Page 23 of Mafia Scars

He started with a slow grind of his hips to go deeper. Once he was there, buried to the hilt, he began pumping that fast, sure rhythm I loved.

I closed my eyes, seeing flashes of stars and white lights dance beneath my lids while I enjoyed him. Faster. He pumped faster and faster still, sending me over the edge, making me groan and writhe beneath him.

“Do you want more, doll?”

“Yes,” I cried.

I could have screamed when he slipped out of me. I didn’t want him to be away from me.

It wasn’t for long though. He flipped me over, so that I was on my hands and knees, and I remembered how much he loved taking me from behind.

He slipped back in and resumed his thrusts. I winced and savored the powerful bursts of emotion that shook my body. He gripped my hips and held on tight, now jackhammering into me.

It was unreal, unlike anything I’d ever experienced and completely and utterly indescribable.

It was too much, and my hands gave.

He caught me and stopped pumping to lower his mouth and place a kiss on my back.

“Too much?” he asked. There was a smile in his voice.

“No.” I didn’t want him to stop. “I want more.”

“Okay, goddess, just checking. Hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

I did as he said, loving the sound of his promise. He did.

Somehow, our already crazy frenzy turned up a notch and became something else. Madness took over, along with something primal and raw. We’d become slaves to passion, slaves to sex and our need for each other.

I didn’t know what to call this. No words could describe what we were doing. Nothing could.

When we came, it was with mutual surrender to the force that had taken over our bodies.

The strength left me, him too, and we both collapsed in a heap on the bed, bodies dripping with sweat.

Luc pulled me closer and kissed my shoulder. I turned into his embrace and rested my head against his chest. His heart was beating so fast.

Just like mine.

* * *

We didn’t do much talking.

The next few hours were spent having wild sex. I remembered slipping into a dream. Not the reoccurring nightmare I’d been having for the last few weeks, but an actual dream.

I dreamt about being in a movie where I had to brush my hair all day. It was ridiculous, but I’d take that over the previous mornings when I’d woken up in a cold sweat.

Today, I woke up to fiery kisses being placed along my neck.

My eyes fluttered open to meet Luc’s blue gaze. It wasn’t quite time to wake up yet. It was twilight, and the soft light from my night light lit him up like a dream. I had to wonder if I was still sleeping when I looked at him. The cocky, wicked grin on his face told me I wasn’t.

“Luc.” I reached up to cup his jaw and guided him down to my lips for a sweet kiss, which immediately turned needy. “More, please.”

He pulled back and smiled. “More what, goddess? Kisses?”

I shook my head and giggled when he nuzzled my neck.

I didn’t care. Reality hadn’t reared its ugly head yet, and I wasn’t in any hurry for it to come knocking on my door.