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Lucca

The floor creaks beneath my steps. This entire complex is one dumpster fire away from burning to the ground. To think she’s lived here for six months, all on her own, unprotected. It makes me burn with rage. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach.

While I waited for her to return home, I scoured the entire apartment.

She barely has any food, any clothing, and no cell phone. She’s living a dirt-poor life, and I can’t fucking stand to see her like this.

I take a few calming breaths because my only other option is to stomp into her apartment, toss her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming, and drag her back to where this all started. It seems like a good idea, but giving her space and letting her get used to the idea of me being here seems like a smarter choice.

I’ll be the first to admit, I fucked up six months ago. When I told her I didn’t want a girlfriend, I was afraid. Commitment terrified me. I grew up in foster care. People came and went from my life whenever they felt. That wasn’t the biggest thing for me, though.

Knowing I wasn’t good enough for Claire was the nail in my coffin. She needed a good guy, a stable home, where she didn’t have to worry about any of my enemies.

Where I didn’t have to drag her into the dark with me.

I didn’t know what the fuck to do, but I was serious about figuring something out with her. I couldn’t even give thought to letting her go. I needed her like I needed my next breath.

It was easier for me to tell her I didn’t want a girlfriend and break her heart than risk hurting her by association. I was devastated, pissed, and disappointed in myself when I realized she had left. Tracy and Steven contacted me as soon as they got the message from her telling them she was leaving and how sorry she was.

If it wasn’t for Julian helping me, I most likely never would’ve found her.

I can’t fuck it up this time. I can’t.

I sit on the bed that came with the apartment. The mattress has springs pushing through it, and the walls have peeling wallpaper on them. Every time I look around this place, I’m tempted to put my fist through one of the walls.

Time dwindles away, like grains of sand slipping through my fingers. By now, she has to have cooled off and is probably asleep. I don’t like the idea of her being alone in that apartment.

My control wanes. It’s been six months. Six fucking months without her scent, without her tempting nature and smile. I need her, or at the very least, to be close to her.

But to be near her and not have her in the way I want is like hanging a steak over a lion’s head. He’s going to reach for it, snap and bite at it. He’s going to devour it whole once he gets his hands on it.

Bouncing my leg up and down does nothing to stop the agitation. All that is going to help me is to go to her. I have to get my fill of her. Unable to contain myself another second, I shove off the mattress and walk out of the apartment and into the hall.

I look at the door to her apartment and wonder if she locked the door. Knowing how angry and shocked she was at my appearance, she probably did.

Glancing down the hall both ways, I check if anyone is coming. Not that it would matter. Even if someone passed by, I’d tell them to mind their own fucking business. I fish the paperclip I used earlier from my pocket. Rattling the knob gently, I discover she locked the door. I smile. With a little finesse, I easily unlock the door and slip back inside her apartment.

Her apartment is identical to the one next door, with a kitchen that shares the space of both the living room and dining room. A door on the far right of the apartment leads into a bedroom, while the door closest to it is the bathroom.

The second I stepped into this place, I had it mapped out. Had every inch of the floor plan memorized. Removing my jacket, my boots follow, making for a quieter entrance into her bedroom. I tamp down desire by breathing through my mouth instead of my nose. Her scent is everywhere, surrounding me, suffocating me.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

She smells like strawberries dipped in chocolate. Sinfully sweet and juicy enough to eat.

The door to her bedroom is ajar, so I push it open slowly. I can just barely make out the silhouette of her body from the small slivers of light that stream through the window.

She has nothing but a flimsy curtain blocking the view of any passersby outside. I don’t like that. Not at fucking all. It’s unlikely that anyone from the street could see inside her room, but the apartments across the street could.

I look away from the window and let my eyes scan over her small body that’s curled in the fetal position facing the wall. She’s wearing a pair of panties and a tank top. The sight of her before me has my cock hard. I haven’t touched or thought of another woman but her. I get naked without even thinking about it.

I’m driven by a deeper, more primal instinct with Claire. I want to hold her and caress her, but at the same time, I need to show her how out of control she makes me and how badly I want her. How much I need her.

Naked, I walk over to the bed and kneel on the edge, looking down at a peacefully sleeping Claire. She’s beautiful, so fucking fragile. Really, she is a butterfly. I just have to let her be free because butterflies were not meant to be captured.

The bed creaks beneath my weight, and I worry Claire may wake before I can get in position, but she doesn’t even move. I slip behind her and wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my bare chest. I know how fucked up this is, but I don’t care. Claire is mine, and I am hers.

She needs this just as much as I do, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. She slowly stirs awake, and I slide my other arm beneath her pillow. My fingers drift down the smooth planes of her stomach and sneak beneath the waistband of her panties to splay across her mound.

“Lucca?” Claire’s voice is full of sleep, but it won’t be for long.

“Yes, it’s me,” I groan into the shell of her good ear.

As soon as I acknowledge that it’s me, she squirms in my arms. I tighten my hold on her, clamping a leg over her calf and wrapping a hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze hard, just enough to keep her in place. Her pulse races beneath my fingertips.

A rabbit caught in a trap.

“Don’t.”

“I won’t hurt you,” I promise, knowing that the last time I touched her, I caused her pain. I figure that’s why she is pushing me away now, which is why I’m not expecting what’s comes out of her mouth next.

“I don’t think I can survive losing you again if you do this.” The words are a gentle whisper, and I feel her pain. She’s afraid of losing me again, afraid that I don’t want her, but she does not know how wrong she is.

I smile and move my hand lower, tracing the lips of her pussy. “You have nothing to fear, Claire. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers ever again. I’ve waited six months to touch you, and I can’t wait any longer.”

“Please…”

I’m not sure if she is asking me to keep going or to stop, but I don’t ask. I dip a finger between her folds and rub slow circles against her clit. My cock is harder than steel and presses firmly against her ass. She continues to fight, pressing her hips back against me and clawing at my skin like a crazed animal.

“Lucca… don’t…”

If only she knew how much her struggle turned me on. If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her-depraved, sinister things. I press my nose into a spot right below her ear and inhale deeply. Her scent calms, and I can think clearly once more.

Tonight is about her, about her pleasure, about showing her how I feel.

“Don’t what?” I pant. “Stop?”

Even as she struggles, her folds become wet, and soft little mewls slip past her lips. Her chest rises and falls as her fear becomes pleasure. I work her clit faster, needing her to come like I need air, and the heart in my chest.

“Stop. Don’t stop!” She sinks her nails into my wrist. “I’m close… so close…” The words rush out of her, and I can feel it, feel her body trembling against mine, building up to a breaking point. Pre-cum beads the tip of my cock, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside of her.

“Come for me, Claire…” I squeeze her throat just a little and can feel her hard nipples against my forearm.

Faster and faster, I rub, and then she shatters. She goes off like a rocket, her entire body shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. I tug my hand free of her panties, half tempted to shove my fingers in my mouth and lick her juices off them.

I’m starved for her.

I move to a kneeling position and roll Claire onto her back. She looks up at me with a half-lidded gaze. I’m crazed with need, but I tamp the need down, letting my gaze roam over her perfect body. Vulnerable, soft, a temptation that I cannot deny.

My fingers dip into the hem of her panties, and I drag them down her legs. Claire doesn’t struggle further, probably realizing there is no point. Her legs part, and I can make out the contours of her pussy in the shadows. Fuck. I can’t help myself.

I drop to my stomach, grab her by the hips, and drag her to my mouth.

“Lucca, what are you-” Her words are cut off when I bury my face between her thighs.

I drag my tongue between her wet folds and find the gem hidden inside. She’s already drenched, but I want her to be nothing but a heap of her own juices and my cum once I’m finished. I part her folds and alternate between flicking and sucking her clit.

“Oh god. Oh god.” Her hands make their way into my hair, and I smile against her pussy. Minutes ago, she was trying to push me away. Now she refuses to let me escape.

When her body tenses, I move south and trace the seam of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. In and out my tongue goes, fucking her when I wish it was my cock that was.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Claire cries.

She’s close to coming, but the next time she comes, it will be on my cock. With my eyes fixed on her, I pull away and crawl up her body, kneeling between her legs.

A disapproving whine meets my ears but is cut off when I lift her hips and jut my hips forward to nudge my erection against her entrance.

“This is how I should’ve taken you the first time, and I’m sorry that I didn’t.” I press a kiss to the crown of her forehead, blanket her body with mine, and push inside of her. Our gazes are fixed on one another, mine wild, and hers shocked.

I hurt her before, and I will never do so again.

I pause my movements and drop my head into the crook of her neck, peppering kisses along her collar bone and throat. Fuck, she’s so tight it feels like a vice is wrapped around my cock. A hiss escapes between my gritted teeth, and when I pull back and look into her eyes once more, I find a turbulent amount of emotions there. Then I slide home, moving deeper, feeling our connection grow with every stroke of my cock in her tight channel.

Holding her to my chest, I don’t just fuck her. I do something I’ve never done before. Something I didn’t even know I was capable of. I make love to her.

“So tight and perfect,” I whisper into her good ear.

She lets out a soft sigh, and I up my pace, driving into her harder and faster. The walls of her pussy grip me so hard stars form behind my eyes.

“Lucca,” she rasps, her sharp nails sink into my shoulders.

My control snaps at the sound of my name, it’s pure bliss, and I have to hear her say it again. I piston my hips, the slap of our bodies connecting fill the air, and Claire tips her head back into the pillow, showing off the slender column of her neck.

I can’t help myself. I latch onto her throat, sucking the flesh hard while maintaining the same rhythm and speed.

Higher and higher we go, twisting together, intertwining with each other.

“Tell me… has another man touched you?” I pull out and slam back into her, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. “Touched what’s mine?”

“No.” The word comes out as a scream, and with no warning, she explodes, her walls clenching and spasming around me.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gasps for air like she’s drowning.

Her orgasm drives me forward, and my muscles quake, my balls draw together, and my impending release hangs above my head, waiting to drop.

Fuck, I don’t want this moment between us to end. I peer down into her eyes, hazy with pleasure, and lose myself completely. A few more strokes and my balls ache, my eyes flutter closed, and I hold Claire tighter as a primal roar escapes my throat, and I empty myself deep inside her.

Sweat clings to my skin, and I roll off of her and pull her into my side. Claire nuzzles her head into my chest, and I feel complete. This is right where I belong, right where she belongs, and I was stupid for ever thinking otherwise.

“You’re mine, butterfly,” I whisper into her hair as her soft snores fill the room.