Mine.
“Eres mía,”I echo in his tongue, clinging to him as I break.
At my words, Luc’s eyes blaze before his lashes flutter, his whole body going taut as he crashes into me with almost brutal desire. With each thrust, I am thrown back into waves of ecstasy. For a timeless span, it seems it will never end, and I welcome this fate, doing my best to hold on as Luc’s release shakes us both.
We’re both panting, trembling, when his arms slide beneath me to cinch me tight to him. His pounding heart sends coded messages to mine. I wrap my arms around him, and my nose seeks his neck, loving the scent of his sweat mixed with our ardor.
I kiss his neck and lap his earlobe, making a shiver run through him. Luc moans, and I smile at the sound.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His face is flushed, and he’s smiling, but his eyes search mine.
“You okay?”
I nod, my grin irrepressible.
His hand settles against the side of my face, and he traces his thumb over my left brow so gently. “No regrets?”
“No regrets.” It’s the truth, and I’m glad of it. I know better than to think too much about the future, but the universe might give us a few months before The Curse—orsuperpower—as Luc calls it, strikes. Carter and I were lovers for a few months before—
I shove the thought away. My mind should be nowhere but here. I focus on Luc’s dark eyes.
“No regrets,” I say again.
He lowers his mouth and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Good.” Then he flashes a grin, his dimples winking devilishly. “Any chance we could do it again?”
“W-W-What? Now?”
Luc laughs. Inside me. Against me. Around me. And all of a sudden, the thought of doing it again now seems downright recommended.
“Not now,boba.” His smile softens, but he eyes me with no little heat. “Soon. But not now.”
“Soon would be good,” I say, feeling color rise to my face. After what we just did, I don’t understand why I suddenly feel shy, but I do.
Luc sees my blush, and he kisses me once on each cheek. He reaches down between and draws himself from me. I blush harder.
“Don’t move,” he tells me as he rises from the bed, cupping himself. I’m treated to the sight of his sculpted backside, male perfection caste in bronze as he strides to the bathroom.
The door closes with a soft click, and I stifle a squeal. I can scarcely believe where the day has taken us.
“¡Maldición!”
The sharp word echoes from the bathroom, and I prop up on an elbow. “Everything okay?” I call.
Silence.
“Luc?”
“Yeah… Yeah… The floor’s just freezing.”
I smile, unable to help picturing him naked, standing on the white tile floor, that is, indeed, freezing this time of year.
“That’s why I wear fuzzy socks,” I call.
I hear water running.
“¡Ay ay ay!”
I try to smother my laugh. “The water’s freezing too.” I get to my knees, tug down the covers, and slip beneath them, hoping Luc will be up for a cuddle. Surely, he will. Right? It’s our first time.
