"You are truly amazing. Don’t you ever forget it?" He says before he recaptures my lips. Jayme clears his throat, but we don’t pay him any attention.
"All right, well, now that that’s all out in the open, I’m going to just head out for a few. Umm. Yea, I’m just going to leave youlovebirds alone now." He leaves and shuts the door. Hopefully, no one else barges in.
His kisses are frantic. As if he is afraid if he stops kissing me, I will disappear. Consuming me with the hunger of a man who has been starved for weeks. I could get used to this kind of passion. He leans against me, deepening the kiss, but my body screams out in agony, causing me to yelp.
"Shit. I’m sorry. Are you ok?" He is terrified that he may have just broken me more.
"Yeah, I’m ok. I'm just still in a bit of pain. Maybe we should hold off on this make-out session till I can move without wincing."
He kisses me on my forehead and brings me to his chest. "Take as much time as you need, mi amor. We have all the time in the world because I’m never leaving your side again."
Mi Amor? My Love? He actually loves me. It’s still so crazy to think that this man who has stood by my side for the last 15 years is the piece I have been missing inside me all along. I love him more than life itself. I never want to be separated from him again.
I melt into his embrace. My mind is calm now that I know Theo is completely gone. I can actually move past this without feeling like I have to watch over my shoulder for the psychopath. Maybe things can go back to being normal. I hope I will one day be able to sleep without seeing him in my mind.
71. Lucian
3 Months Later
Istand in my kitchen, looking at the assortment of boxes and random stuff thrown around. She decided not to fully unpack most of her things since she agreed to move to California with me. She officially broke her rental agreement last month and finished moving her stuff in. We leave in about two weeks, just after her birthday, and I’m so excited to start our life together in California.
"Babe, you coming? Jayme is on the way here; we can’t be late."
"All right, I’m coming. I’m coming. Keep your pants on, damn." She gets so spicy when she’s trying to get dolled up, but she looks perfect no matter what.
She walks out of the bedroom in a drop-dead, gorgeous black mini dress. She is holding a pair of Louboutin heels, which I bought her to replace her old pair. She loved those shoes. She is stunning. She’s healing well, minus the soreness of her bones and joints and the slight dip in her cheekbone. We purchased her an entire collection of wigs until her hair fully grows back to where she wants it. The swelling on her brain went down while she was still in the hospital. They were able to assess the extent of the damage, and thankfully, they didn’t believe there would be too many lingering side effects. She still gets a bit shaky if she stands too fast. Her hands don’t react as fast as they used to, and she sometimes shakes, which frustrates the hell out of her—simple tasks like curling her hair or putting on makeup taketwice as long. So, in the last few months, I’ve learned how to curl her hair and shave her legs without nicking her delicate skin. Shit, I’ve even learned how to apply her mascara. I’m there for whenever she needs me, even when she says she doesn’t need the help. She knows I am there if she does. As she steps closer, I drop to my knees.
"Let me help you with those heels, Mi Amor." She sits on the arm of the couch next to me, and I grab the first shoe. Lifting her leg, I trail kisses down her calf and ankle before placing the shoe on her foot. I do the same for the other leg. She looks down at me with desire in her eyes. We've tried to go slow. With her still healing physically and mentally, I didn’t want to risk pushing her too hard or hurting her. It’s been rough, though; I want to rip her clothes off every time I see her. We haven’t had sex yet, just some heated foreplay before I can tell her pain level is becoming too much. I can tell she feels bad, but she shouldn’t. I am content with whatever she is able to give me. Soon, though, I can feel it. She has been healing quicker than the doctors expected her to.
I grab her left leg again, trailing kisses higher on her upper thigh, stopping just below the hem of the short dress. I gently nip and lick at her plump thighs, nudging them apart before biting hard on the higher point of her inner thigh. I’m so close to her pussy that I can feel the heat from her arousal. She moans and clenches my head with her thighs. I’d happily die being suffocated by these thighs.
"Lucian," my name on her tongue sends ripples of pleasure across my entire body.
"Hmmm?" Is all I reply coyly as my tongue traces along the edge of her thong.
"I thought we had to go for Jayme’s surprise?" She runs her hands through my hair, gently pulling as she thrusts against my face.
"Pshh, he isn’t here yet to pick us up. Plus, I want to enjoy my woman first. So he will just have to wait." I pull her thong to the side and dip my tongue against her moist slit. Her body writhes on the arm of the couch.
"Oh, Lucian." She moans and gasps as I alternate licking and sucking her most sensitive spot. I tease her slit with a finger, gently thrusting it in and out.
"Mm... more. Please, Sir. I need more." She whimpers. God, I love it when she calls me that.
I pull away, only to lift her off the arm of the couch and set her on the seat. I kneel before her again like the queen she is. I may be her Dom, but she is my queen, and I will worship her until the day I die. I place my palm against her lower stomach, having her lean back as I slide the dress further up her frame. She tries to thrust her hips into me.
"Ah, ah, ah, Mi Amor. No need to rush. Just lay back and enjoy."
She’s so eager and ready for me all the time. I can’t wait until she’s healed enough where I’ll be able to bend her over this couch and show her just how much I crave every inch of her body, mind, and soul.
I slide her thong off and drape each leg over my shoulders. Then I dig in. Lapping her up. She tastes divine—my own personal aphrodisiac. I slide two fingers knuckle deep and feel her clench around me, causing a growl to escape my throat. The sound only causes her to become more aroused as she grips my hair, thrusting harder against my face. I love it when she writhes against my tongue and takes her pleasure. She had so much taken from her by the fucker we won’t name, so it’s only fair I let her reclaim everything that was lost. I can tell she is close by the way her body is tensing up.
"That's it, baby, just let go."
I give one final thrust, pressing into that sweet spot that makes her toes curl. I press my tongue firm, flat against her clit, and watch her shatter. Her face contorts in pleasure, and her legs shake as her orgasm crashes over her. The sounds leaving her throat are pure ecstasy. I hold my fingers and tongue still as she calms down, then I pull away. Her eyes are closed as she catches her breath. God, she is perfect.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
"You fuckers done in there? I could hear her moans from the elevator." Jayme is here. The blush that creeps across her entire body is adorable. As if he hadn’t heard and watched her come apart just like that before.
