"Yes," he hisses. "Come for me, Adeline. Come all over my fucking cock."
I ride out wave after wave until I finally collapse forward against his chest. Not skipping a beat, Lucien grabs my ass possessively and begins to thrust in and out of me faster and faster, dragging out my orgasm to new unprecedented heights.
I moan his name loudly, clutching him to me, never wanting to let him go. "I love you," I whisper in his ear. "I love you, Lucien."
His thrusts falter for a moment, but he continues to fuck me. His hands grasp my face, and he forces me to look at him. "Say it again," he growls.
"I love you, I love you, I love you!" I cry out.
"Fuck, Adeline." He pumps into me a few more times before he shouts his release, spilling deep inside of me, as we both collapse in exhaustion.
I curl up against his chest and listen to his thundering heartbeat. I didn't intend to tell Lucien how I really feel about him, but the moment just seemed right. I know he didn't say it back, but I truly didn't expect him to.
After a few moments, I glance up at him. My mouth meets his in a scorching kiss.
Then he suddenly pulls away, his dark eyes piercing mine under furrowed brows. "You're mine, Adeline. And I'm never letting you go," he says with stern possessiveness that makes me shiver.
It's not the three words I wanted to hear, but it might be as close as I'll ever get. In his own way, Lucien just confessed his true feelings for me in those two sentences.
"Ditto," I breathe against his lips.
CHAPTER 15
LUCIEN
SHE LOVES ME.
Adeline fucking loves me.
The thought is so unfathomable that part of me thinks that maybe I dreamt the whole thing several nights ago. That maybe my nightmare had turned into the most delirious hallucination where the girl of my dreams confessed her love for me.
It's right out of one of those romantic-comedy movies that Adeline keeps forcing me and Jackson to watch. At first, I hated the lovey-dovey shit, but I've grown to look forward to our movie nights together.
She's changing me.
And I'm not strong enough to resist her any longer.
On one such movie night, Jackson is lounging on a couch adjacent to the one Adeline and I are on in the large den. The room is equipped with two leather recliner sofas, state-of-the-art equipment with surround sound speakers located throughout the room, and a collection of movies that I had special ordered to suit Adeline's tastes, much to Jackson's dismay.
I sit with my back pushed up against the arm of the couch and my long legs stretched out in front of me, watching Adeline's tight, round ass bobbing in the air as she bends over to place a disc into the DVD player.
Adeline picked the movie, just like always. And even though Jackson and I both moan and groan about her choices, secretly I think we both enjoy these movie nights with Adeline just as much as she does.
A grin is on her face as she walks towards me, and I can't help but smile. She's always making me smile. I open my arms up for her as she sits down between my legs.
And as my girl curls up against me with her back to my chest and her head tucked under my chin, I can't help but long for her even when she's right next to me…even when she's in my arms.
I never want to let her go, and I can't help but wonder is that what love is? Is this what it feels like to be in love?
I have no idea since I've never felt this way before about anyone…and, truthfully, never even thought I would ever feel this way.
However, I don't think I could ever say the words out loud even if that's truly how I felt. Too many bad memories are tied up, mixed in and jumbled with those words…and I just can't shake them.
Sometimes I just wish I was fucking normal. It makes me so angry that I can't give Adeline everything that she desires anddeserves.
When she looks up at me with that beautiful face that I can't stop looking at and those emerald orbs that I dream about, I lean down and press my mouth against hers in a fevered kiss.
If I can't speak the words out loud as to how I feel about her, the least I can do is show her. She deserves that much at the very least.
