Chapter 7

Lucas

Time ticked away slowly, each second stretching into eternity as I waited impatiently for Marco's response. His silence grew heavier, more oppressive, making my heart pound anxiously against my ribcage. What did he plan on doing? Why wouldn't he speak up?

Meanwhile, his eyes remained glued onto mine, intense and unblinking, sending shivers down my spine despite myself. God, there was something about the way he looked at me...

Abruptly, he moved, startling me as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up smoothly over his head in one fluid motion. My breath hitched involuntarily, caught off guard by his sudden action. What was he doing? Where was this leading? I had no idea, but I liked it anyway.

"Marco?"I questioned uncertainly, watching warily as he tossed his discarded clothing carelessly aside. His smirk widened, turning devilish, sending another jolt straight to my groin. Jesus Christ, he wasn't playing fair. He never did, to be honest.

"You really think we can keep pretending like nothing's happening here?"He challenged softly, taking a step closer until mere inches separated our bodies. Heat radiated off him, warm and inviting, making me want to close the distance entirely.

"But-"

"No buts,"he interrupted firmly, shaking his head."It's pointless, Lucas. We both know why you came here tonight. You've already told me so."His hand lifted, tracing the line of my jaw lightly, sending sparks igniting wherever he touched."And I'm done fighting it."

I swallowed hard, trying desperately to maintain composure under his scrutiny."Fighting what?"I managed to choke out weakly, knowing full well yet needing confirmation regardless.

His grin turned wicked then, predatory almost, revealing teeth gleaming white beneath the soft lighting."This,"he replied simply, gesturing vaguely between us before leaning in closer still. Close enough for his lips to brush softly against mine, barely a whisper of touch yet enough to send electricity zinging through me.

My mouth opened reflexively, gasping silently at the contact. Fuck, how could he make me react so easily? So helplessly? So eagerly?

"It's pointless,"he repeated, voice dropping lower, deeper, resonating within me like a physical caress."We both know what we want."

Before I could respond, he took advantage, pressing forward fully this time, capturing my mouth. No gentle exploration anymore; this kiss demanded submission, dominance, and surrender. And god help me, I gave in immediately, melting against him, opening up when his tongue thrust against my own.

He groaned low in his throat, pulling back briefly before diving back in, kissing me fiercely, thoroughly, completely. Until I was left breathless, boneless, desperate for more. More kisses, more touches, more everything he offered freely.

When he finally pulled away again, we were both panting heavily, chests heaving in sync. Our gazes locked, held captive by some unseen force binding us together. Or maybe it was just lust clouding judgment, blinding us from reality.

"What about your heat now?"He rasped roughly, breaking the spell."You said earlier..."

Right. Shit. I'd forgotten momentarily amidst the haze of desire fogging my mind. Now, reality crashed back violently, reminding me sharply of the consequences awaiting if I continued down this path.

"I... I don't know,"I admitted, looking away. How could I tell him that part of me hoped he would take care of it? Take care of me? Despite knowing better, wanting otherwise?

He sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair."Jesus fucking Christ, Lucas,"he muttered, sounding exasperated."What am I going to do with you now?"

The question lingered between us, unanswered, impossible to resolve without hurting someone eventually. Yet even as awareness dawned, understanding sank in, and neither of us moved to stop whatever was coming next.

Because deep down, we both knew—no matter how much we tried denying it, resisting it, hiding from it—this was inevitable. This was almost like fate.

As if sensing my capitulation, Marco stepped back slightly, giving himself room to reach for the button of his jeans. My gaze flickered downward, tracking his movements. Curiosity burned bright within me, need gnawing at my insides.

He paused briefly, smirking before popping the button open with ease. Slowly, agonizingly, he began tugging the zipper down, inch by torturous inch. Anticipation rose sharply, coiling tightly in my core, threatening to consume me whole if left unchecked.

Finally, after what felt like hours later but couldn't have been more than minutes, he pushed the denim downwards, revealing strong thighs dusted darkly with hair. My breath caught audibly, betraying my eagerness despite attempts at maintaining composure.

Then, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, pausing briefly before pushing them down too. Slowly. Too slowly. Exposing every inch of skin, until finally, mercifully, he revealed all of himself completely.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

Marco moved swiftly, efficiently, stripping me bare in record time. Clothes I was still wearing fell away one by one. Each layer removed exposed more flesh, leaving me vulnerable, bared before him entirely.

But I didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. Not with the way he looked at me, hunger burning brightly in those dark eyes. Instead, excitement coursed through me, anticipation building steadily as I awaited his next move.

He didn't disappoint.

Strong hands grasped my hips, lifting me effortlessly. I landed softly on the mattress, bouncing slightly before settling. Before I could catch my breath, he was there, kneeling between my legs, spreading them wide with calloused palms. I knew what he was going to do.

"Marco..."I whispered uncertainly, trailing off when he glanced up at me, intensity blazing hotter than ever. Words failed me all of a sudden, leaving only raw need behind.

He seemed to understand anyway, leaning in close, blowing warm air across my most intimate place. A shiver wracked me, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. God, yes. Please...

His tongue flicked out then, tasting me tentatively, making me gasp loudly. Jesus, who knew he had such skills? I should've known, I immediately thought.

I moaned shamelessly as he explored further, licking around my entrance, teasing, taunting, driving me insane with need. When he finally pushed inside, filling me balls-deep, I cried out, arching towards him.

"Fuck!"I swore, fisting handfuls of sheets beneath me. Pleasure unlike any other surged through me, centering where he touched deepest. It wasn't enough though. Not nearly enough.

As if reading my thoughts, he withdrew slightly before plunging back in, harder this time. Again and again, he set a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My body stretched willingly to accommodate him, craving more despite the initial discomfort. It was one of the reasons why I was sure he was the one.

Soon, the pain faded entirely, replaced solely by pleasure so intense, so overwhelming, I couldn't think straight anymore. Only sensation mattered now—the fullness inside me, the friction outside, the sounds escaping our lips.

My cock leaked profusely, dribbling precum. But I didn't care. Not when he filled me perfectly, hitting spots I never knew existed.

"Yes! Yes!"I chanted, lost in sensation, desperate for that sweet moment I was already waiting for. He growled low in response, picking up speed, fucking me relentlessly until-

Abruptly, he stopped moving, holding still deep inside me. Confusion clouded my senses for a few seconds, cutting through the haze of desire fogging my mind.

"Why?"I gasped, looking up at him, needing clarification.

He groaned, dropping his forehead onto mine, breathing raggedly."Condom,"he panted, voice strained."Should've worn... shouldn't be doing this bare."

Understanding dawned on me, guilt washing over me instantly. Shit. Why hadn't I thought about protection earlier? Because I was selfish, reckless, stupid-

"No,"I pleaded weakly, wrapping my legs around his waist, and locking him in place."Don't stop. Not yet."

He tensed visibly, shock flashing across his features."Lucas-"

"I want you,"I interrupted firmly, staring directly into his stormy irises."All of you. No barriers."His pupils dilated, darkness swallowing the color entirely. Desire won out over logic, just as I hoped.

With a final groan, he gave in, pulling back marginally before slamming home once more. This time, nothing held us apart—no latex, no fear, no hesitation. Just pure, unadulterated… passion, even though I thought I would never think such a thing about us.

And god help me, it felt incredible.

Each thrust sent sparks shooting through me, igniting nerves alight, drawing me closer towards a climax. My moans grew louder, more desperate, urging him faster, deeper, harder.

"You're mine,"he grunted possessively, claiming me thoroughly, branding me as his. And I loved it. Loved being owned, possessed, consumed by him utterly.

When orgasm hit, it swept through me like a tsunami, tearing a scream from my throat as bliss exploded behind my eyelids. White-hot pleasure pulsed from within, flooding every cell, every fiber, every atom of my being. Euphoria unlike anything else claimed me, leaving me boneless, spent, and satiated. I couldn't have asked for a better moment.

Above me, Marco stiffened abruptly, face contorting in ecstasy as he found his own release. Warmth flooded my insides, filling me to the brim.