That noise she makes, all shivering breath, nearly drives me feral.
“Do you understand? You’re mine. I own you. Your body, your heart, your womb, your big gorgeous tits, your curvy hips, your round beautiful ass. Everything you are, for the rest of our lives, belongs to me. I started a war for you, Lucy. I don’t care. I’d start a hundred, a thousand wars to claim you. If this was a different time I’d lead my army across whole continents and leave a trail of bloody corpses behind me to claim you. I’d keep you safe in our cave as I went out hunting for our family. I’d bash in the heads of my rivals with stone clubs to make you mine.
“Mine.”
I squeeze her hips pull her close, driving my manhood against her. My tip pulses and sizzles as though my body knows how close I am to my prize, to the womb I so desperately need to claim.
“Look me in the eye and tell me I’m lying.”
She gazes at me, searching my face. “I don’t think you are. But I don’t know you.”
I laugh gruffly, shaking my head. “That doesn’t matter. Your body knows what you need. Your soul – if such a thing exists – knows who you belong to.”
I lean down and claim her lips, kissing her hard as she gasps and freezes for a moment.
But then her pleasure takes over and she opens her shy mouth and I claim her tongue with mine, both of us sinking deeper and deeper into the kiss, our lips rubbing together with hot friction.
She grabs onto my shoulders, softly at first, as though part of her is afraid I’m going to pull away.
I press my hand down on her back, feeling the heat of her sweat-flecked skin through her T-shirt. The heat of her blazes through me, igniting primal pieces of me I thought would lie dormant and ignored forever.
She lets out a breathy moan when I grind my manhood against her belly, the tip of my length buzzing with the need to explode in her womb. My seed writhes and scorches my balls, making them feel ten times their regular weight like my entire existence is being honed down to my pulsing seed.
“I need to feel your hot wet slit,” I tell her, a growl thrumming beneath my words. “Get on the fucking bed. Now.”
“I can’t.”
Her voice is low and she takes a shaky step back, biting her lip as she gazes up at me.
“Do you have any idea how crazy that makes me?”
“What?”
“That.” I smooth my thumb along her lip, watching tremors of anticipation move through her, making her whole body shake with budding need. “When you bite your lip, it makes you look so damn horny and beautiful. I need to feel those lips on my cock. But more than that I need to feel your hole, your hot wet pussy. I need to feel how badly you want to give me children.”
I’m ranting, half-mad if I’m not already all the way there. I feel unhinged, like roaring, like beating my chest to warn away any predators stupid enough to move in on my prey-eyed woman.
I’d kill to protect what we have.
I’d die if it came to that.
“Feel what you’re doing to me.”
I grab her hand and bring it to my pants, pressing her palm against my shaft. It’s so hot and nervous through the fabric of my underwear. But when I take my hand away, she keeps rubbing, nodding slowly.
“Like that?” she moans.
“You feel perfect. Lie down. Open those pretty thick beautiful legs for me.”
“I can’t.”
She turns away, throwing her hands up.
“Why not?” I pace forward and grab her arm, turning her to face me. “I can tell you want it. Your body is screaming for it. You were gasping like the horniest naive perfect…”
I’m about to say virgin, but her eyes widen and she nods, a small subtle nod like she thinks I’m angry. Like I could possibly be angry about this.
“I’m a virgin, Luca.” She drops her gaze. “So you see the problem? You want this crazy sex fest. You want me to just be this instant nymphomaniac or whatever. But that’s not me. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”
I stare at her as she paces to the other end of the room, as though she’s too embarrassed to stay close to me.
I gaze at her ass, at her hips, at the womanly shape of her perfection.
She has no idea what she’s done.
She thinks this is going to turn me off.
But it’s going to make me even more savage and brutal and possessive and fucking animalistic.
She’s turning me into a beast.
And I’m going to claim what’s mine.
Chapter Six
Lucy
I bow my head and take in short bolstering breaths that are supposed to protect me from Luca’s reaction.