I’m craving his touch, so I lift my hips for the hand that just left my body.
His gaze gets to my eyes, and I can see in his forests a profound possessiveness through his dilated pupils. His smirk gives me chills, but also turns me on in the most amazing way. I can only give him the best answer.
“I am yours,my love. You marked me down and stole my heart. You will be the one to dig up the graves for all the people who will dare to take me from you.”
He growls and jumps on me. My mouth welcomes his crazy lips, while two of Lucas’s fingers go down my pants, under them and the lingerie, directly inside of me. My moan is desperate for more, while struggling not to be too loud to get past the door.
He starts moving way faster, but, at the same time, I’m also feeling his erection almost snapping his jeans right next to the zone that’s worshipped. My hips have gone directly for his cock, wanting even more. I want him deep inside of me. Now.
“You really want to scream my name, you little devil,” Lucas smiles in our kiss.
The movements of his fingers amplify, just as by breathing. My heart is threatening to get out of my chest and combine with Lucas’s in a very possessive way, especially when the first signs of my orgasm appear faster than ever.
My legs start trembling, my breathing gets heavier, and when his fingers reach that point, my orgasm happily follows them until I’ve gone soft above his fingers.
“Mmm, no extra help? How nice of you.”
He takes his fingers out of me, careful not to stain my pants too badly.
I didn’t even realise that my small upper part didn’t receive any attention. I got to finish only through the warmth of the moment and the aggressive and suave movements of his fingers, which he now takes to his mouth and sucks. He closes his eyes while I’m salivating after the image in front of me. I’m already feeling like the pressure from down there is coming back stronger, more eager to feel even more, to be completely full.
He opens his eyes and smiles. I realise that our relaxing moment is over, and we need to get to the serious stuff. They are already more enjoyable with the orgasm that gave me the necessary energy to stand up to whatever danger we will have to face.
“Are you two ready for what comes next?” Lucas tells us.
“As ready as you are,” I tell him.
I know that he has Lycos, even though he didn’t tell me a lot abouthim. I just feel that he is just as lethal as Anora. That’s all I need to know.
He smiles dangerously. They both agree.
The demons are ready to fight, and they are barely holding themselves back from attacking, especially after the sensual moment between us. They just need to find our enemies’ lair for them to start hunting.
Chapter 30
Distorted reality
“I have lived in Contard since the accident, but I’ve been to Tamwine multiple times, especially with Bianca,” Clara says.
“Now it makes so much sense why she was gone that much,” Paul huffs. “Fucking business meetings.”
Marshall and Bianca are so similar that I find myself wondering whether they are part of the same family, or not, especially when it comes to keeping secrets. The only difference is that Marshall wanted the best for me, while Bianca has always been just an idiot set on a revenge that shouldn’t even involve her directly.
Which is, in fact, a very big difference.
But… they both killed some hearts, some too pure, others with a dark past. One is gone, even though I had his last words in my mind. He hurt too many human beings for him to have ended somewhere nice, but he also did some good in the end. I hope it counted for something.
However, there is one thing I don’t understand when it comes to Bianca. How brainwashed could she have been tofollow the crazy plans of her adoptive family to try to destroy some people who wronged them in Omar’s childhood? Did she really care so much about an unscrupulous revenge and so little about our friendship and the relationship she had with Paul? Was it all a manipulative game, or was it something real in our time spent together?
I told her everything, except about Anora. But other than that, she knew all the things about my life, about my way of thinking, about my intentions and pleasures.
I supposedly knew about her life, too, but how much of what she told me was true?
“That means that the motel room was indeed her fucking lab,” Lucas says.
“What lab? What are you even talking about?” Clara asks, confused.
My thoughts go back a couple of days ago, to when we entered that hotel room, surrounded by solutions and colourful bottles. Everything was too well put together to have been arranged just when Lucas contacted her. I knew that it was suspicious, but I was more scared of what I’d found out than of any other things that were happening right in front of my eyes.
