"Lucas..."
His name slipped out in a shaky moan.
His gaze darkened instantly, sharp as a blade, lingering on my face before dropping to my half-exposed chest and cinched waist.
That look chilled me to the bone. I shivered.
Memories hit from wedding prep, staff gossiping about Lucas's endless one-night stands...
Could he tell what I wanted? My face burned. His shirt buttoned to the top, cuffs pristine, while my nightgown strap hung off my elbow, neckline gaping—like I was desperate to fuck.
Shame killed the heat. I fumbled to cover up, mumbling, "Maybe I should sleep in the—"
Guest room. But he moved. Those long legs closed the distance in two strides. Whiskey and cedar stole my breath. He loomed over me, forcing me back onto the bed.
"You drunk?" My voice barely whispered, mind blank.
"You shouldn't tempt me like this." His low, magnetic tone shot through my veins like electricity. Before I could process, his hand cradled the back of my head, pulling me in.
Then he kissed me.
His tongue forced my teeth apart, claiming every inch. I forgot to breathe.
"Take it all off then." He murmured against my lips, the vibration tingling.
It hit me. He saw me as some slut seducing him, not a wife to respect. Worse, my body agreed. My panties were drenched, soaking the sheets.
One hand pinned my shoulder; the other snagged my nightgown zipper and yanked.
God, how many women had he stripped to get this smooth?
I tried to fight, but words stuck in my throat, just whimpers. He outmatched me in strength, skill, everything. In seconds, I was naked, exposed under his burning stare. He stayed clothed, eyes locked on me.
Shame flooded in. I grabbed for the blanket. He shoved me flat in the center.
Pain hissed through me. I scrambled to escape, but he pinned me down, blocking every way out. One hand kneaded my breast, the other roamed, each touch punishing. Until it dipped between my legs.
I tensed, a deep ache surging. My core pressed against his fingers.
"Ella," he growled my name. "You're a virgin?"
I admitted it, humiliated. "Yeah."
Everything about me laid bare.
He hooked my lace panties aside, a rough finger sliding into my dripping slit, rubbing along the walls and clit.
"Oh God, Lucas."
My legs twisted, moans escaping. The air thickened with hormones and scent, like an aphrodisiac. Waves pulsed from my gut, spilling onto his hand.
"So tight..."
He eased in a second finger, scissoring, stretching the slick folds with slow scrapes. Gentle now, fingertips circling the sensitive spots, grinding until I was soaked, every thrust pulling more wetness. It dragged on, turning discomfort to hollow craving, begging for more.
"Lucas, please," I panted, voice faint.
He chuckled low, adding a third. "Relax."
