Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3 (18 page)

Jasmine.

Let her leave.

Let her get abused.

Let her run.

Too late.

Could not help.

Let her die.

Live with regret.

One thing I am dead certain of is that Lexi will not be running or afraid on my watch. She is my goddamn priority and everything else in between.

“I know you are not willing to talk about it, but please understand I am here for you and I am very worried, especially with some of the things you said in your sleep. It makes me feel sick to the core thinking about it.”

Lexi pushes away her tray, gets up, storms into the bathroom, and slams the door.

Shit! That was not the reaction I was looking for. Christ, I have really upset her, and now I feel like a complete prick. I read the full thing wrong; I was hoping she would tell me why she is scared, what she is scared of. It is too soon for her. Fuck, we have not even had our first
proper date
yet and I am already pushing her for answers, trying to protect her from something I know jack shit about.

Knocking the door, I ask if I can come in. She is sitting on the marble tiles, slumped against the wall. I kneel in front of her and hold her head in both my hands, drawing her face up because I need to see in those eyes.

Instinctively, I lift her up to a kneeling position and wrap my arms around her, placing my head on her shoulder. God, she feels good in my arms. Delicate, feminine, and divine. The smell of her pleases my senses; the feel of her in my arms causes my breathing to become irregular.

She excites me. She arouses me. She awakens me.

Consumed by her, forgetting my strength, I squeeze her tightly because I cannot hold her close enough. She winces, I apologise, and it causes her to sob.

Heart fragmenting into a million pieces.

“No, Lexi, please do not cry. I have got you and nothing is ever going to happen to you again. I promise I have you, dolcezza.” I am compassionate and overwhelmed with possessiveness while staring into her wet eyes. My words break her. She lets go and cries uncontrollably, and all I can do is console her.

“Lucca, it’s just … I have never … well, never been like this before or let go in front of … I’ve never had these feelings before with anyone. You confuse me and provoke emotions in me ... I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

I do not know what is more alarming. The fact that she is so distressed or the fact she feels like she needs to apologise about it.

Linking our fingers, I wrap my arms around her and place our hands on her lower back, allowing her to cry. Placing my forehead to hers, her chest raises and falls, her pulse quickening as does mine. The close proximity, the intimacy, it is too much. I cannot keep my lips to myself.

Stroking her hair, I place a soft kiss on her head, sending a surge of energy through my body. It is not enough. I need her lips. I need to make her mine. She looks up, face stained with tears, lips wet from them.

Her vulnerability, shyness, sweetness, and beauty all ooze sex appeal. Nothing is as sexy or tempting to me. I hold her and when she unintentionally teases me by passing her hair through her fingers … shit, I lose all control. I have to have her. It is too tempting. She is too tempting, and desire like nothing else has claimed me.

Lust.

Unadulterated.

Provocative.

Carnal.

Desperate.

Sensual lust.

I kiss her soft lips and stare into her precious, timid eyes. It is only seconds before her eyes widen and glisten with ardent desire. She feels it too.

I hold her face, staring right into her lascivious eyes, into her soul, and silently ask for her permission.

Can I have you?

I need you.

I want you.

I need to make you mine.

You are it for me, baby. And everything in-between.

She knows … because she says yes. I tell her how beautiful she is, how much I want to touch her and be inside her, how much she makes me feel alive. She seems to enjoy hearing my honest words and dirty talk because she invites me to explore her sexy body. And fuck! I have never wanted anything more in my life.

The immodest moment my tongue dances into her sweet mouth and my hands roam all over her sexy body … I am helpless. We lavish each other’s mouths in a seductive and impatient tease. Soft, slow tangles of fucking goodness. Hedonism. My balls tug in a gentle ache to the sensual swirling of my tongue with hers.

On her approval, I unzip her. I needed to see her body and do not want fabric between us. Her body begs to be kissed, and I desperately want skin-on-skin contact with her. I need to show her intimacy like she has never experienced.

Watching her pretty blue dress float to the floor has me so fucking rock hard for her I am ready to cum undone with anticipation. My heart beats so fast as I cast my eyes over her sexy black lace lingerie.

Her thong … a fucking tiny scrap of material. It would not take much to tear them off her sultry hips. Her seductive bra … a sexy lace masterpiece over two big beautiful breasts. A sexual fantasy in the flesh right in front of me.

Those perfect breasts heaving up and down with every deep breath she takes, that tiny waist and beautiful curves, her perfectly toned figure and those long luscious legs … Jesus she is a sight for sore eyes and standing in front of me, inviting me in. I would be a fucking idiot not to make her mine.

My cock twitches inside my cargo shorts, and now I am barely breathing, anticipating the moment I impale my cock into her sweet, wet pussy and fuck her senseless. I am craving plunging my dick so deep inside her to satisfy my desire and show her how I can make her feel, take her to places she could never imagine, but I want to satisfy her first and prepare her.

If I am going to fuck her hard and deep, I want her to be dripping wet for me. And judging by the way she breathes, hard nipples peeking through her bra and her eyes wanton and dissolute with urgency, I know it will not take much.

The build-up, the slow pace, the teasing, caressing … it fuels me and evokes my senses like nothing else. She moans and throws her head back, then initiates her first kiss, and it is all I have not to buckle the minute her lips and tongue nip kiss and lick my neck.

Too. Fucking. Nice.

Her body responds to me in such a way when I trail my fingers towards her pussy, she almost falls apart. She shoves against my palm. The minute my fingers enter, we simultaneously groan. I know she feels it, but shit, I have never felt anything so heavenly … so forbidden … so enticing.

Maybe I am blinded because of the feelings I have towards her, but Christ, stroking her moist folds gives me pleasure like nothing else. Just knowing she enjoys it drives me wild. Wild enough to know one thrust inside her and we are both gone.

The sweet moaning escaping her lips when I torment her clit, the way she digs her nails in my skin, jerking against my hand, thrusting her hard nipples towards me, is enough for me to know I am turning her on as much as she is almost unmanning me.

“Let me fuck you with these. I want to pleasure you. Watch you cum for me,” I say with carnal desire in a low rasp.

“Yes.”

He tight little pussy contracts and grips around my fingers, and I know that my cock is going to fill her and stretch her to oblivion.

Tight.

Throbbing.

Sensitive.

Her hot core swells. I love her muscles gripping around me when I plunge into her, curling my fingers against her front wall. Head lolling, eyes rolling … she submits under sublime pleasure and the sight of her relishing under my indulgence does crazy fucking things to me.

The anticipation makes me dizzy. Her first orgasm seizes her body, leaving her bucking against me, shaking out tremors of lust until she is limbless and I am practically holding her up.

A shiver of pleasure jolts up my spine, a tug of yearning low in my abdomen, balls aching watching her come down from her climax. I need to taste her. Once her first orgasm finally tears through her, using my wet fingers, I smear her arousal over her nipples and groan while lapping, nipping, and licking off her sweet juices.

Nectar.

Nectar centre.

I love her taste so much and am just too greedy for more. My tongue has to be on her. In her. Over her. I. Want. More.

It feels so natural telling her what I want to do to her, and she is so turned on by my words, eyes heated with lust, that she seems happy for me to take control. I now know that I will forever take control and worship her.

Endlessly, I will tell and show her in many ways what she does to me, giving her the most erotic and pleasurable experiences of her life. I will satisfy her with intense delights which will spin her world and mind, knocking her sideways. I will fuck her so good that she will not know which way is up and which way is down.

But ultimately, I want to fulfil her with sexual gratification of the best kind so she wants more. Needs more and asks for more. I will give her anything she wants.

Giving her the intimacy she deserves.

Giving her it all.

Giving her all of me.

I order her to take her little knickers off, then I spread her legs and lift one off the floor, resting her foot on my shoulder admiring the lithe, toned length of her smooth leg. Exposed to me, her arousal enhances my senses. The view open and waiting for me, I know I am moments away from branding her pussy with my lips and it gives me thrills that could send me into cardiac arrest my heart beats so erratically.

Blood rushes from my head. I am going to enjoy giving her an orgasm she will never forget, and I warn her it will be intense. She grips my hair and skin when I go down on her pulsating pussy to devour her.

Swirling my shameless tongue around her sexy little folds and sensitive clit fills me with urgency. The taste of her … incomparable. The feel of her juicy flesh under my tongue … enraptured bliss.

My relentless oral skills, intense and greedy, work her up until she clutches at her explosion, body begging to break. I know she is close. I attack her spreading folds as her core pulses and swells while her body tenses. I like learning what makes this body tick, her timing, strength, control, and her weaknesses.

“Lucca, Jesus. I’m …” She moans desperately at the same time I groan against her pussy.

With another nip on her clit and fuck of my fingers, she explodes into an almighty powerful orgasm, trembling and thrashing her head side to side.

Reaching her cusp, she climaxes over my tongue and against my lips, highly sensitive and completely aroused. She whimpers and cries, tensing and shaking, reaching her climax after my mouth ravenously feasts on her vibrating pussy.

God … that just took “turn on” to a whole new level, watching and feeling her come apart so intensely. It is a vision I could admire all day.

Exhilarating.

I am one lucky son of a bitch. This is only ever going to get better, and I
will
never tire of wanting her this way.

It was the best fucking thrill of all … complete hedonism. A habit I will never cease to execute.

After my first taste of her, I know she is an addiction I will endlessly crave. Substance abuse … my girl’s arousal dripping on my tongue. Dependency and the only help I seek is right inside that tight pussy of hers.

My girl.

My dolcezza.

My angel.

Mine.

I like the way it sounds playing around in my mind or what is left of it. The minute my lips touched hers, she now has me, all of me, in her little palm. That includes my body and mind.

Light as a feather, I lift her off the floor and planned to walk back to the bedroom and take her on the bed, but she wraps her legs around me and tightens her grip. I cannot wait any longer. My balls throb, dick thrums.

Grabbing the base of my cock, I rub it against her sensitive clit and hot, swollen, wet folds. The moisture coats me. Christ, it feels good. Finding her entrance, I push myself inside her and feel complete sensory overload. She is so tight, perfect, and warm.

The heat, her muscles, her skin … I have never had the pleasure of such an intact and perfectly formed pussy. It has been way too long; I forgot how nice it feels to be bare. Even at that, I do not remember it feeling this good. My stomach knots in excitement. Blood surges through me at rapid pace. My jaw goes lax, eyes roll, head dizzy.

Eliciting a long, deep groan of sheer pleasure, I savour the exquisiteness of her. Christ … I know instantly that I will never want to leave her body, and I want to last, but shit, this might be quick.

Her firm breasts press against me, my hands cupped under her ass and nape of her neck. I still, treasuring the feeling of her and do not want it to end. It feels like a dream. She feels like a dream. Stars sparkle, my spine tingles with energy, and my lower stomach tumbles with an incredible pull.

She kisses me with fervent desire and force, urging me to move and pick up my rhythm. I do. I ask if she can take more of me because she is so narrow and tight I do not want to hurt her, but my dick has not fully claimed her yet.

Begging for it, she encourages me to pound deeper and harder into her, until she has all of me. And fuck … if it is not the best feeling in the whole goddamn world. I almost choke on my hitched breath because I forgot to breath.

Lexi, my breath-stealer, now owns me. Every single fucking part of me from the air in my lungs to the beat of my heart and the seed I will share with her. I can control sex with her, but she very much from this moment onwards controls all of me. She just has no idea yet.

I pound her hard, fast with carnal power. Holding her ass, I guide her to meet my thrusts so I slide in and out. The noise of her cries, the slaps of our skin, the connection every time I shudder into her is too much.

I cannot get deep enough, yet she contracts and tightens around my dick like a vice that my veins throb and my balls tighten. I continue relentlessly, shamelessly fucking her like I have never fucked before. I cannot last.