“Oh my God,” I moan, as my hands brush against the staggering length of him, “You’re...huge.”
Lukas’s eyes close in bliss as I wrap my fingers around his thick cock. I can feel every inch of him as I work my hands up and down his stunning, unimaginably huge member. I’ve never wanted a man so badly in my life, never known that I could find someone’s cock to be so staggeringly gorgeous. I let my thumb glance against his bulging head, and a tiny shudder ripples through his body.
“I love your hands on me,” he groans.
In response, I wrap my hand tenderly around his bulging balls. Lukas roughly grabs a handful of my hair and wrenches my head back. I look up at him, surprised and excited by his sudden force. I bring my hands back to the shaft, working him hard. Pulling at my hair just hard enough to make it hurt a little, Lukas brings his lips to my throat. His tongue flicks against my hot skin as I tighten my grip on his enormous cock, feeling him growing between my hands every second. How can be possibly be getting bigger?
My feet leave the ground as Lukas lays me across the couch. I look up at him in surprise as he lowers himself onto me. His mouth finds mine as he covers me with his body, pinning me onto the sofa with his sturdy frame. His hands find the hem of my tee shirt and rip the garment up over my head. Lukas tosses the shirt away and brings his hand around my back, expertly unclasping my pink bra.
As I shrug out of that as well, Lukas takes in the sight of me, lying topless beneath him. His eyes travel down to my ribcage, linger for a moment on the array of bruises there. With a reverence I’ve never seen before, Lukas begins to lower his lips. I look on in wonder as he brings his mouth to my skin and kisses my bruises, one by one.
“I can’t undo what’s been done to you,” he whispers, “But I can show you how your body deserves to be treated.”
I cry out as Lukas brings his lips to the taut peak of my erect nipple. He takes the hard disc into his mouth, letting his tongue dance against my sensitive flesh. His hands close around my tits, kneading them delectably. I dig my fingers into his broad shoulders, letting my head fall back as he takes first one, then the other nipple between those firm lips of his. He sucks and licks and even bites me, just hard enough. I can feel my pussy growing wetter by the second as he works me into a lustful frenzy with his dexterous tongue.
“Lukas,” I gasp, arching my back, “I want to take you inside me.”
“Not yet,” he tells me, lifting his mouth back to my throat. Pulling himself up onto his knees, he raises himself and tears the shirt off his back. I groan as his rippling chest is mine to behold once more, I take in his bulging biceps, sexy tattoo, and bandaged stab wound. Either his arm is healing really well or he has incredible pain tolerance, either way I'm not complaining. My hands fly to his stacked abs, the flat slabs of pure muscles that wrap all around his core. I want to spend the rest of my life memorizing every inch of his incredible body.
Lukas grabs my wrists and pins them over my head. Pinning my arms with one hand, he traces his fingers down the length of me with the other. His fingertips run down between my breasts, across the flat expanse of my stomach. I gasp as he pops open the button of my jeans and all but tears them down my firm thighs. Lukas grins as my pink panties are revealed—it’s the least clothed he’s ever seen me. Keeping my hands firmly over my head, Lukas tugs my jeans down off my legs and kicks off his own. His massive erection threatens to tear straight through the fabric of his briefs.
“Touch me,” I beg, “Please, Lukas.”
“With pleasure,” he growls, and traces a tiny line along the thin cotton resting against my slit. “Oh, Hannah...you’re so wet for me,” he groans.
“I’ve wanted this...for so long...” I tell him, lifting my hips ever-so-slightly.
“You wanted to feel my fingers against your pussy?” he asks, tugging on the elastic waistband of my panties.
“Yes,” I pant, as he slides the soaking garment away from my sex. Lukas pulls my panties down along my legs, ripping them from my body and tossing them clear across the room.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. I do so, eagerly–letting my knees fall open as wide as they can. Lukas drinks in the sight of me, lying open and waiting before him. “Jesus...” he moans, resting his hands on the tender skin of my inner thighs. “You are so...fucking...beautiful.”
A low moan escapes my throat as Lukas rests his fingers against my sopping slit. Slowly, he runs his fingertips along the length of me, smiling as I writhe beneath him. My body is aching for him, throbbing with need, as he traces his fingers along every fold and lip, working deeper and deeper with each pass.
“You want to feel me inside, don’t you?” he asks, his fingers pressing lightly against my eager, pink opening. I nod fervidly, unable to form words. “Are you sure?” he asks, torturing me.
“Yes!” I scream, shattering the quiet of the annex. My cry trails off into rapturous silence as Lukas slides two thick fingers up inside my body. I clench down around him, unable to contain myself. He flexes his powerful fingers against my silky flesh, thrusting his hand deeper and deeper inside of me. I bury my fingers in my hair, my mouth open in a silent howl of pleasure.
As he presses into me with his sure, strong fingers, I feel Lukas’s thumb brush against my swollen clit.
“Christ...” I murmur, as he kneads at that quivering little bundle of nerves. “Yes,” I tell him, “That’s...that’s it...”
He traces little circles around that hard little button, stroking me, filling me as he does. The simultaneous sensations resonate throughout my entire body, and an unstoppable pressure starts to blossom in my core. He’s going to make me come any second.
“Come for me, Hannah,” he commands, “I want you to come for me.”
He presses down on my aching nub and my entire body shatters beneath him in a crush of unspeakable pleasure. Lukas flicks and kneads my tender clit, sending me barreling forward toward the most amazing orgasm of my life. My orgasm screams through me, threatening to tear me in two. My hips buck wildly as I ride wave after wave of overwhelming bliss. Just as I think that I can’t possibly stand any more, that the moment is too saturated with sensation to become any more intense, I feel the wide tip of Lukas’s cock pressing urgently against me.
“Yes!” I cry, looking up at him imploringly, “Oh my God, yes...”
It’s all the encouragement Lukas needs. In one swift motion, he slides his thick cock into my slick, sensitive pussy. He sinks deep inside of me, parting my flesh with his stiff, pulsating member. Our moans entwine and rise together as I pull him further and further inside. I look up at Lukas in wonder, suspended for a moment in sheer amazement. His mouth hangs open the tiniest bit, and everything that’s ever stood between us evaporates like so much morning dew. A raw surge of energy passes between us, and Lukas draws back ever so slightly, pushing even deeper into my body.
Our lust overtakes us as we buck wildly against each other, falling into a seamless, perfect rhythm. I feel like he’s going to tear straight through me; he’s opening me up like no one ever has.
Lukas brings his broad chest down to mine, and our bodies meet. I wrap my arms around him, drawing him in as far as I can. Lukas pummels me with his massive cock, and I hook my ankles around the small of his back, tilting my hips to bring him in even further. He slams into that tender space just behind my navel, and I can practically feel myself cracking open.
“Holy shit...” I gasp, as the room spins wildly around us. “Lukas...Lukas...”
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, pounding into me with all his might, “I want to fill you up, Hannah. Let me come inside of you...”
“Come,” I tell him, “Please, I want you to.”
With a mighty thrust, Lukas brings his cock barreling into the deepest space within me. I feel him erupt inside of me, emptying his thick cum into my body. I bring my lips to his as his semen spurts hotly against the most inner parts of me, filling and coating me completely. His powerful hips begin to slow
in their bucking path, until finally we fall still—connected in that most intimate way.
Lukas collapses onto me, his arms wrapped tightly around my body. For a long while, we simply lie there together, letting the warmth of the fire lick against our bare skin.
Finally, I roll to my side, letting Lukas slip in beside me. With his chest pressed firmly against my back, I let my eyes close—savoring this silent, still moment. He closes his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him. We don’t say a word, because we don’t have to. Everything we feel for each other was perfectly expressed in that amazing, wordless union...
I feel myself slipping into the world of dreams as Lukas cradles my body against his and carries me gently up the stairs. I’m scarcely aware of the waking world as he lays me out on the huge bed and settles down beside me. I’ve already left with the world behind, and fallen into a deep sleep.
In my dream, I revisit a place I’ve grown so familiar with. I’m back in the moonlit garden, standing before the statue of Persephone. The same sapphire gown clings to my body, hugging my curves in the perfect fit. I study the statue’s turquoise features, the heavy shackles around her ankles. In the dim light of the moon and stars, I can feel hot tears begin to course down my cheeks. The sight of this girl in flight has always moved me, but I’ve never wept for her before now.
“What’s wrong?” says a voice behind me.
I start. The voice that sounds out is unfamiliar. My usual companion here is a man, with a rich, low, comforting voice. But tonight, I seem to have been joined by someone new. A woman. I keep my gaze forward for a moment, startling into silence by this new companion. I can hear her steps approaching, even as I keep my gaze forward.
She draws up beside me, her heels clicking against the stone of the path. A blaze of red catches my eye, and I can’t help but turn my head. When I do, I feel as though I’m gazing into a mirror. A pair of stunning emerald eyes peer at me in the darkness of the garden. Eyes that are not entirely unfamiliar. In fact, I’m sure I’ve seen them before...
“No use crying over an old piece of copper,” she says with a smile, taking a good look at the work of art standing before us.
“It’s just...I can understand her, I suppose,” I say, my eyes locked on the beautiful red-headed woman standing beside me. She’s wearing a lacy white gown, looking for the world like Grace Kelly. “I’m sorry,” I venture, “But I’m sure I’ve seen you before...”
“What do you mean, you can understand her?” the woman asks, dodging my inquiry, “She’s just a myth, after all. You know her story, I gather?”
“Of course,” I say, “Persephone is stolen away to the underworld. She eats the pomegranate seeds that Hades offers her, and is bound to him forever. She’s permitted to return to the world above every spring, but cycles forever back to her master beneath the earth. It’s an endless cycle.”
“Indeed,” says the gorgeous red head, “Do you think she’s fooled every spring? Into thinking that she’s finally free?”
“I bet she is...” I whisper, my heart breaking just a hair, “But she can never truly be free, can she? She’s damned, after all...”
“Oh, I don’t know,” says my companion, “Anything’s possible, isn’t it? But it does seem unlikely that breaking free of her past would be so very simple...Don’t you think, Hannah?”
“How...How do you know my name?” I ask.
“I like to stay informed,” she smiles, turning to face me. There’s a fine smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, I know exactly where I’ve seen her face before. The photo album in Gertrude’s room, filled with pictures that Lukas never wanted me to see.
“You’re Andrea...” I whisper, taking in the sight of Lukas’s beautiful wife.
“There you go. On the nose,” she laughs, clasping her hands in delight.
“Are you...angry with me?” I ask, baffled to be speaking with the only woman my lover has ever loved.”
“Not at all,” she says, waving away my concern, “If you knew how many women Lukas has slept with since I was killed, you wouldn’t be the least bit worried about that.”
“I’m so sorry,” I say, “About what happened to you.”
“It comes with the territory,” she shrugs, “That’s something you’d do well to remember.”
“What?” I say, alarmed, “Do you mean...Do you think I’m in danger?”
“Absolutely,” she says, “You’re with Lukas, aren’t you? You’ll always be in danger.”
“Do you think...I should stay away from him?” I ask.
“No, no,” she says, taking my hands in hers, “That’s not it at all. Hannah, haven’t you figured it out by now? Life is dangerous. Even when we think we’re safe, there’s chaos and pain and fear lurking around every corner. Danger is inevitable. But with Lukas...at least you get to enjoy it a little. Besides, it’s not him you have to worry about.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, “Andrea, what—?
“Shh,” she hisses, holding a finger up to her lips. Heavy footsteps ring out through the garden around us. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge as somebody approaches.
“Who’s there?” I ask to the darkness. I receive no reply—only the sound of steady footsteps, slapping against the stone.
“Don’t forget your past too easily, Hannah,” Andrea warns me, backing away into the darkness, “Don’t let this sudden spring lure you into forgetting the winter. Your past isn’t as easy to shake off as all that. Just remember Persephone, would you? Take care of yourself. Take care of Lukas. Goodbye, Hannah.”
“Wait. Andrea—” I say, taking a hurried step after her. But she’s gone, disappeared into the depths of the garden. I’m alone with Persephone, and the quickly advancing footsteps. My pulse begins to race as my visitor draws ever closer, encroaching on my little patch of solitude. My eyes widen as a shadow falls across the moonlit stones. Before I can see who it is that’s joined me there in the darkness, I’m wrenched out of the dream, out of the garden, and back into the sturdy arms of Lukas Roth.
My eyes flutter open in the soft glow of daylight, as my dream dances away beyond my grasp. I’ve never been good at remembering dreams once I’ve woken up, but the sensation of danger, and the vague warning to remember what’s come before, cling to me as I snuggle closer to my new protector.
Chapter Twenty-One
-Lukas-
When I finally begin to drift up from my deep, heavy slumber, I can feel warm sunlight against my cheek. Cracking open my eyes, I can’t believe how brightly the sun is shining through the annex bedroom’s window. I haven’t slept past seven in the morning for...years. I must have really needed the rest.
The previous evening’s events rush back into my mind, and I roll over with a smile. I throw my arm over to capture the woman who’s so captivated me...but there’s no one here beside me. Opening my eyes, I peer around the bright bedroom, searching for Hannah. She’s nowhere to be found. A spike of panic punches through my core. Did she get spooked and take off? Did she head back to her old life, scared off by the lurid details of my past? I sit bolt upright in bed, ready to tear off after her.
But an incredible scent catches my attention first. The smell of bacon and strong coffee wafts through the open door of the bedroom. I let out a soft laugh. She hasn’t fled at all. She’s simply headed downstairs to rustle up some rations. I’ll need to get this knee jerk watchdog impulse under control. Without bothering to dress, I make my way down the stairs of the annex. I swing myself down from the staircase and peer into the kitchen.
Sure enough, Hannah is there—dressed in last night’s clothes and overseeing a frying pan. She looks up as I make my way into the kitchen, smiling wickedly at my state of undress.
“Better keep well away from the bacon grease,” she warns.
“Very well,” I allow, rerouting toward the living room. I snatch up my discarded clothes and throw them on quickly. “Did you...sleep well?” I ask.
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nbsp; “Sure,” she replies, “Weird dreams, but overall just fine.”
“That’s good,” I say, making my way to the breakfast bar and pulling up a stool. “That’s a good look for you. Sex hair, yesterday’s clothing...”
“Why thank you,” Hannah says, rolling her eyes. “I try.”
I reach for one of two mugs of coffee that stand steaming on the counter. Leaving my coffee black, as always, I raise the rich elixir to my lips. I set down the mug and reach into my pocket for my pack of smokes. I light up a cigarette and pull a long drag, savoring the perfect combination of the day’s first cigarette and sip of coffee. What could be better? The punch of caffeine and nicotine is just enough to push off the realization that today will be my first as a grown orphan. Best to delay that thought as long as possible.
“Those things will kill you, you know,” Hannah says, glancing over her shoulder with distaste.
I let out a long stream of smoke with a twisted smile. “After everything I told you last night, you’re going to give me a hard time about the dangers of smoking?” I say.
“I’m a nurse,” she replies, “It’s my job to keep on you about that. I can’t stop you from chasing down dangerous criminals, but I can remind you about the grittier aspects of lung cancer.”
“You seem to be coping pretty well with my...Uh...background,” I say tentatively.
“I’m trying not to over think it,” she says simply, scooping some bacon onto a plate and carrying it over to the bar. She lifts a crispy strip to her mouth, savoring the bite.
“You’d better watch your cholesterol,” I tell her, shaking a finger, “Blocked arteries will kill you, you know.”
“Very funny,” she says. “Shut up and smoke your cancer stick, why don’t you?”
We sit in silence, nursing our various indulgences, trying to put off the inevitable encroaching reality. But as the minutes wear on, the grins harden on our faces. We have quite a bit to sort out between us. So much that it’s impossible to know where to start.
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