“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans into my mouth.
He buries himself so deep in me that our bodies are flush, his cock spearing my core to the highest point. My fingernails dig into his shoulders and my breaths come out in gasps. It’s like we’ve melted together, fused by carnal desire.
Lucan’s entire body turns rigid, the veins in his arms and V-muscle stark against his skin. He unleashes inside of me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. He keeps pumping until I overflow, his cum mixing with my juices and drenching the bed.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he mutters into my ear, grasping at my neck and hair. “I could fuck you forever.”
Jaw clenched, he strokes his cock back and forth, making my pussy tingle with pleasure. A deeper, sweeter, unfamiliar feeling spreads through my body from my chest outward. Maybe it’s relief.
The desperate tension ebbs from Lucan’s body, though his cock stays hard. He holds himself inside of me like we’re one person. It should feel invasive, and it sort of does, but it also feels good.
My limbs are weak, my head dizzy. I can do nothing except drift in this strange, warm, suspended place shared only by Lucan and me. His hands, which have beaten a man to death, toy with my hair and trace my jaw like he’s trying to memorize every fraction of me.
I notice he avoids looking into my eyes though. For him, that’s highly unusual. He’s normally trying to read my thoughts through my retinas.
The energy between us has shifted somehow. Maybe I was right about our unholy connection dissolving after sex. Maybe tomorrow he’ll act like we’re strangers.
That’s what I want, isn’t it? For him to leave me alone?
I let my stalker stretch my pussy and fuck me. I moaned his name while I came on his cock. I’ve really outdone myself with bad decisions this time.
When our breathing returns to normal, Lucan rolls onto his side and takes me with him, so that we face each other. His hand slithers under the pillow, my neck resting on his huge bicep while he pulls me close.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice hoarse.
Unable to speak, I simply nod.
“You are unbelievable,” he says. “You did so fucking well.”
He still doesn’t try to meet my eye though. He just holds me instead, inhaling my hair every so often like he needs a hit, while my leg radiates heat where he sank his teeth into me. His fingers stroke my back and gently massage my neck, making me melt into the mattress.
As my body winds down, my thoughts crank up again. I dwell on everything he said about me belonging to him. With any other man, I would dismiss it as mere talk.
But as I’ve quickly discovered, Lucan means what he says and then some. It’s part of what makes him so terrifying.
He stalked me before he even knew me. Either he loses all interest now, or things are about to escalate, and I’ll have no one to blame but myself.
CHAPTER 26
Lucan
Ican’t sleep.
There’s a sweetly slumbering menace in my bed. Naked, I rise from the sheets to pace the length of the tall windows in my room.
Dawn will crack the sky open soon. Meanwhile, Sadie lies like a thing of danger, her silky hair draped over my pillows.
I lost control of myself, and that never happens. Through sex, she kept an essential, invisible part of me. She’s blissfully unaware, but I’m left unsettled and restless.
I felt like a fucking insane person, like I couldn’t get close enough to her. Like it burned me up that I couldn’t open my chest and sew her inside. Even then, I don’t think I’d feel better. She’s made me come undone.
What do I do now? Give in to that feeling? Neither of us wants that. I know she doesn’t. She barely tolerates my fixation already, let alone if I opened my actual heart to her.
But I can’t walk away from her either. Not while she’s in danger, and not as long as I have blood flowing through my veins. I’m going to have to figure this out.
Watching Sadie on the cameras sates the creature in me, but not for long.
I need the real thing. I need her. All the days and nights I fantasized about her didn’t prepare me for actually having her. I had no fucking idea.