Aria
Before I know it, Lucas is on top of me, his lips crashing against mine, leaving me breathless. My hands instinctively slide up his back, nails grazing his skin as I pull him closer. His weight presses me into the mattress, and all I can think is how much I fucking missed this.
“Lucas…” I manage to gasp between kisses, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
He smirks against my lips, his breath hot against my skin. “Not sure,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers between my thighs. “But I’ll make it quick.”
And then his fingers find my clit, moving in slow, teasing circles that make my hips buck.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he chuckles roughly. His finger hovers just at my entrance, driving me insane with the teasing.
I bite my lip, barely able to hold back a moan. “And you’re already so fucking hard,” I shoot back, slipping my fingers down to wrap around his dick.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder as I stroke him, my fingers brushing his tip. His breath hitches, and he lets out another groan, deeper this time. The sound sends a rush of heat through me, and I can’t help but smile. Goddess, I love it when he gets desperate like this.
But my smugness doesn’t last long. Lucas suddenly grabs my wrists and pins them above my head firmly.
“What the fuck,” I mutter, glaring up at him. Even with the wolfsbane in his system, he’s still so damn strong.
His lips curve into a wicked grin. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he murmurs, trailing a line of kisses from my belly button up to my chest. “Because I missed you so fucking much.”
I open my mouth to sass him back, but the words die in my throat when his mouth closes around my left nipple. He sucks, licks, and teases until I’m writhing beneath him, my toes curling from the intensity.
“Lucas…” I gasp, my back arching off the bed.
“I’m going in,” he whispers, thick with need.
And then he’s inside me, filling me completely. My walls clench around him, and it feels like he was made just for me. He pauses, letting me adjust, and I can feel every inch of him. My breath comes in short, shaky gasps, and when he finally starts moving, slow and deliberate, I lose all sense of control.
“Faster,” I cry out, tossing my head back as stars dance behind my closed eyes.
Lucas doesn’t listen. Of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he keeps his maddeningly slow pace, his hips rolling in a circular motion that makes me want to scream. His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking and nibbling, and I’m completely at his mercy, my hands still pinned above my head.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice strained. He shifts, grabbing my leg and hooking it over his shoulder.
The new angle has me seeing fucking galaxies. He thrusts harder, faster now, each stroke sending shockwaves through my body. The sound of our wet, slick movements fills the room, mingling with our heavy breathing and my shameless moans.
My stomach tightens, the heat pooling low in my belly. “I’m gonna cum,” I gasp brokenly.
“Yes, angel,” he growls, keeping his thrusts relentless. “Cum for me.”
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves me trembling and crying out his name. Lucas doesn’t stop, not until he lets out a low, guttural groan, spilling inside me.
He collapses beside me, both of us panting so fucking hard.. For a moment, neither of us speaks, the only sound in the room is our ragged breaths.
But then reality sets in. I sit up abruptly, shooting him a glare. “Fuck… This is the second time you’ve finished inside me. Are you trying to get me pregnant, Lucas?”
He props himself up on one elbow, a smug grin spreading across his stupidly handsome face. “And if I am?”
“We’re not ready for a baby, Lucas,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.
He hums, clearly unbothered. “Don’t worry. You’re not gonna get pregnant.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, flopping back onto the bed. “I don’t even have my pills here.”
He pulls me close, tucking me against his chest. His hand strokes my back in slow, soothing circles. “Come on, Aria. You’re not gonna get pregnant. And even if you do… it’d be the best thing to ever happen to me.”
I gape at him, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. But before I can argue, he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Now sleep,” he says firmly.
I grumble under my breath but snuggle closer, inhaling his scent. Goddess, I missed him so fucking much-even though it’s only been a day. My eyes flutter shut, and before I know it, I’m out.
….
I step out of the shower, a towel snug around my waist, water dripping from my hair. Great. Lucas has already showered, thrown on one of Sarita’s mate’s clothes, and is probably waiting for me to figure out my next move. And here I am, with zero clothes of my own. Ugh. I glance at the closet area and spot one of those oversized shirts. Perfect.
I grab it, slip it over my head, and just as I’m pulling it down, the door flies open.
Lucas walks in, brows furrowed like he’s ready to interrogate me. His eyes land on the shirt, and his jaw clenches. “What are you wearing?”
“A shirt, duh,” I say, rolling my eyes as I try to act all nonchalant. “What, you expect me to prance around naked or something?”
“Take it off,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“What!” I gape at him, clutching the shirt like my life depends on it. “Are you serious right now?”
He holds up a bag and smirks. “I got you some clothes.”
After a mini staredown…which, by the way, I lose-I give in. A few minutes later, I’m in the simple gown he picked out, feeling oddly touched. This man really couldn’t handle me wearing another dude’s shirt. Jealous Lucas is low-key adorable.
He steps back and gives me an approving nod. “Much better. You look beautiful, angel.”
“Thanks, baby,” I say, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the door. “Now let’s go get some breakfast before I start gnawing on your arm.”
At the restaurant, Lucas orders for us, and I dig in like a starving maniac. I haven’t eaten in hours, so judge me all you want. Between bites, I notice him glancing at his phone, his brows furrowed in that broody way that makes me both annoyed and swoony.
After breakfast, we step out for a morning walk. The streets are quiet, almost too quiet, but the cool air feels good, and holding Lucas’s hand makes it even better.
“So, what’s going on?” I ask, side-eyeing him.
He glances at me, playing dumb. “What?”
I stop walking and raise an eyebrow, giving him my best you can’t fool me look.
Lucas sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… I’m mad at myself. What if Vanessa didn’t come? Ethan could’ve…”
“Lucas,” I cut him off, squeezing his hand. “I’m fine. You don’t have to keep beating yourself up over it. All that matters is we’re together now.”
His shoulders relax a little, and he nods. “You’re right.”
I motion to his phone with my free hand. “Okay, but seriously, what’s with the phone? You’ve been glued to it.”
“Damon gave it to me,” he says, holding it up. “I’ve been texting with him. Sarita and Theo got out safely. But my dad is fucking pissed. He’s got them all monitored, including your friends. They can’t even use the mind-link without him knowing.”
“Shocker,” I say with a laugh. “Your dad’s control issues are, like, legendary at this point.”
Lucas sighs again, his thumb brushing over mine. “His men are everywhere, Aria. We’re not really safe out here.”
I stop walking and face him. “Then let’s leave. Go far away. Start over.”
He hesitates, clearing his throat like he’s about to drop bad news. “There’s a problem. My dad froze all my accounts.”
I burst out laughing, doubling over as he stares at me like I’ve lost it. “Wait, that’s why you’ve been brooding? Oh my Goddess, Lucas. Chill. We’ll just start over, get jobs, you know, be normal people or whatever.”
“Get a job?” He looks horrified, like I just told him he has to eat broccoli for the rest of his life.
“Yeah, why?”
“I’ve never worked before,” he says, dead serious.
My jaw drops. “Like, never? Are you fucking kidding me?”
He shakes his head, and I’m reminded that I’m dating the son of a billionaire. Of course, he’s never had a job.
“Don’t worry,” he says, wrapping his arms around me with that damn cocky smile. “I’ve got you. I know you’ll take care of both of us.”
“Oh, brother,” I mutter, shaking my head. Maybe we should just run to Aunt Esther and beg for her help.
Before I can say anything else, Lucas stiffens, his eyes glued to his phone. “What’s wrong?” I ask, already dreading the answer.
He doesn’t look up. “We need to move. My dad’s men are close by.”
And just like that, the calm morning is over. Damn it.