Heartless Prince by Brook Wilder

Chapter 35

Leda

 

This was crazy. He had bought me, but he had also saved me from whatever my father had planned for me.

 

Lucas clearly needed someone in his life, someone that could chase away the darkness that was his life. No matter how hard he insisted that I was not the one to save him.

 

“You’re changing your mind,” Lucas said flatly, catching my attention.

 

I shook my head immediately. There was no way I was backing out of this tonight. Something was shifting in him, something I desperately wanted to explore. “I’m just wondering how much longer you are going to stand here and hold my hand.”

 

His smile was slow and genuine, not the grins or smirks he had given me up to now.

 

It was breathtaking.

 

“Demanding, aren’t you?”

 

I forced myself to step back, severing the connection between us. “I can be when I want something.”

 

“Don’t let me be the one to make you wait then,” he murmured, undoing his jeans as he stepped out of his shoes.

 

When he pushed them down off his hips, it felt like I’d forgotten how to breathe.

 

Perfection.

 

Even with the scars, Lucas was pure perfection. From his broad shoulders to his perfectly formed abs that ended in a plunging V towards his cock, he was every woman’s dirty fantasy.

 

And that cock. It jutted out from his body, hard and heavy in the dim evening air. The part of his body I was intimately familiar with.

 

Lucas stalked toward me, and I held my ground as his hand brushed my hair off my face.

 

“Your turn, Princess.”

 

Though he had seen my body numerous times, I still felt the blush rising as I placed my hands on the coat he’d draped over me. This was new territory for me. His niceness had thrown me for a loop, so I wondered where this was going to go from here.

 

I had started this, and I wasn’t about to leave any time soon. The coat puddled at my feet. Cool night breeze caressed my skin. It didn’t take long for me to be as naked as he was, and I shivered when Lucas’s eyes slowly slipped over my body.

 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he growled, finding my gaze. “Leda, I—”

 

I didn’t want to talk any longer. Something inside me broke, and I was closing the distance between us before the next word could pass his lips. Lucas murmured before he kissed me passionately, his hands entangled in my hair. I could feel the insistent way his cock was pressing into my stomach, my body flooding with wetness at the thought of having him inside me again.

 

That was the only thing that mattered right now.

 

Lucas tore his lips from mine and his hands found my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. “I’ve dreamed of having you a hundred different ways,” he admitted, tweaking one of them and eliciting a whimper from me.

 

Before I could respond, Lucas picked me up and took me into his bedroom. Gingerly, he placed me on the cool silk sheets. His hands found my hips and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, one hand sliding down my leg. “Put your legs on my shoulder,” he rasped.

 

My entire body trembled as I did as he asked, and I gasped when he lowered himself to his knees, eye level with my thighs. “You will scream my name, Leda,” he murmured, his lips trailing from my knee to my inner thigh. “Now tell me, who do you belong to?”

 

“You…”

 

I barely had time to say that single word before his mouth covered my mound. His tongue drew wicked circles around my throbbing clit. I tried to push him away, but Lucas grasped my thighs and pulled them apart for better access.

 

Never before had I let anyone do something like this. And with Lucas, it felt right.

 

Oh God, it felt like this was what I was made for.

 

His name bubbled on my lips as his tongue teased apart my folds, giving him better access to my core as he lapped at my wetness. My fingers bunched in his hair, urging him closer. But torturously, he held back, layering pleasure upon pleasure in delicious agony.

 

When he pressed a finger into me, I cried out his name, my body rising off the silken sheets as pleasure pooled, surged, and then crashed through my entire being.

 

When Lucas lifted his head, I met him through half-lidded eyes.

 

“Told you,” he said, standing.

 

I couldn’t even get my mouth to work, but I didn’t have to.

 

Lucas positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes on mine. “Tell me this is what you want,” he rasped as his strong hands found my waist. My sex ached with hungry need, missing the warmth of his presence against it.

 

“Yes,” I answered, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Please, Lucas, don’t stop.”

 

If he did so now, I might not ever recover.

 

Some unknown emotion crossed Lucas’s face as he pushed himself into me, filling me to my core. I arched my back at the familiar intrusion, but this time there was no pain, only the heightened burn of pleasure that I never wanted to stop.

 

Lucas’s hands gripped my waist possessively and pulled me closer to him. Instead of feeling dirty, I reveled in the touch.

 

“Gorgeous,” he whispered, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. “So fucking gorgeous.”

 

I moaned and arched my hips, wanting him to move. I wanted to feel him pound into me, to give me what I had been dreaming of.

 

But he didn’t. Instead, he took it slow—pulling himself back in long, measured strokes as he brought me back towards the brink of orgasm, but always denying me the sweet relief of release. He leaned down and covered his mouth against mine.

 

The kiss was heartbreakingly gentle. I tilted my hips to him, and he bit my lower lip softly.

 

“That’s it,” he whispered against my neck as he quickened his pace. “Show me how much you want this, Leda.”

 

I started to buck under him, pushing my hips into him. My hands found his shoulder and held on for dear life as he started to move my hips to the rhythm he wanted. Stroke by stroke, he picked up his pace. Each time he pushed back deep inside, I felt the slow dizzying spread of pleasure across my skin.

 

When his lips found my nipple and lapped at it, I felt my control slipping. A small tremor began, first at my core. It crescendoed until I was gasping, then crying—my voice rising up in a rasping note as he brought me higher and higher in pleasure. 

 

Stars were dotting behind my eyes as my body shook, but I opened them once I felt Lucas start to pull back.

 

No. No. Stay.Not yet.

 

He was straining to keep control, I could tell.

 

I reached for him. “Lucas?”

 

“I’m close, Leda. I have to.”

 

“Come inside me,” I finished for him. “Please don’t stop.”

 

I must have gone crazy. That was the only way to describe it. But I didn’t want him to leave me. I didn’t want him to leave me unfulfilled.

 

Lucas’s jaw clenched as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and drilled into me. The bed was shaking under the force of each thrust.

 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed.

 

The orgasm came sharp and fast as my pussy pulsed around his cock. I clenched around him and felt his cock doing the same.

 

With a low groan, Lucas came. His seed filled me as I held him there, refusing to let go.

 

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what had happened. This wasn’t the dominant sex that I thought he would give me. This was—this was something I couldn’t explain.

 

If I didn’t know any better. I would’ve called it lovemaking.

 

Lucas pulled out of me, and I lay there as he stumbled backwards, a small smile flitting over my face. What now? Why did I feel like I had just gotten the medal for first place with the very man I should be running from?

 

Should I leave? There was no way he was going to want me to stay in his bed now that he was done. I forced myself to climb from the bed, my knees watery and weak, but before I could round the bed, Lucas’s hands were on my waist. “Where are you going?” he whispered into my ear.

 

I spun in his arms, a blush stealing across my cheeks as I saw his intense gaze. “I was, um, going to my room.”

 

“Is that what you want to do?” he asked.

 

“Is that what you want me to do?” I countered, wanting to hear it from his lips.

 

I saw the internal war raging in Lucas’s eyes as his nostrils flared.

 

“No,” he finally said. “I don’t want you to leave, Leda.”

 

Oh God. This was uncharted territory. “But,” he continued. “I might pass out if I don’t get in that bed soon. It’s been a long fucking week.”

 

“Then by all means,” I said nervously. “Let’s get in bed.”

 

When I climbed in next to Lucas, he hauled me against his chest, his warmth spreading through my own limbs. “That’s better,” he said drowsily, his fingers tangling in my hair.

 

I pressed my hand to his chest and felt the steady heartbeat there, the way that his arm cradled my head as if he cared.

 

He didn’t, of course.

 

But it was nice to think he did tonight.

 

It didn’t take long for Lucas’s breathing to start slowing, and only then did I steal a glance at his face. It was slack and without the lines of deep worry that seemed to follow him.

 

He had done something far worse to me tonight than anything else he had done.

 

Something even worse than stealing my virginity.

 

He was starting to steal pieces of my heart.