ADELINE
THE DOOR TO the office bursts open. I jump, startled and still shaking from everything I've uncovered since Jax left me alone.
I look up to see Luc and Jax standing in the doorway with apprehensive expressions on their faces. The moment my gaze locks with Lucien's, I run to him and straight into his open arms.
I grasp onto him tightly, sobbing. His strong arms wrap around me, and he shushes me, stroking my hair. "I'm here," he whispers against my ear. "I'm here."
I learned a lot while he was gone. I learned that he was protecting me from the truth. He knew the entire time that Giovanni was the one who sold me, but he didn't tell me because he knew I would have been devastated. Even though it would have made Lucien's life a hell of a lot easier, he was protecting my feelings.
Who would have thought that Gio could do something like that to me — his boss's daughter and the woman he was supposed to marry?
But now that I know the truth, it only reaffirms my feelings for Lucien. He's always protecting me and putting me first. Lucien would never hurt me. He could have returned me to my father and Gio and, thus, putting me back in harm's way. But he didn't. He didn't send me away.
He has saved me time and time again and proven his love for me even if he'll never say the words out loud. But none of that matters, because I love him. I love him more than anything in this world.
"I know about the emails…about Giovanni," I confess.
He grimaces at Gio's name coming from my lips. "Adeline…" he starts, but I don't let him finish.
Reaching up, I sink my fingers into Lucien's hair and tug his mouth towards mine. His lips meet mine in a bruising kiss. I know he's probably furious at me for being in his office and looking through his files, but I don't care.
None of that matters in this moment. It's only him and me right now.
And I want him.
Now.
I never wanted him more than I do in this exact moment.
Pulling back for a moment, I meet his dark eyes and whisper, "I need you."
With a deep growl that reverberates through me to my very core, he claims my mouth again, kissing me with a fury and frenzy I've never experienced before. Our tongues battle with one another, trying to gain control, and he ultimately wins, thrusting his into my mouth and devouring me in an all-consuming kiss that makes my knees weak.
"You realize he was only gone for, like, six hours, right?" Jax says from the doorway.
"Fuck off, Jax," Lucien hisses, and I snicker when he slams the door in Jackson's stunned face.
Not wasting any time, Luc practically drags me over to the leather sofa in the back of the room. We both make quick work of our clothes, pulling and twisting and tearing until we're both completely naked.
He pushes me down on the sofa and hovers over me. "Fuck, Adeline," he hisses. "You drive me crazy…or crazier, I should say," he says with a sad smile.
His head turns as he eyes the scattered clothes strewn throughout the room, and I can practically hear the wheels in his anomalous mind turning. I place my palms on his face and force his attention back to me. "No thinking. Just do what feels right. Do what feels good," I tell him, reaching down to stroke his thick length that's nestled against my thigh.
"Fuck," he growls, his eyes closing as he gives into the sensation of my hand around him. When he opens his eyes, he looks forlorn like he has a million things he wants to tell me, but can't. "I missed you," he quietly confesses.
I know it's crazy since he was only gone half a day, but I missed him so bad it made me physically ill all morning. "I missed you too," I tell him. "So, so much, Luc."
His lips crash down on mine again as his fingers find my sensitive nub, softly strumming against my clit and making me whimper against his ferocious mouth.
"I need you, Lucien. Now," I whisper, headily.
He retrieves a condom from his pants pocket and sheaths his generous cock. Lining his thick head up against my core, he thrusts inside of me in one, slick thrust causing me to gasp and then cry out. He doesn't even give me time to recover before his hips begin to piston, pumping his hard length in and out of me over and over again, causing my cries to crescendo to a high pitch.
He feels so good; I feel like I could pass out from the pleasure. Even though we just had sex last night, it feels like it's been years. And I know in that moment that I'll never get enough of Lucien. I'll never get my fill of him. I'll always want more and more and more.
Pulling him down to me, I lock my lips on his as he fucks with abandon. My walls clamp around his cock as the first orgasm rips through me with no warning. I pull away from his lips to scream his name, and this seems to only spur him on more.
He ruts into me like a wild animal, releasing shuddering breaths near my ear before sinking his teeth into my neck. I cry out as I feel his teeth and tongue and mouth biting and licking and sucking on my sensitive skin.
When he leans back to admire his handiwork and the mark he no doubt left behind, he growls, "Mine."
He marked me. Even if it's only temporary. But I realize I want him to mark me forever. I want him to make me his.
"I'm yours," I gasp as he continues to fuck me with long, hard, deep strokes that have me crying out over and over as wave after wave of pleasure floods over me.
His gaze locks onto mine as his thrusts begin to slow. The pleasure on his face and the love in his eyes is almost too much to bear. "I love you, Lucien," I whisper to him.
His lips claim mine as he shudders through his release. And then he holds me gently while whispering sweet sentiments in my ear.
The three words I want to hear aren't amongst them, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter he may never repeat them back to me. The only thing that matters is that we're together.
And nothing will ever tear us apart.