Chasing His Betrayed Luna - Chapter 196: Chapter 196

Fiona
Dinner?
How could I care about that when he was kissing me like this?
How could eating be on my mind even though I have worked and trained hard today? Not when Lucas was touching every part of my body at the same time.
At that moment, he had more than two hands.
The fire of desire had been dancing within me even before we started the slow dance around the living room as we kissed with raw undiluted passion. I lost track of time as Lucas and I moved around the living room, devouring each other’s mouths, tasting places we never knew existed until now.
“Hmm…” I moaned for the millionth time as his hand touched the sensitive part of my neck, caressing it heatedly.
“I love you…” Lucas muttered effortlessly, molding our lips together before my brain could even understand his words. “I.” Kiss. “Love” Even deeper kiss that had my back arching. “You, Fiona” He concluded, pouring desire into me like he was a fountain of it.
He didn’t give me the chance to think or respond. He just kissed me with hunger, intensifying the kiss and driving me wild. I grabbed onto him, fisting his shirt in my hand and yearning to touch his skin. I felt the need to rip his shirt off as hunger built up within me like consuming fire.
The second he took his lips off for a second, I whined, “T-take it o-off…”
“You take it off,” Lucas responded, stepped backward, and raised his hands so I could peel the shirt off his body.
We maintained eye contact, and every second felt like hell. Fortunately, I removed his shirt swiftly and assumed Lucas would do the same to the black comfy playsuit that I was wearing. However, he ripped the material with one pull and muttered into my ears as soon as he pulled me flushed against his body, “I’m not a patient man.”
Goddess!
His thick sonorous voice sent shivers down my spine and I moaned. Again.
Did I like my comfy playsuit? Yes.
Do I care that it was hanging loose on my waist? No.
Why? Well because Lucas’s eyes were burning into my exposed chest and even though I was still in my underwear, I felt naked under his gaze and I loved it.
Lucas stepped back and I was about to complain when he walked up to the door, locked it, turned to face me again, and ordered not trying to be seductive but still very seductive, “On your back…”
“W-what?” I stuttered.
“Lay on your back, Fiona.” He clarified, pointing to the biggest couch in the living room.
I swallowed hard as my body obeyed his order without hesitation. My body trusted him even though the fabric hanging on my waist made it hard to walk. I lay on the couch and for a minute, Lucas just stood there.
He stood there, looking at me and making me quiver as anticipation pumped through my blood like lava.
“Lucas, please,” I begged.
I was dying from need.
“Did I ever tell you that I love your hair? The color of your skin. Your eyes and-”
“Just fuck me already, Lucas. Do I have to beg?” I whimpered.
“Fuck you?” Lucas uttered, walking towards me slowly. “No, Fiona. I’ll be making love to you first. Then fuck you later.”
My breath caught in my throat, his words painting numerous images in my head. Within a second, Lucas was right in front of me, he tore the remains of my dress and tossed it. He lowered himself over me, hovering.
I placed my hands on his butt hating that instill couldn’t feel his skin down there because he still had his pants on, pushing him on my body so his weight could press against my burning body.
Our lips collided again but this time, we were both impatient. The kiss was fast. It was energy and I got drunk on it.
My underwear flew.
His hot tongue on my nipples, his teeth tenderly biting and teasing. I was a moaning mess by the time his tongue traveled down to my coochie. I grabbed onto his hair for sanity as he ate me out like I was his favorite meal.
Lucas’s hands weren’t far from my breasts as his tongue drove me closer to the edge.
“Yes. Yes.” I cried out. “Right there…”
My eyes rolled to the back of my skull and I saw pitch-black darkness as my stomach twitched, sending a wave of pleasure through my body until my body had to let go.
“Let it go for me, Relia.” Lucas’s breath fanned my core, tickling me as the tips of his fingers pressed my left nipple. “Ahh..” I cried and let go, even though my body was drowning in pleasure, Lucas suckled on me the whole time.
As soon as I was done crashing, Lucas’s mouth found mine, swallowing my screams. My shaky legs folded beside his waist and I raised that sensitive part of me, grinding against the bulge in his pants.
For a man who said he wasn’t patient, he was too patient.
Or I was too horny.
As soon as my hands found the zipper of his pants, Lucas grabbed my hand, stopping me, “Easy with that, Relia. You don’t want to poke the-”
“I want it out,” I whined.
“Not now.” Lucas pinned my hands above my head, exposing my breasts even more. “I still have some worshiping to do, goddess.’
I didn’t understand him until he licked my already aching nipples, focusing on my boobs again. I didn’t know I still had it in me but I crashed three times again and yet, Lucas didn’t let out his cock.
All he used was his fingers and his dangerously skilled tongue.
And after coming three times in a row and on the couch that I would never see the same way again, I found myself wanting more and more.
It was at that moment, that the warrior in me kicked him. I flipped Lucas over when he didn’t see it coming, his back hit the couch and I went for what I needed- His massive hard cock.