“I didn’t think I would ever be capable of love, until you.” He lightly tugged her hair down, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I love you, Chloe. You’re the only person I’ve loved, or ever will love.”
The chains broke free, her soul feeling freedom for the first time in four years. Freedom that only lasted a second before it was claimed again as lighter, tighter chains took hold, claiming her as his.
These chains might hold her captive, but they were ones she could live with. Chains that didn’t weigh heavily on her body, mind, or soul. Chains that were more permanent. Chains that could never be broken … Not even in death.
I am yours forever.
Forty-Six
A Taste of You … Is Worth a Lifetime in Hell.
“I thought you brought me here to have me stay with Elle,” Chloe admitted nervously as Lucca helped her down the last step of the winding staircase after spending hours in the greenhouse.
Lucca lost his smile at her words, stopping to stare down at her bowed head. “Chloe, look at me.”
She made herself look up, seeing mixed emotions on his face.
“I once promised you that, when the semester was over, I would let you leave. You don’t have to be afraid of Lucifer ever again. You don’t have to be afraid of anyone anymore.” He ran a tender finger down her cheek, watching her lip tremble at the love glowing in his eyes, making them look greener than she had ever seen them before. “I can’t keep that promise, though. I can’t let you leave and walk out that door, because now I know what it’s like to have you.”
“I don’t want you to let me leave,” she breathed helplessly. Ever. “I gave myself over to you. I said the words.”
Lucca raised his hand to her throat, his eyes now turning back to blue-green. “Say the words, darlin’.”
Her chest rose and fell with a force, knowing exactly what she was about to do.
Setting her fate in stone, she said. “I am yours … forever.”
He squeezed her delicate throat under his grasp a little tighter. “Again.”
She looked at the frightening being, unafraid, her heart swelling. “I am yours forever.”
His eyes flashed blue for a split second before he lifted her up and carried her to his bed, where he was going to prove he owned her body the way she had always known he had.
Chloe buried her head in his shoulder, nervously imagining the things he was going to do to her. Shockingly, she didn’t feel any of the fear she had always expected. Instead, she was more nervous that she would disappoint him. He had waited months for her, for this moment.
“You won’t be disappointed if I get it wrong the first time? I mean, you’ve been with a lot of women …”
“Darlin’,” Lucca set her down on the bed, then started tearing his clothes off. “That would be fucking impossible.”
She wanted to look away when he unzipped his pants, but she couldn’t. His arousal was so evident her body wouldn’t allow her to. It wanted to see all of him.
When his long, thick length was set free, she didn’t know if she gasped or moaned.
Lifting her up from the bed, he wasn’t giving her time to decide which one it was. He took her clothes off just as fast as he had his own. Then he slammed her ass back down onto the mattress, causing another gasp to escape her.
Leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, he brought his hands to her shoulders, pushing her farther down on his bed.
Chloe could feel the fire between her legs as he braced his hands on the bed next to her and began kissing the side of her neck, working down until he was kissing the cleft between her breasts.
She stiffened, the fire wanting to simmer when he went lower, kissing the scars across her abdomen.
“Beautiful,” he murmured as his tongue wiped every memory of Lucifer inflicting them on her. “I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again, baby.”
Chloe’s breath hitched at the sight and the words he had spoken. How does someone like him exist?
“I know you won’t.” Her trust in him was unbreakable.
The fire burned hotter than ever when he slid his mouth lower until his bearded lips hovered over her center.
“I’m going to have to go to confession,” he told her. “God is going to damn me to Hell for what I’m about to do.”
“W-Wha—”
With the tip of his tongue, he parted her flesh and swiped up and down her slit.
Chloe jumped at the startling sensation, her head falling back and her legs beginning to shake.
He pressed his arm into her hips, holding her still. Groaning, he then pressed his mouth closer. “A taste of you … is worth a lifetime in Hell.”