Chapter 124: Together Again (Smut!)
TERESA’S P.O.V.
The second kiss was wilder, searing with hunger and urgency. Lucian’s hands were relentless—gripping my waist, threading through my hair, skimming along my back—like he was desperate to touch every inch of me at once. I wasn’t much better. My hands were everywhere, tugging impatiently at his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips.
He guided me down onto the bed with ease, his body pressing into mine, his mouth never leaving mine for even a heartbeat. My pulse raced, pounding in my ears as Lucian’s hands began their slow descent over my thin evening gown. When his fingers found the zipper at my back, he paused just long enough to pull it down, the soft whisper of the fabric slipping to my waist sending a delicious shiver along my spine as my boobs bounced free from the restrain of the dress.
"Is it really you this time, Lucian? Are you here? Really here?" I whispered, breathless, my voice trembling with equal parts need and fear. I didn’t want anything to go wrong again, the fear of waking up tomorrow morning to him hating me again squeezed my chest. Was I being cheap again like he said last time? As much as I wanted him to pound the shit out of me, was I truly ready for this? Was he ready for this. His hands, warm and firm, slid lower, pushing the gown further down until it pooled at my hips.
"Yes, Teresa. I’m here, and I’m not letting you go." His voice, low and hot against my ear, sent shockwaves through my body. "You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this...wanted you. Wanted to make love to you. Let me have you."
His words melted the last of my restraint, and when his lips traced a path down my jaw to my throat, I arched beneath him, unable to stifle the moan that escaped me. His mouth was wicked—leaving wet, heated kisses that turned my skin into a live wire of sensation.
"Lucian," I moaned his name, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer.
"You taste so damn good, baby," he groaned against me, the raw edge in his voice igniting a fire deep in my core. The way he said it—so rough, so utterly hungry—sent my body spiraling. I didn’t stop to think; I pushed up, catching him off guard as I stripped his shirt from him in a frenzy. My lips found the hard planes of his chest, tasting his skin, reveling in the way his breath hitched.
He pushed me back down, his weight deliciously pinning me beneath him, his mouth trailing lower, teasing, torturing me with every touch. When his lips brushed against my navel, I flinched, a gasp slipping from my lips.