"Are you going to come for me?" I ask, my hand sliding between us to find her clit. "Going to come all over my cock like the perfect girl you are?"
"Yes," she cries, her body starting to tremble with approaching climax.
I rub her clit in tight circles while I fuck her harder, deeper, chasing both our releases with single-minded determination.
The combination of my cock filling her and my fingers on her most sensitive spot sends her over the edge with a scream that echoes through the rain.
She convulses around me, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her pussy milking my cock as waves of pleasure crash over her. The sight of her falling apart in my arms, the feel of her clenching around me, is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced.
"That's my girl," I growl, fucking her through her climax. "Come for me. Show me who this pussy belongs to."
The possessive words send another wave of pleasure through her, and she clamps down on me so hard I see stars. I follow her over the edge, burying myself as deep as I can go. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, stealing my breath, making my vision blur at the edges as I spill into her with pulse after pulse of heated release.
For a moment, there's nothing in the world but Lucy and the incredible feeling of being connected to her in the most fundamental way possible. Rain pounds on our skin, the headlights create our own private world, and she's everything I've ever wanted wrapped in my arms.
When I can finally think again, I realize we're both shaking, whether from cold or aftershocks or simple emotional overwhelm, I can't tell. Lucy's forehead is pressed against my shoulder, her breath coming in soft puffs against my collarbone.
"Okay?" I ask softly, my hands stroking over her rain-soaked skin with infinite gentleness.
She looks up at me, and the expression on her face takes my breath away. Soft but fierce, completely undone but somehow more herself than I've ever seen her.
"Perfect," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming my name.
The trust in her voice, the heat still burning in her eyes despite having just come apart in my arms, sends a fresh surge of desire through me.
"Good," I tell her, pulling out of her carefully before scooping her up in my arms like she weighs nothing. "Because I'm not nearly done with you."
She laughs, the sound rich and throaty and full of promise. "Then get me inside before we scandalize the neighbors."
"Oh, I'm getting you inside," I promise as I carry her toward the house, her naked body pressed against my uniform, soft skin against rough fabric. "And then I'm going to spend the rest of the night showing you exactly what it means to be mine."
I carry her through my front door, both of us dripping and breathless, already planning every way I'll worship her body before dawn breaks over the mountains.
This woman has changed everything. My carefully ordered life, my rigid self-control, my belief that I had to choose between love and duty.
For the first time in my life, I'm not afraid of losing control.
Because with Lucy in my arms, surrendering feels like the most natural thing in the world.
22
Lucy
I wake wrapped in Gabriel like he's claiming me even in sleep. One arm circles my waist possessively, the other slides beneath me to curve around my throat, not choking, just holding, like he needs to feel my pulse beneath his palm. His leg drapes over both of mine, pinning me completely against the solid heat of his chest.
I should feel trapped. After everything I've been through, being held down should trigger every defense mechanism I have.
Instead, I've never felt safer in my life.
Gabriel's breathing is deep and even against my neck, but I can feel him stirring against my ass, thick and hard and ready despite the thorough way he claimed me last night. The memory of his hands on my body, the way he'd whispered my name like a sacred vow while he moved inside me, sends liquid heatpooling between my thighs.
I shift slightly, just enough to press back against him, testing his boundaries even in sleep.
His arm tightens around my waist in immediate response.
"Careful, trouble," he rumbles against my ear, his voice rough with sleep and barely restrained want. "Keep doing that and you're going to get fucked again."
The threat sends electricity racing through me like I've touched a live wire. I rock back against him again, more deliberately this time, feeling the way his cock twitches against my skin.
