The silence between us was thick with tension. Lucas's eyes narrowed as he stared at the text, his face a mask of displeasure. I knew the message I'd shown him had hit a nerve. His hands clenched into fists, jaw tight like he was holding back a storm. Whatever was brewing inside him wasn't quiet.
I reached out, letting my fingers brush against his, small and tentative. His gaze flicked to my hand, then back to my eyes—sharp, searching. Without a word, his fingers curled around mine, rough and sure. The heat in his touch was sudden, a promise that didn't need speech.
Slowly, his other hand lifted, tracing a line along my arm, sending sparks where skin met skin. My breath hitched. The space between us shrank, charged and electric, until there was nothing left but the steady beat of our hearts and the pull drawing us closer.
His lips hovered near mine—soft, demanding—waiting for me to cross that line. The world blurred and fell away.
His mouth crashed into mine like a storm I never saw coming—violent, desperate, and full of need. I gasped against him, and he swallowed the sound like a man starved of air.
My back hit the wall, hard, but I didn't care. His body pinned me in place, thigh shoved between mine, hips grinding with purpose. Every part of him radiated heat—his chest, his breath, his cock, already straining thick and hard through his pants, rubbing right against my core. I could feel him. All of him.
Lucas gripped my wrists and slammed them above my head. "Tell me to stop," he growled.
But I couldn't. I didn't want to.
"Say it, Nia," he demanded, voice low, a breath away from losing control.
"I won't," I whispered.
His eyes darkened, mouth crashing against my throat. He kissed, bit, sucked until my skin burned. His hands released mine, only to slide down and rip my shirt open. Buttons flew. Lace tore. I was bare before him in seconds, nipples tightening from the cold and the way his gaze devoured me.
His hand covered one breast, rough palm circling the hardened tip. I moaned when his thumb flicked over it, again and again, teasing me while his other hand dragged down my pants. I stepped out of them, trembling but not from fear.
His fingers slid between my thighs, finding me wet and ready.
"So fucking wet for me already," he muttered. "You want my fingers?"
"Yes," I breathed.
He slid one in, slow and deliberate. Then another. Thick, strong fingers curling deep inside me, pumping in and out while his thumb found my clit and circled. My hips bucked. My legs nearly gave out.
"Lucas—"
He pulled back just as I was about to fall apart. I whimpered, needing more, needing him.
He freed his cock from his pants, and my breath caught. Thick, veined, the kind of cock that made you forget how to think. He stroked himself once, twice, watching the way my eyes followed the motion, the way my thighs squeezed together.
Then he lifted me off the floor.
My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. His cock pressed against my entrance, and he paused.
"You sure?"
I looked him in the eye. "Yes. Fuck me."
He didn't need a second invitation.
He thrust into me in one hard, claiming stroke, filling me to the hilt. I gasped—stretched and split and full.
"God, you're tight," he groaned, voice ragged.
He held me against the wall, hips rolling, fucking me slow and deep. Every movement forced a moan out of me, his cock hitting every spot that made my toes curl.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, thrusts harder now, rougher. He grunted with every pump, and I cried out his name over and over.
My orgasm built fast, furious, tightening like a coil about to snap.
"Lucas—I'm gonna—"
"Cum on my cock," he growled. "Let me feel you break."
And I did.
The orgasm tore through me like wildfire. I clenched around him, shaking, moaning so loud I didn't care who heard. He slammed into me harder, chasing his release.
"Fuck—Nia—"
He buried himself deep and came with a guttural growl, his cock pulsing inside me, heat flooding my core.
For a moment, we stayed like that—panting, clinging, wrecked.
Then he leaned in and whispered against my lips.
"This changes everything."