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My heart pounded in my chest at the way he had said wife. So demanding. There was so much yearning and possession in that singular word.
“I’m on birth control. No babies.” I sat back and bit sharply at his lips. A growl rumbled through him.
Lucas crawled over me, forcing me back and causing me to fall onto my back again. Using his knees, he nudged my thighs farther apart and notched the head of his cock at my entrance. Just the tip, and my sex stretched in the most delightful way. I kicked my head back as he slid deeper into me.
A gasp left me from the force of our connection.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment the second I saw you walking toward my car.” Lucas slammed into me. A ragged breath stuck in my throat, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he began a maddening pace.
“You were such an arrogant jerk,” I replied, breathlessly. He chuckled before owning my mouth with his. Lucas’s large form covered mine, our panting breaths mingling, sweat starting to dot my skin. My hips met each punishing thrust, rubbing against the hidden spot inside me. Each retreat and forceful motion forward nearly caused my eyes to roll back into my head. The pure pleasure of being completely taken by this man—my husband—was slithering through me. A snake ready to sink its fangs intomy flesh and muscle, spreading its venom into my veins and then pumping into every organ with every beat of my raging heart.
To be so consumed by Lucas when primal desire and hunger was being satiated, there was nothing else that mattered. No other man could feed my starved body. No. Lucas Knight was the only man I craved.
The utter perfection of our joining prompted my center to spasm and quiver with the need to unfurl again. Lucas had power over me. And if I wasn’t so lost in the moment of sexual desire, it would terrify me.
He held the key to the chains that bound me. The only one that would release me from the prison I made for myself. He practically owned me, and I had willingly gone along with it. Because there was always something that sparked inside me when Lucas was around. Grumpy or not, his laugh, his touch induced an acute awareness that overflowed in the pit of my stomach. It brought forth a euphoric haze, so much more than anything I had ever felt with anyone.
That recognition, the one that my soul felt when we were close, was the reason I had so readily given myself to Lucas. A buzz of light and life and… something else I couldn’t quite explain. Like I was awake for the first time in years. He brought me to the surface of the water, pulling me from the depths of darkness, and allowed me to finally breathe again.
I fell over the edge with Lucas’s name on my lips, my chest rising and falling sporadically from the overwhelming pleasure rolling through my body.
“That’s right, little thief, keep coming for me.” Lucas withdrew suddenly and flipped me onto my belly, sliding back into my wet heat. The fullness of him sent a shudder through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Without slowing his pace, Lucas asked, “What’s wrong, Monroe? Too much for you?” He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my neck, ending with a quick nip to my flesh.
“I can’t…” I shook my head. The overstimulation from repeated orgasms was too much.
“You can and you will,” Lucas reassured me. The sound of our bodies coming together was loud throughout the room as he continued rocking into me. My thighs were slick with my arousal, and there was no doubt that the entirety of his length was covered in my essence.
“Lucas,” I whimpered. He grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up into the air. I gripped the sheets in a death grip as I felt the coil inside my core start to wind tightly. My legs quivered, and a burst of ecstasy thundered through me. A supernova, exploding so intensely, if Lucas hadn’t still been holding my hips, I would have collapsed.
Lucas stiffened, his thrusts became feverish and uneven, then he bellowed as he came, pumping into me a few more times before stilling and then withdrawing. He released my hips, and I slumped onto the mattress, fatigue swarming me.
Lucas placed kisses along my spine, and a grin pulled at my lips at the sweetness of it. This moody, devastating man just worshiped me like no other had before him. And I knew that no man would ever be able to match up.
He swept my dampened hair from my neck and pressed several soft kisses to my skin. “Fuck, even your sweat is intoxicating,” he groaned before falling onto his side next to me.
A soft giggle came from me as I turned my head to face him, resting my cheek against the comforter. Lucas propped his head onto a fist as he peered down at me and ran his fingertips alongmy bare flesh. I shivered, and his gaze locked in on the small movement.
In that moment, with Lucas staring at me, inspecting me, I became starkly aware of how screwed I was. I realized then; I would never be the same again. And Lucas Knight could shatter my world if he ever decided to leave me.
Chapter Forty-One
Lucas
Pure ecstasy. That’s what it felt like when I fucked Monroe.
When I had walked into the room and found her near tears, I came to the conclusion pretty quickly that it was because our deal was coming to an end.
My beautiful little thief had no idea that I would never let her go. That was something I knew the day I had rescued her from the dungeon beneath Charles’s compound.
As time sped by, my feelings for her had only grown. The need to protect her, to worship her and claim her never wavered.
Fuck, Fox knew it before I did. Bastard. But he was always able to read me. Knew me better than I knew my damn self.
Monroe was tucked against me, and I ran my fingers along her arm. The feel of her petite body against mine swarmed me with a sense of calm. It was an unfamiliar feeling but one that I looked forward to from now on. Like nothing else mattered in the moment.
No worries for tomorrow.
