Page 48 of The Viper
“Don’t be disappointed,” he said, locking the door behind us. “No hidden weapons cache.”
“Yet.”
The room smelled like him—cedar, rain, and something darker that lived between those two. I kicked off my shoes, my feet grateful, my heart still drumming from the adrenaline of the night.
He started to say something, but I reached up, catching his face in my hands, and kissed him before words could ruin it.
The kiss deepened, slow and sure. His hands found my waist, then my back, sliding higher until my whole body leaned into his. We moved toward the bathroom without planning to, drawn by instinct, laughter catching in our throats when we hit a wall and then the doorway.
The lights in the bathroom were soft, golden. Steam curled from the shower he switched on without looking. Water hissed against marble, filling the air with heat.
I traced a finger down the line of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm beneath. “You sure you want this complication?”
“I stopped being sure the second you walked into that bar,” he said quietly. “But I’m not walking away.”
The rest was motion—buttons undone, wet fabric peeled away, skin meeting skin under the steam. The water washed away salt and sand and pretense. His hands framed my face, his mouth found mine, and for a long time, there was nothing but heat and breath and the sound of the storm returning outside.
When we stumbled to the bed, wrapped in towels that didn’t stay on long, it wasn’t the hunger of the beach anymore. It was slower, deeper, the kind of wanting that askswho are you when no one’s watching?
I lay back against the plush hotel sheets, my breath hitching as Lucas's eyes devoured me, tracing every inch of my skin with an intensity that made my pulse thunder. His muscularframe, still damp, loomed over me, broad shoulders flexing as he lowered himself, his calloused hands skimming my arms with a gentleness that contrasted his raw power.
Every touch ignited sparks, like electricity arcing between us, my body humming with anticipation.
His fingers trailed fire down my sides, and I shivered, amped up by the way his skin felt against mine—hot, commanding, yet so careful, as if I were fragile glass he worshiped.
“You’re mine now, Lexi,” he growled low, his voice vibrating through me, possessive and unyielding, sending a thrill straight to my core.
I wanted to be his. More than anything.
I nodded, my hands reaching for him, fingers tangling in his hair as he captured my lips in a kiss that was slow, deep, savoring every second.
His tongue danced with mine, teasing, exploring, building the heat until every nerve ending was alive and begging for more. He pulled back just enough to whisper against my mouth, “No one else touches you like this. Ever. You hear me?”
I nodded again, eagerly.
The obsession in his words wrapped around me like chains I craved, his hands sliding lower, cupping my breasts with reverence, thumbs circling my nipples until they peaked under his touch, sending jolts of pleasure racing through me.
He kissed a path down my neck, the day’s stubble grazing my skin in a delicious scrape, teeth nipping lightly to mark me as his. I arched into him, my body responding to his every move, the air thick with our shared breath. His possessiveness shone in the way he held me—firm, unapologetic, like he’d fight the world to keep me. Yet his care was evident, too, in the pauses where his eyes met mine, checking, ensuring I was right there with him.
Lower he went, his lips brushing over my collarbone, down to my breasts, where he lavished attention, sucking one nipple intohis mouth while his hand teased the other. The sensation was exquisite, waves of heat building, my hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled against my skin, the sound dark and satisfied, before continuing his descent, kissing along my stomach, his hands spreading my thighs with gentle insistence.
I gasped as he settled between my legs, his breath hot against my pussy. “Look at me, Lexi,” he commanded, his voice rough with need, and I did, locking eyes with him as he leaned in. His tongue flicked out first, a tentative taste that made me moan, my body jolting with the electric surge. He groaned in response, the vibration adding to the intensity, and then he delved deeper, his mouth covering me fully.
He licked slowly at first, savoring, his tongue tracing circles around my clit, building the pressure with deliberate strokes. Every lap sent shocks through me, my fingers clutching the sheets as I fought to stay grounded. He was meticulous, attentive to every gasp, every twitch, adjusting his rhythm to what made me writhe the most. His hands held my hips steady, firm grips that kept me in place, thumbs stroking soothing circles even as his tongue drove me wild.
He sucked gently on my clit, then harder, alternating with flat, broad licks that had me panting, my body amped up to a fever pitch. The electricity between us crackled—his touch igniting me, my responses fueling his obsession.
“Mine,” he murmured against me, the word a claim that vibrated through my core, pushing me closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside me, then two, curling them just right to hit that spot, pumping slowly in time with his tongue.
The combination was overwhelming, pleasure coiling tight in my belly, every nerve electrified by his careful, sensual assault. He watched me the whole time, his eyes drinking in my reactions like they were his alone to savor. I cried out his name, my backarching as the orgasm crashed over me, waves of ecstasy pulsing through me, leaving me trembling.
Only when I came down did he rise, his body aligning with mine, cock hard and ready. He entered me slowly, inch by inch, filling me with a tenderness that belied his strength, our bodies moving in a sensual rhythm. His thrusts were measured, deep, each one electrifying, building us both higher.
“You feel so perfect,” he rasped, his forehead against mine, greedy hands roaming my body. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer, lost in us.
Afterward, we stayed tangled in the sheets, the world finally quiet. The rain had faded to a whisper against the windows, and the city below felt far away.
I rolled onto my side, studying him in the lamplight. His chest rose and fell in a rhythm that looked like peace and sounded like restraint.
