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"Much more," he confirms, his eyes never leaving mine. "I feel that same pull towards you, Sarah. It's been driving me crazy. I want you. In every way possible."
His words send a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire in my core. Lucas leans forward in his chair, closing the distance between us. My breath catches as he reaches out, his hand firmly cupping the back of my neck.
Time seems to slow as he draws me closer. His eyes search mine, giving me every opportunity to pull away. But I don't want to.
Lucas's lips brush against mine, a featherlight touch that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core. His hand tightens on the back of my neck, pulling me closer as the kiss deepens. There's a hunger in the way he claims my mouth, a desperation that mirrors the ache building inside me.
His other hand finds its way to my throat, cradling it gently as his lips trail down my jaw, leaving a path of fire in their wake. I tilt my head back, granting him access to my neck,and he doesn't hesitate. His teeth graze my pulse point, a subtle reminder of the wildness that lies beneath his composed exterior. It's as if he's marking me, staking his claim in a way that makes my heart race with forbidden delight.
He captures my mouth once more, his tongue delving into the depths of my willing lips. The taste of him, a heady mix of desire and something uniquely Lucas, overwhelms my senses, making me dizzy with need.
His hands slide down my body, cupping my breasts over my clothing. He squeezes them, his thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. A soft moan escapes me as he pinches them, sending shocks of pleasure straight between my legs.
Lucas's hand moves lower, his fingers skimming over my jean shorts to find my clit. The pressure of his touch through the fabric makes me gasp, and I rock my hips instinctively, seeking more.
"You're so responsive," he murmurs against my lips, his voice thick with desire. "But we can't let anyone see you like this. You're mine, Sarah."
The possessiveness in his tone sends a thrill through me. He rises from his chair, and for a moment, I'm bereft of his touch. But then he's on his knees, disappearing beneath the table where we've spent hours studying, lost in our own world.
I glance nervously at the small window on the door to the hallway. From this angle, no one would be able to see him beneath the table. It's risky, being here together like this, but the thought of getting caught only heightens the excitement coursing through my veins.
Lucas's hands are at my waist, undoing the button of my jeans with practiced ease. I lift my hips, allowing him to pull myjeans and panties off in one swift motion. The cool air of the library hits my exposed skin, and I can't help but feel deliciously vulnerable.
He cups his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly as he positions himself between my thighs. His breath is hot against my sensitive flesh, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out when his mouth finally makes contact with my pussy.
He's ravenous, as though he's been waiting an eternity to feast upon me, to claim me in the most intimate way possible. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, holding me in place, ensuring that I can't escape the exquisite torment of his mouth.
His groans of pleasure vibrate against my sensitive skin, and I can feel myself growing impossibly wetter under his relentless attention. Every lick, every nibble, every thrust of his tongue brings me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I'm teetering on the brink, my body coiled like a spring, ready to snap at any moment.
"Lucas," I gasp, my voice a husky whisper. "Please, I'm so close."
He hums in approval, the vibrations making my hips buck off the chair. "That's it, love," he murmurs between licks. "Let go for me. Show me how much your body craves its mate."
His words light a fire within me, the knowledge that this powerful, incredible man sees me as his mate, that he desires me above all others, is intoxicating. It's a claim of possession and protection, a promise that I am his and he is mine.
"You taste so fucking good," he growls, the reverence in his voice making my chest tighten. "You're mine, Sarah. Every inch of you, inside and out."
His words only heighten the intensity of the sensations coursing through me. I can't form a coherent thought, let alone a response. All I can do is feel – the gentle scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs, the relentless pressure of his tongue against my clit, the sheer strength of his hands as he holds me captive to his desire.
"I've needed this, needed you," he confesses, his voice muffled by my flesh. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Sarah. Every part of you is exquisite."
With that, he thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them just so, and that's all it takes to send me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, obliterating every thought, every worry, leaving nothing but the searing pleasure of Lucas's touch.
My body convulses around his fingers, my inner walls clenching as he continues to work me through the aftershocks, drawing out my pleasure until I'm spent and boneless in the chair.
Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, kissing his way back up my body until his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, a tangy reminder of the pleasure he's just given me.
"That was... incredible," I whisper, my breath still ragged.
"That was just the beginning," he promises, his gray eyes burning into mine.
Lucas's hands are gentle as he adjusts my clothing. His fingers brush against my skin, sending little sparks of electricity through me. When he's done, he cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my cheekbone.
"There," he murmurs, leaning in to place a soft, tender kiss on my lips. "Perfect."
I lean into his touch, still dizzy from the intensity of our encounter.
"Sarah," he says, his voice low and serious. "I want you to know that this isn't just physical for me. I want you in every part of my life. My mate, my partner, my everything."
