very, very hard.
He moved his hand up and down the length as he stared down at me.
“I’ve reached just about the limit of how long I can go without burying myself all the fucking way inside you,” he said, but his mouth wasn’t about that. His mouth was about peppering kisses around my pain.
“That’s good, then. Because I’ve reached just about the limit of how long I can go without you burying yourself all the way inside me,” I replied.
“You’re the prettiest little thing in creation, you know that?” he asked me, and I felt myself glowing, even through the hurt.
My heart was racing as he dropped himself onto the mattress and climbed on top of me, stalking me slowly, like a tiger on the hunt. A very careful tiger. Skilled and caring, even through his dark needs.
I had needs too. Urgent ones. Ones that made me feel alive when my death had threatened so hard.
We were both ready for it, bodies responding on perfect instinct as our flesh worked together to find our rhythm. It was primal and raw, no kissing or teasing. Nothing but the grind of his cock against my clit until I cried out, and then the pound of him slamming his way right inside me.
Fuck, it was what I wanted.
I took hold of his ass and coaxed him for more, more, more. He gave me more. He gave me such hard thrusts that they hurt as well as made me squirm for more. I liked both, pain and pleasure intertwined. I wanted to feel owned, taken, controlled. I wanted to feel like my body was crying out for more and less, both at once.
It cried out for both. Loudly.
Lucian Morelli fucked me like a demon, grunting like a beast with every slam of his hips.
My thighs were spread wide, taking everything, back arched as far as it would go to buck for more, bandage holding.
As always, the master of surprises made me cry out in shock as he pulled out of me far enough to flip me over onto my front,yet again being careful enough to knock me aback with his skill.
His chest pressed to my back, a slab of iron and strength. His breath was a hiss in my ear as I felt his cock pressing hard against the crack of my ass.
“Take it,” he growled at me. “Take it like the very good girl you’re learning to be.”
I knew what he was talking about. I braced myself, teeth clenched as he gave it to me.
I took it, like the very good girl he was teaching me to be.
I took Lucian Morelli’s huge swollen dick in my ass in one single thrust with a guttural groan from the back of my throat but not even a single expletive. I didn’t need to. My body was already adjusting to hurt on all different levels.
It was fast, rough, brutal.
Lucian’s hand pushed its way between my hips and the mattress enough to circle my clit. Fast, rough, brutal to match.
I don’t know who came first. It was blurred. Jagged and wild beyond all reason.
One thing I do know was that it was bliss in the midst of our crazy whirlwind of hell.
He collapsed onto the bed and pulled me towards him. I snuggled up to his side and pressing my cheek to his chest felt like the most natural thing in the world.
10
Lucian
I was on my own from here on in. No Morelli backdrop to give me control of any situation I turned my attention to, just me, on the run with the woman I loved.
I’d never have believed I’d be in this position in a million years.