It seems you weren’t right at all.
“Shhh, love,” Lucas whispers.
His other hand goes directly under my pyjama shirt to one of my boobs, giving it a soft and sweet squeeze. He makes me put one hand over my mouth so my moans won’t be heard. I close my eyes to feel all the pleasure he is offering me.
He massages my clit, and one finger goes down in circles, slowly entering me just a bit to feel the wetness that is already aggressively forming, making him softly moan in my ear.
Given what happened just a matter of hours before, my body didn’t even seem to be bothered by the loss of a fragment of my heart. Even more, my hips push forward for his finger to go deeper, and I realise that Anora wanted to take control.
Not now, shithead!
But now it’s just perfect. I would’ve let you relax a bit.
And you just happened to think about my own good now.
I’m better on my own, thank you.
Lucas gets me out of my thoughts, retracting his finger from inside of me and pushing one leg forward to spread them more. Before realising, I feel his fingers moving aside my underwear and his cock slowly entering me.
I bite my lips not to make any sound, but a small one crashes against Lucas’s ears, and I can feel him smile while softly kissing me on my neck.
“Let’s see how you can handle not screaming my name,” he whispers, pushing himself to the end.
He retracts in the same tormenting manner, making me breathe heavily through my fingers.
To make things even tougher, Lucas’s hand, which was on my breast, goes to my clit while his member is picking up the pace, wanting to drive me insane. The pleasure amplifies, starting to get me to new highs, and it’s surprising that I don’t get the agitated moans out of my mouth, given the fact that I’m already so close to my orgasm. It doesn’t happen to me that often. With him is completely different, more special, something intoxicating in a good way.
Something perfect, ahhh. How good it feels. Come on, Anmara, moan for the others to hear how good Lucas makes you feel.
I try not to react to whatever mysistertells me, but some innocent moans still get through my fingers, but not sufficientlystrong enough to get past the closed doors. At least, that is what I hope for.
As for how slow his movements are, my orgasm comes out brutal, making me moan without even thinking about who could be hearing me. Lucas cares a little, as he puts his hand over mine to stop some of the sounds of pleasure made by my vocal cords.
I feel him tensing and finishing inside of me with a muffled growl in the hollow of my neck. The crush of our orgasms made mine prolong even longer in the most amazing way, getting for a couple of moments in a parallel universe of how amazing it all felt. He moves slowly until all of his sperm is inside of me, but doesn’t get far when he stops his movement. He stays deep inside of me in the exact comforting position he is in.
Our hands move from my lips, and I can finally take a big breath that can maybe help me process the most magical orgasm of my life.
We stay in a profound silence for a couple of seconds, until it’s shattered by two simultaneous sounds from the adjacent rooms, making us laugh.
Paul and Blake activated snoring more in a similar rhythm, taking turns. Either they pretended they didn’t pick up our sounds, or they slept too profoundly to be able to hear something from us.
“Good night, Anmara,” Lucas whispers, gripping me strongly at his chest. “For anything that may happen going forward, I want you to know that I was honest when I told you I love you," he says, making me melt right into his arms.
“I love you too,” I say, getting out some words that may be too early to be said, especially after what happened today, but they are strong enough to hold us present for what will happen.
He softly touches my cheek with his lips, his kiss letting me embrace the world of dreams with open arms.
Chapter 25
The perfect sacrifice
The forest's cold breeze feels even more intense as I sink deeper into its heart. The trees become denser and denser, making it hard for me to weave through them. The sounds from afar are quickly approaching. Each step I am taking can bring me closer to another hell I want to avoid. I am trying to escape from one, but I don’t think my small body with fast steps is able to slip away quickly enough. I feel like he wants to surround me, that he is catching up with my pace.
The exhaustion starts to swallow me whole while I am running barefoot in the known forest. The one where horrible things happened because ofher. Not even the fact that I am wearing a very thin dress in the storm that had struck against the wilderness is helping much, because I start shivering cold.
My vision blurs as the rain becomes stronger. Everything around me is harder to see through the raindrops. One second of negligence keeps me from noticing the root of the big tree. I try to stop myself from falling, but my hands let me slip through the wetness of the ground, and I end up on my stomach.
The ache is pushing through my whole body. The sprained ankle accentuates my fear, and I can’t get up. I can’t escape him, because I am hearing his steps getting closer fast, even against the strong storm.
