Chapter 124: Thrust
"I wanted to kill him." Thrust.
"You are mine." Thrust.
"And you always will be." Thrust.
Now he flipped her, swift and seamless, laying her beneath him, never breaking their connection. He hovered over her, dark hair falling over his forehead, eyes burning with a hunger and love so intense it almost hurt to look at him. Her hands skimmed down his chest—still annoyingly perfect.
He angled his hips, adjusting slightly, and when he began to move again—oh. Stars. Her breath caught in her throat as he found her sweet spot and stayed there, deliberately dragging over it with every powerful thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Her fingers dug into his back. She whispered his name like a prayer, like a promise, like a curse and a cure.
Lucas watched her face, the way her expression melted into ecstasy, how her lips trembled as she tried to hold back moans, how her eyes rolled back as her body bowed off the bed in release. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And it undid him.
He followed her over the edge, a low groan leaving his chest as he buried himself deep, his grip tightening on her hips as he spilled inside her. He collapsed to the side with a dramatic sigh, still breathless, still completely stunned that she was actually there.
He pulled her close without hesitation, his arm wrapped around. "Stay here," he said quietly. Not a command. A plea.
Ava tilted her face up and kissed his chest, her lips brushing over the steady thump of his heart. She nodded, resting her head on him. With lazy fingers, she traced patterns on his chest, drawing invisible shapes until she found his tiny nipple and, with all the mischief she could muster, flicked it.