Page 93 of Veil of Obsession

But he holds me in place, presses a kiss on my forehead, and murmurs, “Sorry. I’ll try to be gentle, but it’s going to hurt.”

It takes a couple of minutes for him to finish cleaning the area and patch it up. I don’t know why I do it, but when Lucio goes to get up, I stop him, my hands landing on his thighs and my heart thumping violently against my chest. He clenches his jaw, his eyes darkening.

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing.” His voice is low, almost deadly.

“I just wanted to give you a thank-you kiss,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t betray me.

He lifts a brow, as if challenging me to prove myself. With my hands shaking, I move forward, pressing my fingers into his thigh, and I press my lips to his. His hands stay by his side. ThenI do something I know I shouldn’t: I bite his bottom lip before brushing my tongue over it.

That makes Lucio snap. I let out a yelp when he wraps his hands around my thighs, hauling me into his lap. My legs fall apart and wrap around his waist.

“Don’t.” He nips at the corner of my lip. “Poke.” He pushes his tongue into my mouth, claiming, before he pulls back enough to nip at the other corner. “The fucking bear.”

He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, his hands moving over my thighs and pulling at the sweats he gave me. His lips remain on mine, claiming, devouring, his tongue pushing into my mouth like he wants to taste every inch of me. My body burns, caught between desperation and surrender, between wanting more and knowing I’ll never have enough.

He’s everywhere. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider and pulling me tighter against him as I grind down, feeling his cock press against the thin barrier of my panties. Every shift, every slow roll of my hips, makes the heat inside me climb higher, sharper, unbearable.

I whimper, my fingers twisting in his hair—tugging, pulling, needing more. “Lucio?—”

He growls, gripping my ass and rolling me against him harder, his cock straining beneath his sweats. I can feel how much he wants me. How much he’s holding back.

And that only makes me wetter. Needier.

I bite his bottom lip, teasing him, testing him, begging him to snap. Lucio grips my jaw, his thumb brushing over my lips, forcing me to look at him. His dark eyes are heated, wild dangerous.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

I shudder at the low, wrecked sound of his voice, my stomach clenching, my core throbbing. Then his hand moves between us,sliding beneath my sweatshirt, his fingers skimming my bare skin, teasing, tracing.

“Lucio, please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

But he does. He always does.

He slides his hand beneath my panties, finding my slick folds, teasing me, circling my clit with slow, devastating precision. A broken moan slips from my lips, my body arching into his touch, my breath stuttering.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “I could play with you all fucking night.”

I whimper, grinding against his fingers, chasing the friction, the release that’s already building. Lucio groans and slips a finger inside me, slow but deep, curling just right.

“God, you’re tight.”

My thighs tremble, my hands gripping his arms, my body clenching around him, sucking him in, desperate for more. Then he adds another finger, his palm pressing against my clit as he starts fucking me with his hand, deep and slow, dragging out every sensation.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything.

I bury my face in his neck, moaning his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ride his fingers, rocking my hips, letting him ruin me. Lucio groans, his free hand gripping my waist, guiding my movements, controlling me even as I fall apart.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me feel you.”

I’m so fucking close. The tension winds tighter, the pleasure coiling, the pressure building. Then he rubs my clit just right and crooks his fingers deeper, faster. And I snap.

My orgasm crashes over me, violent, uncontrollable, ripping through every nerve in my body. I shake, moan, shudder, my walls clenching around his fingers, drowning in pleasure so intense I can’t breathe.

Lucio groans, watching me fall apart on his lap, his fingers still moving, drawing it out, making me take everything he gives. I sob his name, my body trembling, my mind spinning, completely wrecked.

And he’s still not done. His fingers keep moving, slow and lazy, teasing my oversensitive clit, slipping inside me again, making me gasp, making my body jolt.

“Lucio—”