Lucia is wide awake and not fighting to get away from me. Wounding her legs around my hips, she pulls me closer, making me sink deeper into her pulsing heat. Her arms come around my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
A burst of heat explodes through me the moment our lips touch. My eyes widen from shock. Breaking away, I glance down at her.
Lucia thrusts her hips upward, seeking the tight friction of my cock. I’m no longer in the realm of my imagination. Lucia wants me.
My balls harden, driving me to grab her hips and pound into her at a relentless pace.
“Gods, Damien,” she groans, clutching the locks of my dark hair.
My mouth captures her sweet lips as I thrust into her, drinking in her moans and gasps. The reality of having her writhing underneath me, her face screwed up with an expression that borders on pain is so much better than anything I could’ve imagined.
What changed? I wonder.
Her thighs shake and her mouth opens wide while her fingers claw my back. She squeezes around me, driving me to the edge of pleasure.
Letting out a growl, I slam deep into her before losing all control.
Lucia’s fingers dig into my shoulders as she holds onto me while her body reverberates with the force of her climax. She pulses around my shaft, milking me to the very last drop.
It’s a while before I can catch my breath again.
Lucia is still panting and gasping for breath, her forehead glistening with sweat. Her cheeks are deliciously red and her emerald-green eyes are glazed with lust. She looks the most beautiful during moments like these.
Shifting away from her, I fall onto the bed beside her.
Twisting around, she gazes at me. “I thought it was all a dream.” Reaching out, she pokes my cheek. “You’re really here.”
It’s a struggle to keep my face from splitting into a wide grin. Fuck, I can feel my face flush with heat. She’s making me feel like a young man in love again.
“Why are you acting like I don’t disgust you?” I ask in a deep, intimidating voice.
“You’re my Damien,” she answers in a soft voice. “It took me a while to realize who you are...who you all are. My feelings for you never changed. It doesn’t matter what your face looks like now. Callum is the one who disgusts me, not you.”
A grim look descends into her eyes. “Stop hurting me, Damien. Don’t push me away so far that it becomes impossible for us to close the distance between us.”
Her words take me by such surprise, I can’t form the right response. Deciding to leave, I start climbing off the bed.
Lucia is on me in an instant. Grabbing my arm, she pulls me back on the bed. “Don’t leave,” she says in a tone that’s a mix of hurt and apprehension.
“I’m tired.”
“You can sleep here,” she says, scooting away. “This bed is too big for me anyway.” Placing a pillow beside hers, she pats it into shape.
I lie next to her, wondering if this is all a dream, and that I’ll jerk awake any second.
She pulls the covers over us and slides in beside me. Her soft, naked body presses into my side as she flings an arm over my chest.
What the hell is she doing treating me like a fucking teddy bear?
By the time, I turn around to face her, she’s closed her eyes and is snoozing softly.
A fierce need to protect her rises inside me as I watch her sleeping innocently. There’s no way I can ignore the emotions swirling inside me. It doesn’t matter who I have to kill next to keep her by my side. Lucia is mine.
32
Lucia
Lying under the blanket with Damien feels like being inside an oven. Muttering sleepily, I’m about to scoot closer to him when a strange feeling creeps down my spine. My eyes scan the room unconsciously, looking for the source of my discomfort.