I wove my fingers in his hair and pulled his face up to mine, holding it back just enough so my lips brushed his. “Give me more . . . give me everything.” My sharp inhale filled the backseat when he bit down roughly on my bottom lip, and my stomach heated when he made quick work of taking off my shoes and unbuttoning my pants.
His aggravation with how difficult it was to get those jeans off was clear in the look he gave me, and I failed at stifling my giggle just before he succeeded in yanking them and my underwear off me. My giggle turned into a loud moan when he pulled me to the very edge of the seat and pressed his face against my bare sex.
“Lucas,” I breathed, and gripped at his hair, needing something to hold on to.
His fingers and tongue moved relentlessly against me, teasing and torturing, slowly and breathtakingly fast. When those dark eyes met mine, I couldn’t look away. Completely transfixed, I watched as he devoured me, forcing moans and whimpers from my throat.
The heat that swirled through my belly intensified, and my core tightened. I dropped my head back onto the seat and tightened my grip in his hair, eager for the blissful death awaiting me, crying out when he suddenly nipped me and then replaced the same spot with his tongue again. I shattered into a trembling mess as pleasure surged through my body, over and over again.
His mouth moved in a broken trail of faint kisses over my hip and up my stomach, ending just under the swell of my breast. “Wait here,” he said gruffly, then opened the car door.
I opened my eyes to see the garage just past Lucas outside the car door, then looked at the range of emotions passing over his face. Want, excitement, lust, worry, fear, worry, worry, worry.
Before I could ask, he was out of the car and rounding the door to talk to the driver. His voice was too low for me to know what he said, but it was in that terrifying tone that always worried me about what would come next.
Within seconds he was back and holding his hand out to me. “Come here, Blackbird.”
“I’m not dre—”
“He won’t be looking,” he assured me darkly.
Heat rushed to my cheeks when I took Lucas’s hand as I thought about what the driver had heard—I wouldn’t be able to face him again. My feet hardly touched the ground. As soon as my toes hit the cool garage floor, Lucas scooped me into his arms and carried me into the house, keeping his back to the driver as much as possible.
His mouth fused to mine once we were inside the house, and I waited for the incline of the stairs, but it never came. Soon I was being lowered onto a bed in a room I had never seen, Lucas’s body following mine so he was hovering over me.
“If you’re going to stop me, you need to do it now,” he murmured as he quickly trailed down my stomach with his mouth.
“Everything,” I reminded him.
“More?” he asked darkly.
“Yes,” I hissed when he nipped at my hipbone then placed a soft kiss there.
His weight left my body, and I watched in fascination as he slowly removed his clothes, his sin-filled eyes on me the entire time. He seemed to be waiting for the panic to set in and for me to decide I couldn’t do this.
The panic was there, but so was my need for him, and it was greater. And even after everything we had been through, after every horrible day with him, there was no fear for tonight. Because the days that had come after—that had come from Lucas—had been tender, and I knew this would come from that same place.
I crawled to the center of the bed when he knelt on it, and reached out to cup my hand around the back of his neck when he settled between my legs. One of his hands ran up my leg to grip my hip, and I bit down on my bottom lip to hold back a whimper when I felt his erection press against me.
“You are beautiful, my blackbird.”
My heart stuttered at his words. At his intense way of claiming me.
I gripped the comforter below me and moved restlessly when he teased my entrance with just the tip of his length, aching to get closer to him. Just when I thought I would go out of my mind, he slid slowly into me, filling me in a way that left me breathless.
Using the hand at his neck, I pulled him closer when he began moving inside me. His face was just inches from mine, his dark eyes burning with passion and his hands gripping me tightly, as if he was afraid to let me go.
So different than I’d ever had before. So passionate. More than I could have ever expected or wanted from him.
He passed his lips over mine, then dropped his forehead so it rested against my own when his pace quickened. Each roll of his hips had the warmth in my belly growing hotter and tightening until I was close to bursting. My breaths hitched and my feet dug into the bed as it got closer . . . closer . . .
“No,” I yelled on a whisper when his body completely left mine.
Lucas’s chest and shoulders were moving with exaggerated breaths. His arms were vibrating like he was anxious for something while my body was quivering with the need for him to come back to me. He grabbed my hands in his and placed soft kisses on each of my wrists, then intertwined our fingers as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Show me, Briar . . .”
I looked up in time to see his passionate stare darken, but my question died in a soundless cry when he slammed my arms out to my sides and drove back into me. The muscles in his arms tensed and flexed with his rough movements, his fingers dug into my hands where they were pressed firmly against the comforter.
I came with a breathy moan seconds later, my back arched off the bed and my hands clinging to his, as I tried to hold on to the reality that the force of all that was Lucas had blurred.
His head dipped, and pain shot through my body when he bit down on my nipple, prolonging my orgasm. My breaths were ragged and loud in the otherwise silent room, and just when I started to come off the high, another bite sent me spiraling through it again. The orgasm never seemed to end, and suddenly my body was rebelling against it. I wanted it to end—but I never wanted this to end.
Pain and pleasure, I wasn’t sure I could distinguish them anymore, and I wasn’t sure I wanted one without the other . . .
An agitated scream tore from my chest and I fought against his hold when another flash of pain shot to my core. Too much, too much, too much. I couldn’t handle more. If he weren’t gripping me so tightly I was sure I would fall into some abyss and never find my way back.
“There you are, Blackbird.” His voice was filled with reverence as I continued to fight to get away from the never-ending torrent of pleasure.
“Please,” I whimpered, “I can’t . . .”
He chuckled darkly against my breast, but his grip on my hands left and he pushed away until he was on his knees again. I groaned in protest when he pulled me off the bed and onto his lap and exhaled roughly when he pushed inside me again.