Page 9 of Onyx Queen
Onika sat down at the table, pulling the sheet tightly around her, and dug in.
“Oh. My. God,” she said over a mouthful, “this tastes amazing.”
“Glad you like it. Now,” he took a bite and swallowed, “What would you like to do today?”
“I don’t know.” Onika shrugged her shoulders, “A part of me wonders if I’ve made a mistake coming here.”
“No… I think you needed to clear your head and having everyone in your face at the castle made that difficult. Maybe here you can figure things out. You ready to talk about it?”
“Yes… no… I don’t know.” She laughed, “I sound stupid, I know. It’s just hard. Every time I think about that fucking journal, I fill with such anger. It scares me, Luca.”
Luca propped his elbow on the table, “Why does it scare you to be mad? It’s a normal emotion.”
Onika kept quiet.
How could she explain to him the changes she was feeling inside herself?
“You’re right. I’m just struggling with the truth.”
“Let’s go for a walk,” Luca gathered the dishes, “Maybe the air will help you think more clearly.”
Luca’s cell phone rang, the shrill noise piercing the space inside the isolated cabin.
“Aren’t you going to get that?”
“Nope. You said you wanted to be off grid. Whoever it is calling, has more than enough people to rely on, they don’t need me.”
“It could be my parents.”
“True… but I suspect they aren’t going to tell anyone why you left. Not unless they want to expose the truth.”
Onika glanced out the window at the beautiful blue sky. Everything was so peaceful here, but her gut warned her not to get too comfortable. Blowing out a breath, Onika pushed back from the table. The sheet hung loosely against her skin, barely hiding her bare body beneath it. Watching Lucas’s heated gaze on her, his eyes scorching her veins with a look of pure lust.
“A walk would be nice, after a shower.”
Chapter 8
Onika let the sheet flutter to the floor as she walked toward the shower. Lucas gasped, nearly stumbling over the chair as he raced after her. Wrapping his fingers around her arm, he spun her to face him. Lucas lifted her off the floor, her legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Their mouths met in a cataclysmic union, demanding their passion be set free. Her hands fisted his hair as she drew him in. Luca walked them to the bathroom, setting her on the vanity. His body wedged between her thighs as he explored the delicate skin below her ear.
Stepping back, Luca turned on the water and stripped his boxers off. His cock jutted up, bouncing against his navel as he pressed into Onika once more. Lifting her from the porcelain counter, Luca carried them into the stall, the warm water needling their entwined bodies. Onika slipped from his hold, dropping to her knees before him.
Her hands splayed against his flesh, rubbing the tender skin as she ran her hands up his legs. Gripping his ass in her palms, Onika leaned forward and licked his erection. Her tongue traced the thick vein throbbing along the length of his cock. Precum beaded at the tip, begging her to taste him.
Luca weaved his hands through her hair just as she swallowed him down her throat. Her hands dug into his backside, urging him forward. His salty taste made her crave more as she bobbed and sucked. Luca groaned, his muscles flexing beneath her palms.
“Fuck, Onika…” he hissed as she took him completely in her mouth. Her chin rested on his balls. Every cell in his body lit up like the fourth of July. His legs quaked as he neared his release. “You need to stop or I am going to come in that pretty mouth.”
Onika glanced up, from behind her hooded gaze, Luca saw a wicked grin. Her hands tightened more, pressing his hips forward as she sped up her rhythm. Luca pulled her hair as he continued to fuck her mouth. Even if he wanted to stop, it wasn’t possible. Every muscle craved the warmth of her mouth. His body tingled, his balls ached.
“I’m going to come now, baby.”
His whispered breath was the only warning she got. His legs locked and his stomach tensed. Every working nerve was firing on full throttle. His cock swelled between her lips and then burst with an orgasm that rivaled striking oil. His seed spurted down her throat. Onika bobbed her head, sucking him dry.
Reaching down, Luca pulled Onika to stand. He pressed his hand to her chest, forcing her against the tiled wall of the shower. Dropping to his knees, he suckled the pert nipple into his mouth.
Onika moaned and leaned into the support of the wall. Luca drew a path from her nipple, swirling around her belly button, until he stopped at the apex of her thighs.
“Open your legs.” His voice demanded entry.
