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  “You’re right,” he ground out, thrusting against her in a steady rhythm, and he could feel the beads of precum dripping down the length of his cock. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been this painfully aroused. Only Olivia did that to him. “This pussy is mine, and I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep and often that you’ll feel like something’s missing when I’m not inside you.”

  She scraped her nails lightly down his back, her hips arching up to meet his. “Yes, Lucian,” she hissed out. “That’s what I want.”

  He kissed her, still rubbing against her. Her panties were so wet that he could feel the slickness through his boxer briefs, making him moan and thrust harder.

  She shook beneath him, her hips rising to meet him. “Don’t stop,” she panted against his lips. “I’m close. You’re gonna make me come like this.” Her hands moved down his back and to his ass, gripping him, urging him on.

  He changed the angle of his hips slightly, griding his cock against her clit, more of her wetness seeping through. He clenched his jaw against the urge to rip her panties off and sink into her right then, right there, but he wouldn’t allow himself that until he’d made her come a couple times. He refused to rush through this.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he said, then kissed her again. “You’re making a mess of both your underwear and mine.” She moaned, louder and longer than before and he kissed her, grinning. He loved that he didn’t need to be soft and sweet with her, that she loved the teasing and the dirty talk as much as he did. “Come all over me, Liv.” He pressed his forehead to hers as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock against her pussy in a steady rhythm.

  “Oh, shit. I’m coming. Oh, fuck, Lucian,” she moaned, and he kept up his steady rhythm, watching, completely enthralled as her back arched and her hips jerked, her nails digging into his ass. She writhed against him, the most beautiful moans falling from her lips, her head thrashing back and forth. There was nothing on earth more gorgeous than this, than Olivia completely losing herself to her orgasm. An orgasm he’d given her.

  The first of thousands.

  He gradually slowed as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm, fresh wetness coating both of them. He could smell how turned on she was and his mouth watered. He’d gotten a small taste when he’d licked her fingers clean, but he didn’t just want an appetizer. He wanted the whole damn meal.

  With shaking hands, she reached for his boxer briefs, trying to shove them down, and he growled, pinning her wrists above her head. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not going to rush a feast that’s been five years in the making. I had a taste of that pussy I’ve been fantasizing about, but I need more than just a taste.”

  She bit her lip and left her hands above her head, spreading her legs wider. “It’s yours.” Her eyes met his. “I’m yours.” A bolt of possession scorched through him, and with a groan he brought his mouth to her breast, biting and licking at the soft flesh. She wove her fingers into his hair, her breathing ragged. Sucking her nipple into his mouth, her back arched off the bed, her fingers tightening their grip on him. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and then released her, kissing and licking his way to her other breast and giving it the same treatment. He went back and forth until she was squirming beneath him, until her skin was a subtle pink from the rasp of his stubble against her.

  “Please,” she begged, half moan, half sob. “Please, Lucian.”

  He looked up at her, her nipple brushing against his lips as he spoke. “Please what?” He wanted to hear her say it, loving the dirty words that tumbled from her mouth. And lucky for him, she wasn’t some shy wallflower who needed coaxing.

  “Eat my pussy, you tease,” she said, pushing at his shoulders and making him chuckle. “You want a feast? Come and get it.” He loved the bite of impatience in her voice, the hint of desperation. Giving in, he started kissing his way down her stomach and over her hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Immediately, she lifted her hips off the bed so he could slide them off, and he tossed them over his shoulder. He tugged her hips forward and then settled himself between her legs, anticipation beating hotly through him. He inhaled deeply and his cock pulsed and throbbed, his balls painfully tight. Sliding his hand up her thigh and into the small thatch of short brown curls covering her mound, he gave the hair a gentle tug, making her hips jerk and her legs spread even wider apart.

  “Look at you, sweetheart,” he said, trailing a finger up and down her slit, deliberately avoiding her clit. “So fucking pretty. So pink and wet and swollen.” He leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy, her taste flooding him and making his blood pound through his veins. “Mine.”

  “Oh, fuck,” she whispered, threading her hands through his hair. “Fuck, baby.” It had been a long time since a woman had called him baby—hell, it had been a long time since a woman had called him anything at all—but nothing had ever sounded sweeter than that term of endearment coming from Olivia.

  With her hands tight in his hair, he licked her slowly, dragging his tongue from her entrance to her clit. When he reached her clit, he paused there, working his tongue over it, back and forth, up and down, her hips swiveling against the mattress as she let out a loud moan. In that moment, a bomb could’ve gone off and he wouldn’t have noticed, he was so consumed with the taste of her. With making her feel good. He licked her slowly, over and over again, teasing her clit with his tongue, her moans becoming louder and louder. He backed off, trailing kisses across her inner thighs and earning an annoyed grunt from Olivia.

  He kissed her pussy again, nipping at her outer lips with his teeth. “Fucking hell, Liv. So damn sweet. I’m gonna need my mouth on you every single day.” And it was true. He wouldn’t be able to live without her taste, her scent, the feel of her skin against his. He hadn’t even been inside her yet, but he knew all of that was true.

  She moaned again, the sound laced with frustration, so he made his way back to her pussy and then sucked her clit into his mouth, working it with his lips and tongue. Her entire body went rigid, her moans fading into nothing but jagged breaths. He released her clit and swirled his tongue over it, then sucked it back into his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair and she let out a shuddering sigh, her clit starting to swell against his tongue.

  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, returning to the slow licks of before. “When I suck on this sweet little clit.”

  “Mmmhmm,” she managed, her cheeks bright pink as she looked down at him. “Your mouth feels so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

  Even though he’d already known it, hearing her strained admission that she’d imagined him eating her pussy pushed him over the edge, and he didn’t have it in him to tease her anymore. He needed her coming against his mouth. Now. He sucked her clit back into his mouth and massaged his tongue over it in a steady rhythm. Her hips started to quake and he slid two fingers inside her, moaning at the tight, wet heat that greeted him. Fuck, he was going to die inside her, wasn’t he?

  He curled his fingers up and stroked them over her, searching for that tiny rough spot, his lips and tongue still working her clit. When he found it, he pressed on it gently, and she screamed, her pussy spasming around his fingers, milking them in a way that made his cock so painfully hard he had to grind his hips into the mattress.

  “Fuck, Lucian!” Her voice was ragged, her hips bucking and jerking as she came. “Oh, shit!” He didn’t let up until the fluttering pulses of her orgasm started to fade, and only then did he slide his fingers out of her and release her clit. If she’d been wet and swollen before, she was even more so now. He skimmed his fingers over her folds, careful to avoid her oversensitive clit. He didn’t want to stop touching her, stop looking at her. He leaned forward and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her clit and she let out a choked sob. He kept stroking her gently, playing in her folds, obsessed. Addicted. After a moment, she levered herself up onto her elbows, looking at him with a crooked grin.

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bsp; “You gonna stay down there all night?” she asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

  He chuckled and kissed her clit again. “I might. Been wanting to get my mouth on you for so long, Liv.”

  She sat up all the way and then rose to her knees. “Come here,” she whispered, the light shining in her eyes unmistakable. The way she was looking at him, it was more than just lust or desire. They hadn’t said the words, but the feeling was there. He could see it.

  She loved him. Somehow, this young, gorgeous creature had fallen in love with him, old twisted bastard that he was. Violent beast that he was.

  He rose to his knees too, meeting her in the middle of her bed, and slid his arms around her, savoring the press of her naked body against his. He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, and they both moaned, fresh heat and arousal already spreading between them. Reaching between them, she slipped her hand into his boxer briefs, curling her fingers around his cock. She gasped against his lips as she started to stroke him.

  “You’re even bigger than I thought. Jesus,” she breathed, stroking him in a steady rhythm that had him clenching his jaw. She made a purring sound in the back of her throat as she slicked her thumb over the weeping head of his cock. “Baby, you’re dripping,” she said, rubbing the moisture over his head. She took her hand away and tugged his boxer briefs down, making a soft sound in the back of her throat when he sprung free. “Your cock is gorgeous.”

  He pulled her tight against him, his cock pressed to her soft belly, and kissed her, long and deep. Kissed her until the entire world dropped away. Kissed her until they were both panting, restless hands moving over each other.

  Unable to wait any longer, he tossed his boxer briefs aside and then eased her back on the bed. He came down on top of her, careful to keep his weight off her. She wasn’t a tiny thing, but he was still probably a good seventy or eighty pounds heavier than her, and crushing her wasn’t on the list of things he wanted to do to her right now.

  Her legs wound around his waist and they both moaned as his cock slid against her pussy. This was the moment of no return. The moment he’d been waiting for and wanting and denying himself for five years.

  “There’s no going back from this, Liv,” he said, thrusting his hips and working his cock against her. “Once I’ve been inside you, I’m never going to let you go. If we do this, you’re mine.”

  She shifted her hips, moving to meet his shallow thrusts as he coated himself in her arousal. “Oh, so we’re pretending I haven’t been yours for the past five years?” she asked, and it was as though her question—meant to tease and provoke, as usual—set off a flash bomb inside him, every single interaction, every single fantasy, every single heated gaze and teasing remark coalescing into this one moment that was both an ending and a beginning.

  “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered, sliding his cock over her again and again.

  She gasped softly and tugged him down for a slow, deep kiss. “I’ve been in love with you for years, Lucian. Years.”

  He kissed her again, fire coursing through his veins. Lust and love and the need to possess, to claim all scorching through him, obliterating everything else except her. The only woman he’d ever loved. Olivia.

  She scored her nails down his back, and he let out a low growl, grinding into her. “I want it raw, Liv. I want to fuck you bare and come inside you because you’re mine. Nothing between us. Are you protected?”

  He felt new wetness coat his cock at his words, and she nodded. “I’m on the pill.”

  “Good. And I promise you, I’m good. You’re safe with me.”

  She met his eyes, lifting one hand to cup his cheek, love and trust and happiness shining out at him from those gorgeous brown eyes. “I know.”

  Reaching between them, he lined himself up with her entrance, holding her hooded gaze as he pushed inside her for the first time. She was so wet that even though it was a tight fit, he slid deep with one thrust. She gripped him so beautifully, so perfectly, like she was made for him. Pleasure seared down his spine as he slid all the way in on the second thrust, burying himself inside her.

  It was the most perfect moment of his entire life, finally getting inside Olivia. It felt like completion, like joy, like finally finding home.

  “Yes,” she whispered and then moaned as she started to come around him with his cock seated deep inside her. She’d been so primed for him that two thrusts of his cock was all it took to send her over the edge. Her walls milked him as her pussy spasmed, her nails digging into his ass, her back arching off of the bed. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Never felt anything more perfect.

  He kissed her, swallowing down her moans as he established a slow, deep rhythm, her arms winding around his neck. Her nails scraped over his scalp as she wove her fingers into his hair, her soft, breathy moans urging him on.

  “God, Liv,” he groaned, kissing her again. “It’s so fucking good.”

  “Lucian,” she sighed, holding him tight, her legs inching higher around his waist, urging him deeper. He kissed his way from her mouth to her neck, his hips moving faster now, taking her harder. Deeper. The mattress creaked beneath them as they moved together, completely lost in each other. He kissed his way back to her mouth, the slide of his tongue against hers mirroring the slide of his cock in and out of her body.

  Fuck, he was inside her and it still wasn’t enough. He needed to be deeper, so deep she’d never forget who she belonged to. He rose to his knees and laid her ankles on his shoulders, then pressed his weight forward so her knees were almost to her shoulders. He pulled out and then thrust back in, hard and deep.

  “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders. “You’re so deep. So damn deep inside me.”

  He slammed his hips into hers, the headboard banging against the wall. She bit her lip, muffling a scream. For several minutes, he pushed them higher and higher, the sounds of their moans, the wet slide of his cock in and out of her clenching pussy, the headboard crashing against the wall filling the room. Her pussy started to flutter and spasm around him and he kept up his brutal rhythm.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my cock again,” he said, riding her hard.

  “Fuck, baby, I…yeeeeeeeesssssssss!” she screamed, her eyes fluttering closed as she rippled around him, pulling him even deeper. She let out a series of long, loud moans, convulsing and shaking. He slowed his thrusts, watching her, totally entranced by the look of bliss on her face. When she opened her eyes, she smiled up at him, so warm and bright and full of happiness that he felt like he was being cracked open, sunshine pouring into his darkest corners.

  He smiled back at her and let her legs drop back down to the bed, coming down on top of her and kissing her, needing that connection again. It was disorienting, experiencing this kind of intense happiness. He wasn’t used to it.

  As he thrust in and out of her, his forehead pressed to hers, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel the heat coiling low in his belly, the pressure building at the base of his spine, the tightness in his balls. Sweat slicked his chest and back, partly from exertion and partly from the effort of holding back his own orgasm, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible.

  “It’s so good, baby. You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, winding her arms around his neck. “I love you, Lucian.”

  At her words, he couldn’t hold back anymore. It was like his orgasm was being ripped from him and he pounded into her, so hard and deep that the entire bed shook with it. Pleasure sizzled down his spine, everything inside him going white hot as his cock pulsed and he started to come. The knowledge that he was bare inside her, that he was coming inside her, filling her up, claiming and marking her, made it even hotter and he couldn’t do anything but come and feel as he poured himself into her.

  “Olivia,” he moaned, kissing her, thrusting into her as he pulsed inside her one last time. “I love you.”

  12

  Still compl
etely naked, Olivia padded from her bedroom to her kitchen to retrieve the two bottles of water she’d taken out of the fridge over an hour ago. Her entire body felt boneless, completely relaxed, every ounce of tension gone. Then again, she’d come four times—five, if you counted the orgasm she’d given herself in the car earlier—so it was a miracle she was even able to walk.

  As she stepped into the kitchen, she pressed her hands to her cheeks, smiling so big it almost hurt. She felt as though she were floating, walking on air. Was this real?

  Please, God, let this be real.

  He loved her. He actually loved her, and he wasn’t letting her go. At least, that’s what he’d said in the heat of the moment. A tendril of fear curled its way around her heart as she replayed everything he’d said, because she knew that guys said stuff during sex that they didn’t necessarily mean. Granted, Lucian was very, very different from any guy she’d been with before…She knew what she wanted. But she wasn’t entirely sure what to think, given their history. Obviously they needed to debrief.

  She grabbed the bottles of water from the island where they’d left them, a little shiver coursing through her at the sight of Lucian’s gun on the counter. For a little while, she’d forgotten all about Massimo and the danger he presented, but everything came rushing back, making her long for the safety and shelter of Lucian’s body. Waters in hand, she headed back to her bedroom.

  Her heart caught in her throat at the sight of Lucian sprawled on her bed, one arm casually propped behind his head, his gorgeous body completely on display. She’d known he was strong and fit, but she’d been completely unprepared for what she’d found beneath his clothes. Broad shoulders, arms roped with hard muscle, and a drool worthy torso delineated with defined pecs and rock-hard abs. He even had those delicious cut lines along his hips—lines she intended to trace with her tongue in the very near future. His impressive cock lay across his thigh, still half hard. God, that cock. Long and thick and perfect. Gorgeous and made for her, just like the rest of him.