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.”
When he increased the pressure of his mouth against her, Chloe felt him sliding his tongue inside of her in quick licks, and then deeper as he became more demanding, more hungered.
Lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he plunged his tongue into her writhing body.
Oh my God. She began panting. “Take me with you.”
Her admission had him tightening his grip on her thigh, his mouth working harder, becoming more ravenous.
The fire inside of her blazed stronger, each lick exposing nerve endings that had lain dormant until Lucca had set them off.
“Lucca!” she loudly moaned. Her nerves had reached their breaking point, sending her to an abyss that she hadn’t seen before and didn’t want to come back from.
As she tried to come back, she felt Lucca lower her leg to the bed before his arousal went to where his mouth had been.
Her breaths became haggard, her nerves coming back. “I-I might need to catch my bre—”
His hand went to her throat as he stared down at her with fierce eyes that silenced her. Then she felt his arousal start to slide inside as he wrapped his other arm around her.
Chloe winced at the slight pain, writhing to adjust herself.
“Stay still, Chloe,” he demanded as he took her bottom lip between his teeth. “It won’t hurt for long.”
She wasn’t so sure.
The hand on her throat tightened slightly. “Which one do you think is tighter: my hand or your tight pussy?”
At his words, her eyes wanted to roll to the back of her head and a rush of wetness hit her that made him move more easily inside of her.
Without warning, she felt a hard thrust deep inside as he loosened his hand around her neck. When his length started to retreat again, his hold on her throat then tightened. Chloe couldn’t regain her equilibrium, becoming lost in the repetitive motions. He was playing her body like a musical instrument, like a violinist that made breathtakingly beautiful music with his hands.
The now familiar curling sensation was coming back, making her grab Lucca’s broad shoulders as she tightened her legs around his hips, thrusting herself up as he thrust down.
Lucca kept his eyes intently on her scarred face, reading every expression. “You like that, darlin’?”
“Yes!” Chloe cried, shocking herself. She couldn’t believe she enjoyed him holding her throat as much as when he rocked inside her body.
Now as he alternated between holding and releasing her throat, it was tighter, rougher, forcing her to look into his blue-green depths.
“I love you, Chloe.”
She witnessed something different in him as she looked deeper into his eyes. Chloe had thought she needed him, that she depended on him more than he ever needed or depended on her. But that wasn’t it at all. Lucca needed and depended on her just as much as she did him. Their need and dependency were equal. The relationship between them was just as equal. One was not more important than the other. They both needed one another to survive.
The chains that had captured her body, mind, and soul didn’t mean Lucca owned her. Now she could visibly see he carried his own chains around his body, mind, and soul. The same chains that held her, held him. They were held together … as one.
That feeling, that bond they shared between them, she was now fully able to understand.
We’re soulmates.
Chloe felt a tear escape, running down her scar. “I love you, Lucca.”
His eyes turned a striking shade of green as he tightened his hand around her throat and plunged into her tightness harder.
“Again,” he ground out.
“I love you!” she cried out as he gave a thrust that had her screaming as she fell into the abyss that was waiting for her. And Lucca was, too. It was like a beautiful nightmare she never ever wanted to awake from …
Forty-Seven
Reborn
Now that Chloe and Elle lived right across the hall from each other, they were making up for the time they had missed over the past month.
It was like a dream come true. For the first time in her life, Chloe felt like she truly belonged, which was right beside Lucca and only a few steps away from her best friend, the girl who had protected her with her own life.
Chloe had already applied to the university here in Kansas City so she would start next semester. She was still trying to figure out what to major in. At Stanford, she had taken a bunch of different classes, trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to do. Lucca had assured her, however, that in time, she would know what it was. If that was to stay in her greenhouse all day, that was okay by him.
The truth was that Chloe had never thought much about a future, because she never really felt like she had one. The only thing she had ever wanted in her future was to leave Kansas City, and college was the best way to do it.
Even now, she didn’t know what the future held for her, but she knew, as long as it was with Lucca, then everything was the way it was meant to be.
Her friend, however, still didn’t think that.
“You know what it means, right? To be with Lucca …?” Elle asked.
“I know,” she tried to assure Elle. Then she looked over at her strangely. “You do know who you’re with, right?”
“Yes, but Nero isn’t the underboss.”
Has he not told her?
“Um, you do know he can be, right? When Lucca becomes the boss?”