Page 61 of My Sunfall

My release is building inside me until I can’t think, can’t breathe. I close my eyes, sobbing. “I’m so close… Lucas, oh god…please.”

He doesn’t relent, his thrusts become erratic as he pumps in and out with powerful snaps of his hips. “Eyes on me, beautiful,” comes his rough growl. “I want you to see who makes you come, who is ruining you.”

My eyes snap open and my orgasm crashes over me in a sudden and devastating wave, my body clenches around him as I shudder from the force of my release. His cock swells and then pulses inside me. He pushes deep into me in one single forceful thrust and follows me over the edge with a loud bellow. I sob out his name, back arched and eyes screwed shut, as his cum floods me, fills me in hot jets and I see stars dancing behind my closed eyelids. Our orgasms go on and on and we ride them out together. When we regain our breath at last, and I open my eyes again, he is poised over me, watching me with an intensity that is stunning me. He shifts back onto his heels and grabs my ankles to graze the inside of my legs with his teeth, alternating between nips and hot, tender kisses, eyes never leaving mine.

I am still dazed from the earth-shattering orgasm, hands still bound, heart racing and breath ragged. He lowers my legs back on the mattress and leans over me to untie my wrists. When he retrieves the fabric he had tied me with, I instantly recognize it.

“That’s…my scarf.” I frown. “I thought I’d lost it.”

He brings it to his nose and inhales deep, dark gaze locked on mine. He slowly shakes his head. “It’s mine now.”

The words make the air shift. He lays the scarf down on the bed, but his eyes remain on me in a silent claim, the fire in them daring me to object.

For a heartbeat, I can’t breathe as I warily eye the scarf. It may look like a harmless heap of fabric, but I suddenly understand—to him, it isn’t just a sliver of silk, it’s a possession. And so am I. The realization makes me shudder.

He leans down and begins to kiss my forehead, my nose, my lips, and trails lower to nuzzle my jaw. My breath hitches and my heart slams almost painfully in my chest.

Then he leans back, murmuring, “Come, let’s get cleaned up.”

Before I can make a move, he has gathered me in his arms and is carrying me to the bathroom.

“Lucas, I can walk,” I protest, although my limbs feel like jelly.

“Liar.” He chuckles. “Let me take care of you.”

He puts me down in the huge walk-in shower stall and turns on the water. When steam begins to coil around us, he guides me under the stream and starts to wash me with infinite care. Then, after he’s dried us off, he carries me back into bed and pulls me flush against him, arms wrapped around me, and my face buried into the crook of his neck. I drift into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Chapter Forty-Two

Chiara

I feel warm and cozy. Wherever I am, I don’t want to leave, this is absolute bliss. I snuggle closer and enjoy the warmth until I register Lucas’ cologne. I blink my eyes open and immediately notice the broad chest against which I am currently plastered. Correction—the very nice-looking broad chest I am glued to. I follow the outline of the black sun and the letter of my name with my eyes, heart hammering and throat dry.

“You can touch it if you want, cara mia.” Lucas’ raspy voice makes me jump and my eyes snap to his face to find him smirking down at me.

Shit, he caught me ogling him.

I hastily turn to jump out of bed, but he is faster and catches me to plaster my back against him with a teasing chuckle. “Don’t go, love. You can look as much as you want, as long as that look is for me only.” He nuzzles my hair with his nose, chuckling silently when I struggle with a distressed yelp. I go still when I feel him hard against my buttocks. We have been fake-married for almost two weeks now and he still doesn’t show signs that he is tiring of me. If anything, he can’t seem to stay away, and the air is crackling with energy every time we are close. He slowly turns me around to face him and greets me like every morning since we got married.

“Good morning, my wife.” He kisses me tenderly on the lips and leans back, as if waiting for my reply. But I can’t bring myself to return his lie, so I remain silent.

It doesn’t seem to faze him, though. He brushes a kiss on my nose and straightens to raise from the bed.

“Come, cara mia.” I take his outstretched hand to let him pull me up and out of bed. “There’s a place I haven’t shown you yet. Get dressed and meet me downstairs. Your clothes are in the bathroom.” And he is out the door, leaving me staring after him.

This man and his overbearing attitude.

I frown and turn to go into the bathroom. There I see the clothes—my usual sports outfit is lying on the counter. I frown. What does he want? There’s only one way to find out, so I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and dress hastily in my tank top and gym shorts. Then I go down the stairs.

Lucas is waiting for me. He has dressed in gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt. And I’m not noticing how the fabric clings to his arms or his broad chest, or how the low-slung sweatpants are robbing me of my last sane thought. No, definitely not!

He steps closer when he sees me and wordlessly takes my hand. Then he pulls me after him into a hallway, then down a flight of stairs. When he opens a door and ushers me through, my jaw drops to the floor. There is a huge gym taking up half of the ground floor. It is fully equipped and looks more like a military training ground than a gym in someone’s home. I had no idea! Lucas removes his shoes and socks and walks over to the mats taking up the center of the room. Then he turns to me and sends me a challenging look.

“Winner gets to tongue-fuck the first one who touches the mat with their back.”

I huff with a glare. “That’s hardly an incentive.”

“Oh, it is.” He smirks with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “It is.”