“Luc,” I gasp, breathless.
He grins, pleased with himself, and finally rolls the condom down his cock, hand glistening under the moonlight from where his fingers had been inside me.
“But for now, we’ve got better things to do.” He strokes himself, eyes locked on mine as the thick head of his cock glides through my wetness, teasing me so good.
He taps his cock softly against my clit once, twice, a third time, each one drawing a pulse of pleasure that makes my breath hitch.
“What are you doing?” I question, my heart stammering when he doesn’t make a move to slide inside me.
“I’m knocking,” he says with a cocky grin. “I got told I have to ask first if I can come in. So can I?”
I roll my eyes with a laugh and push at his face. “Idiot.”
“You love it,” he murmurs, and before I can argue or tense up again, he starts to push in slowly, watching me the whole time.
I gasp at the intense stretch, and it’s somehow too much and not enough all at once.
He groans as his head falls back, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Putain,you feel like heaven.”
I dig my nails into his arms as he leans down and kisses me again. His hands frame my face as he sinks into me inch by inch, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths tangled. There’s a sting, pressure, a stretch that makes my breath hitch, but it’s not as bad as it was with Finn, and I don’t want to stop when he’s looking at me like I’m his gravity.
“You okay?” he whispers, barely moving.
I nod, clutching his shoulders. “Yeah. Just don’t move for a sec.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ve got you.”
The stars blink above us like they’re holding their breath as we stay like that, heartbeats syncing, bodies still.
When the ache dulls and I nod again, he pulls back slightly and rolls his hips forward slowly. It knocks the breath out of me again, and my fingers dig into his back, not from pain but from howrightit feels. He’s so warm, so solid, and every movement feels like he’s asking again and again—are you sure, do you trust me, is this still okay?
Every moan I give him is an answer.
I tug at his hair for another kiss, one that quickly turns hungry and desperate, chasing the rhythm of his body, my hips rising to meet every thrust. The heat coils in my belly again, slower this time.
Luc’s lips trail down my neck, his breath warmagainst my skin, igniting a trail of goose bumps. He lingers at the hollow of my throat, his tongue flicking out to taste me before he sucks, creating a blossoming ache that sends shivers through me, and urging me to raise my hips to meet his. He groans against my neck, and the sound is so utterly Luc that it makes my knees weak.
He moves lower, his mouth finding the curve of my shoulder, nipping and kissing, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Each kiss, each bite, is a mark, a claim, and I revel in the sensation of being wanted, of beinghis.
When his mouth finally wraps around my nipple, I cry out at the overwhelming sensation of his wet mouth alongside his continuous thrusting, and I find myself lost in the rhythm of his mouth and his hips. It’s as if he’s memorizing me and branding me with his love.
“Lu-uc.” I’m barely able to catch my breath.
His hand slides between my thighs, fingers finding my clit again, and I surrender completely, letting go of all my fears and insecurities. In this moment, under the stars, wrapped in lavender, there’s only him and me, and the fire between us.
“Tu es parfaite,” he breathes into my neck, punctuating his words with thrusts. “You’re perfect,Petite.Mmm. Feels so damn good.”
And right now, beneath him, Ifeelperfect.
“Look at me.” He pants, one hand cradling my cheek, grounding me even as his hips drive into mine. His thrusts come faster now, deeper, but they’re still careful. “I want to see you when you come around mybite.”
His words hit me low and hot, and my eyes flutter, trying to hold onto him through the blur of pleasure. My hands clutch at him, anywhere I can find skin, while he brushes his mouth over mine, coaxing me back to him.
“S’il te plaît, ma Petite,” he murmurs, his breath fanning across my cheek. “Let me see you.”
I force my eyes open, and the moment I meet his intense blue gaze, it’s like a fuse is lit. The pleasure crests again, but this time it’s too big, too much, and when it happens, it’s like falling, flying, breathing, and beingalive.My body tightens, legs locking around his waist, and my nails scrape his back as I sob his name. There’s no other word big enough to hold what I feel.
I arch into him, clinging to him, and Luc follows me over the edge with a low moan, burying his face in my neck as he shudders through it, whispering broken French against my skin.
