Page 32 of My Sunfall

His intoxicating scent wraps around me, stealing the air from my lungs. I turn my face away, but he only chuckles ominously under his breath, and the vibration of it rolls through his chest into my body.

“You can fight me all you want,” he says, his thumb brushing against the inside of my wrist. “But I’ll make you understand that you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Something inside me spirals and splinters. I’m torn between fear, fury and the terrifying buzz of awareness of his hard body plastered against mine.

He lifts himself up and without letting go of my wrists, grabs the sheet covering me and rips it away, exposing me to his gaze. Heat creeps up my face. As usual, I’m only wearing panties in bed, and now I wish I had at least put on a tank top.

His hungry gaze rakes over me, burning and wild. “So fucking beautiful,” he rumbles.

“Lucas, let’s talk this out.” My voice sounds desperate, pleading, and my breath comes out in short, shallow huffs.

“Now you wanna talk?” The broken laugh that comes out of him chills me to the bone. “I don’t think so. I’ve tried to talk, to explain. Guess what, cara mia, I’m done talking. Now let me show you.”

His lips crash over mine again, controlling and hard. I try to twist my face away, but he releases my wrists to grab my jaw and hold me in place while his tongue plunders my mouth in hard, dominating strokes. I struggle harder, but it only seems to push him on. He breaks the kiss and slides lower down my body while one hand circles my throat to pin me in place. He closes his mouth around one of my nipples in a hot kiss and the sensation of his tongue swirling around the peak makes my breath stutter. My mind is fractured, I know I should fight him, but I am paralyzed. This side of him terrifies me, but it also calls to something deep within me. I am lost in the sensation of his lips, of his tongue gliding over my skin and his hands holding me in a death grip. His mouth trails lower, as he is kissing his way down to—

No…

“Please,” I whimper. “Lucas, not like this.”

But he seems beyond hearing me, beyond any sane reasoning. He releases my throat and when I try to wriggle away, he grabs my hips to pin me to the mattress so hard I know I’ll bruise. His mouth reaches my panties and he flicks his tongue over the fabric with an animalistic groan. Then he hooks his hand under the fabric and tears the cloth away in one swift motion.

“Lucas—” I try again, but my voice breaks off when his mouth descends on me, hot and hungry. I buck and cry out from the sensation, from the scorching heat building in my belly. He drags his tongue all the way up to my clit, while his hands are wrapped around my thighs to pin me right there, open and offered to him. He is feral now, sucking and licking at my core until I writhe under him, not knowing if I want to escape him or rub myself harder against his mouth. I fist my hands into the sheets so hard my fingers are numb.

“Fucking delicious,” he growls against me, then he flicks his tongue over my pussy from bottom to top. Suddenly he is sucking my clit into his mouth in a hot and hungry kiss and a surge of blinding pleasure slams into me.

“Oh god, Lucas.” I pant. My mind deserts me and all I can think of is this heat coursing through my veins as his mouth and tongue circle and lick over my clit. Then he inserts two fingers into me, syncing the thrusts with his sucking. It’s all too much, my mind splinters and my body coils tight as a wave of pleasure drags me under, ripping the breath from my lungs. And I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me, ineluctable and brutal, so intense I see spots of light behind my lids. I shudder on and on, faintly hearing a voice, my voice, crying out his name in broken sobs.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lucas

She shatters against my tongue, and I hungrily lick up every last drop of her release. I can’t get enough of her, I need more. Only when her quivers stop, do I lift myself up to look down at her. She has her eyes closed, lips parted and chest heaving with each ragged breath. Her cheeks are flushed, a bead of sweat is trailing down between her perfect tits, and she has never looked as beautiful as now. She is glowing golden in the warm light of the lamp, body sated and bared to me like an offering. Something primal coils inside me, overpowering and all-consuming.

Mine.

I stand up and start unbuckling my belt. The sound makes her eyes fly open and she looks at me with a horrified expression. Then she flips on her belly and starts to crawl away. My vision tunnels. Where does she think she’s going?

“Oh no, love, you don’t get to run from me.”

I finish removing my pants and boxer briefs in a blink before I catch one of her ankles and drag her back toward me. She is struggling now, but her movements are sluggish from the daze of her orgasm. I bend over her and gather both her hands behind her back to hold her there.

“Lucas,” she whimpers. But I am too far gone, my pulse is rushing in my ears, and I can’t shake the blinding haze surrounding me, drowning me in lust and madness. I grab her hips and hoist her ass up until she is offered to me, her sweet cunt glistening from her release while her face is plastered to the mattress. I’m rock hard, I have been since the moment I came into her room and smelled her intoxicating scent. Now I am pushing the crown of my cock inside her soaking wet pussy. “Fuuuck, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”

I’m not sure if I hear her talk or plead, my mind is dissociating and her words don’t register. But as soon as her hot pussy wraps around my cock, something in me snaps and I drive inside her in one forceful thrust. Through the thrumming of the blood in my ears, I hazily hear her cry out. I know it must sting, because I feel myself bottoming out, through the fog clouding my vision, I see her pussy stretching around my girth, but I can’t stop. My breath is ragged as I try to cling to the last strand of sanity holding me together. But even this shatters when I start to move.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel like heaven.” I hear myself growl. I pull out and push back in, harder, faster, needing to be inside her, needing more. I need her to submit. I need to rip her open like she tore me apart. I want to crawl inside her, under her skin, embed myself into her and never leave. I need to own her, body, heart and soul so she won’t fucking leave me ever again. I hold her wrists with one hand while the other is holding her hip in a bruising grip. I am pounding into her so hard now her teeth rattle with each punishing thrust as the headboard slams loudly against the wall. I know I should slow down, be gentle and make tender love to her like she deserves. But the rage-filled beast in me has taken over the reins, and I am fucking her with everything I have, panting hard and gritting out praises through my clenched jaw.

“Look at how well you take my cock. Such a good girl.” I slam into her again and again.

She lets out a ragged cry and throws her head back, spine arched.

“Take it, sweetheart. Say you want more, say it,” I order harshly.

She doesn’t reply and my rage boils over. I release her wrists and bend over her to wrap my hand around her hair and pull her head back, snarling into her ear as I fuck her harder.

“Take it.” All of this pent-up rage.

“Take everything I give you.” All of this madness consuming me.