True to his word, Lucas pulls me to him and plants his mouth on mine, effectively ending any further negotiation. His hips grind up against my crotch while his tongue probes between my lips. His moves are frantic, almost desperate, as if for one second, he thought I might turn the offer down.

A girl could get lost in that power.

I don’t protest when he lifts me off the carpet and carries me blindly to the bedroom, navigating his way through the small suite like he owns the place. His hands hitch up under my buttocks and dig in as I wrap my legs around his lean torso.

His gaze never leaves mine, not even when he lays me on the mattress and climbs onto the bed. One hand cups my breast through the nightshirt, and the other yanks the bottom upward to reveal my bare stomach. My skin feels electric, alive. It never ceases to amaze me that whenever Lucas touches me, I feel special, like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Lucas severs the connection between our mouths now, shifting his eyes to my underwear—plain, white, the least sexy pair in my drawer. His grin turns wolfish again.

“I’ll buy lingerie,” I say, breathless.

“You don’t need it.”

A blush creeps up the side of my neck. “Fancy panties don’t turn you on?”

“You turn me on.”

The words come easy, slick and well-practiced. I force myself not to think of the other women he’s said them to and marvel in the way he carefully, gently, touches my body, as though worshipping each inch. Every hair on my body stands at attention as I wait for his lead.

It’s always like this, the anticipation of what he’ll do next.

He crawls onto the bed and hovers over me, pinning my wrists to the sheets with his weight. The heat of skin against skin ignites like it’s on fire. Reaching with one hand, he pushes my hair off my shoulders, allowing clear access for his tongue to swipe along my throat. I crane my neck, inviting him to nibble on my earlobe. His teeth and mouth work in unison, and I writhe under him. Just when I think I can’t take any more, the low vibrato of his voice thrums against my eardrum, unleashing a fresh wave of warmth. Unable to control myself, I wriggle beneath his body, pawing at his chest, desperate for access to any part of him.

Kiss me.

When at long last his mouth finds mine, I part my lips to allow his tongue inside. The kiss deepens quickly, becoming more urgent and desperate. I can scarcely catch my breath. He devours my mouth in a frenzy that kick-starts my pulse and sends it into overdrive. My heartbeat cranks to full speed.

“I want to taste every inch of you,” he growls.

And I absolutely believe that he will. His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, and down the slope of my neck. He nips at my shoulders, and trails his tongue between my breasts. His breath is hot, the air cool. Wicked sensations scream through me. When his tongue pauses to circle my nipple, I begin to pant.

“Jesus, Lucas…”

He pays no mind to my weak protest, and cradles my nipple between his teeth. Gently, he begins to suck. The pressure softens, intensifies, ebbs and flows. Dear Lord, I want it all. Everything. Now. I arch my hips, meeting the push and pull of his rhythm, and without warning, my insides begin to dance with ecstasy.

I tamp back the emotions gathering at the base of my throat, reminding myself that the foundation for this indecent arrangement is nothing more than untethered sex. But sweet Jesus, it will be worth it. Whatever reservations I may have once had, I have no doubt about that.

My hand finds the back of his head, and I draw his hair into my fist, pushing his mouth harder against my flesh. He nips, sucks, bites down hard enough to make me cry out, before dragging his lips to my other breast to give it the same undivided attention.

My fingertip rolls around the free nipple, raw from his teeth. No matter how hard I try, I can’t mimic the motions, the tinge of surprise that both pleasures and pains. But my frustration is cut off by the sweeping rise of a climax that seems to unfurl from somewhere deep in my core. It’s with shock that I realize I’m so turned on, even the subtlest brush against my pussy could trigger an orgasm.

I’m sure it must be wrong to feel such carnal lust, but for me there is no turning back from this.

Lucas pulls his mouth away and sits upright to unbutton his jeans. He reaches down to spring free his cock, and I suck in a gasp. His size always startles me. And the sight of it—hard and ready—fills me with wanton desire.

I need him inside me.

Need him to mark me, make me his.

Just need him.

“You’re so sexy,” I whisper.

His mouth twists and his eyes go hungry. A subtle shift and he’s off the bed to finish undressing. His eyes lock in on my pussy, and his tongue slides across his bottom lip. I’m sure my juices have soaked through my panties and I love that he can’t tear his gaze away. In this moment, he belongs to me.

Lucas kneels at the edge of the bed and puts his hands on my knees to pry apart my legs. I spread wide to make way for his mouth. His five o’clock grazes the inside of my thighs, the light scratching making me flinch.

“Relax…”

“And it won’t tickle,” I finish, though I don’t know how much stock I can put into that advice right now. I concentrate hard, but the second his tongue dives into my crotch, my hips buck almost involuntarily, and I grip the sheets tight in my fists. I turn my head to the side, burying my cheek against the pillow.

His voice is muffled against my pussy. “Be still, darlin’, I don’t plan on missing a drop.”

The floodgates erupt. Hot juice flows between my thighs, wetting the comforter, maybe soaking right through to the mattress for all I can tell. A whimper sneaks out from my throat. I want to beg him to touch me, taste me, suck me dry, but the second his mouth closes in around my throbbing clit, it’s game over.

All I can do is pant.

The orgasm starts to build. I force it back, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I can. Please God, don’t let this night end. His tongue plunges into my pussy, pulls out, dives in again and again. I hold on to the side of the mattress as he devours me, curling the sheets under my fingers so tightly my knuckles go white.

My clit pulsates. I start gasping, my breath coming out in rasps.

If he doesn’t slow down—

“Lucas, please, you’re going to make me come.”

Ignoring my desperate plea to ease up the pace, he inserts two fingers inside me and thrusts deep. I cry out in shock. My eyes widen as he begins to suck and finger me, my crescendo rising with an intensity that claws at my skin.

My pelvis bucks under his mouth. He picks up speed and I feel the orgasm cresting on my pussy. I grab his head and shove it deeper just as my release shudders over me in a seismic tidal wave. I come hard, panting and screaming until my voice gives out. Lucas sucks at the juices like a vampire at first feed. I imagine my juices pooling on his tongue and dripping down his lips.

When he finally pulls away, I gasp. My head spins with pleasure and I am breathless, weightless, floating on air. I pull him towards me and he crushes his mouth against mine. The muskiness of my sex lingers on his breath, his moist lips.

“My God…”

“I’m not near finished,” he says, and impossibly, I get wet again. It’s ridiculous how my body responds to him, over and over—it’s like I have no control.

I clench his back and grind up against him so that his hard cock nestles against my pussy. I part my lips, inviting his tongue, and our mouths tangle together. I am intoxicated by my own taste and suddenly desperate to feel him inside me. Except I don’t want to rush. In this moment, here, now, maybe forever, I will do anything he wants, agree to any terms, just to savor this—him—for a bit longer.

My heart is a kick drum, pounding to its own rhythm.

He lays on top of me, hard cock pulsing between my thighs, teasing me with the anticipation of what comes next. Every inch of my body tingles.

My pelvis arches against him, and suddenly he’s nestled deep inside me. I gasp at his girth, how fully he fills me. He thrusts hard and I swear his cock presses against my cervix— he’s that fucking big.

“You’re so damn tight,” he says.

I clench my pussy around him and he lets out a low groan. He pulls out, dives in, slowly picking up speed until he drives into me with deep thrusts that knock the breath from my chest. I’m panting, moaning, biting into my lip to stop from screaming out. Anything to maintain some semblance of control.

“Harder,” I say, breathing heavy.

His eyes cloud with desire and he plunges deep, fucking me fast, like a man possessed by lust. My brain goes numb. I can’t think, can’t breathe.

And yet, I have never felt so alive.

My nails dig into his back, biting at his skin with a fervor that startles even me. He grits his teeth and grabs my hips, pounding harder and harder until it’s as though our bodies merge into one. His cock fills and consumes me, and I willingly give in.

“Fuck, Eden,” he says, and the sound of my name on his lips brings another orgasm dangerously close. “Come,” he growls.

Not a comment.

Not a suggestion.

The blatant command unleashes another climax and I buck against him as waves of intense pleasure course through me. Jesus, fuck. My pussy pulses around him like a beating heart. Lucas gives one last thrust and his shimmering eyes lock on mine. I feel a deep surge as he comes.

We lay together after, exhausted, our hearts racing and breath panting, until finally, I start to relax. I tuck into his side and put my arm around him. His hand falls across my shoulder.

It’s hard to know when both our eyelids finally closed and stayed that way. But at some point, I fall asleep, clutching him close to my chest.