Chapter Fifty-six

“Lukas?” Claire gasped out, placing her hands palms down on Lukas’ chest but she made no move to push him away.
He had an arm wrapped around her middle, pulling her flush against him while his other hand gently cupped her face.
There was nothing gentle about the way he ravenously stared at her though, it reminded her unerringly of the night of and morning after their engagement ball. Lukas always handled her so gently, right before giving her so much pleasure that she passed out from it.
Lukas closed the distance between their faces, heat making his eyes darken. “Don’t pick up.” He murmured, his voice raspy.
Claire blinked, her thoughts too muddled by Lukas’ actions to make sense of what he was saying. *‘Don’t pick up-’* Oh, he was talking about her ringing phone... *‘Was… Was Lukas jealous?’*
Lukas took his hand away from her face to reach behind her and in the next moment, she was being guided into the room. Claire had her back to the room but Lukas carefully guided her in, closing the door behind them.
Claire should probably stop this here, she wasn’t sure she could handle waking up and not seeing Lukas again after they had sex but she didn’t push him away.
She couldn’t push him away, she wanted him to touch every inch of her heated skin, she wanted his mouth on her, claiming her lips and placing his mark on every visible stretch of skin.
It was no fault of hers, the electricity she shared with Lukas was like a tidal wave, there was no fighting it. It washed powerfully over them, making them desperate for each other.
Claire met Lukas halfway when he leaned down to claim her lips. They were just at the edge of the large bed, all they needed was a little push and they would both be tangled up with each other in the sheets.
Lukas’ hands made quick work of her minidress, Claire must have dropped her purse right outside the door the moment Lukas put his hands on her. Funny, she couldn’t remember letting go of the purse, she hoped her phone would be okay. He left her in her underwear, her sandal heels still wrapped delicately around her feet.
Claire let herself be pulled against Lukas who was still fully dressed in his black dress shirt and suit pants, something about their current positions made her blood sizzle.
She placed her hands around Lukas’ neck to provide herself balance, the height her heels gave her making this easy to do. A soft sound of pleasure slipped past her lips, Lukas drinking it down as he tasted the warm, velvety softness of her mouth.
Claire let out soft gasps and moans when Lukas trailed his hands down the length of her body, his fingers leaving a burning trail behind. He fingers trailed over the edges of her lace underwear, avoiding the spots where she really want to be touched, it was maddening.
Her voice could finally be heard when Lukas broke away from their kiss in favor of kissing down the column of her neck. Claire’s knees buckled when Lukas got to that one bite mark on her neck that had taken her longer to heal than her other hickeys, the bruise fading to an odd but pretty sliver scar.
Her curiosity about it had been piqued again when that tramp Alina had mentioned it. *‘What had she referred to it as? A mark?’* She would have to ask someone about it, maybe Senite would have some answers-
She was pulled out of her thoughts by Lukas biting down on the silver scar, she cried out from the pleasure that ripped through her, Lukas having to do all of the work of keeping her on her feet.
Lukas gently lowered her down on the bed, taking off his dress shirt before joining her. Claire regained enough of her strength to sit up and take off her shoes, it would be uncomfortable if it were to catch against the sheets.
While they both undressed, they were lock in a heated staredown. Claire could feel the mark on her neck heat up the longer she held Lukas’ burning gaze. The heat spread to the rest of her body, making the lace underwear uncomfortable on her hypersensitive skin, she wanted it off.
Lukas seemed to be able to read her mind because as soon as he joined her on the bed, he took off her bra with a single hand, hungrily going for her pebbled nipples.
Claire buried her hand in Lukas’ hair, urging him on by arching her back and moaning his name. She could already feel the wetness pooling between her legs, she was like sensitive putty in Lukas’ hands.
He took his time lavishing kisses over every inch of her skin, it was almost like he was trying to send a message because every inch of her neck was covered in hickies.
While this must be very fun for Lukas, Claire was slowly going crazy from the foreplay. It was a little too much, her skin was too sensitive from Lukas’ ministrations, she couldn’t take it anymore.
She buried her hands in his hair again but not to keep him where he was but rather to pull him away from her nipples. Her spit slicked nipples were so raw that it felt like her nerve ends had been pulled to the surface, it made tears gather in her eyes.
“L-Lukas, please.” She begged with a quiver in her voice. She was so aroused that there was a steady pulsing in between her thighs, she needed Lukas inside of her right now.
Lukas could see the want in her heavy lidded teary stare and he didn’t hesitate to give her what she begged so sweetly for.
He swept his hands down her sides, taking off her panties. His heart thumped so heart that it nearly jumped out of his mouth when Claire bared herself to him, inviting him with lust filled eyes.
That was enough of an invitation, Lukas pressed a gentle kiss against CLaire’s lips. It was supposed to be brief, a short sweet kiss but somehow he got pulled into the intoxicating exquisitness of Claire’s mouth, his body slotting perfectly against hers like they were made for each other.
Claire threw her head back on a cry of Lukas name when he pushed into her in one smooth move. She was literally dripping wet, so much so that she was certain that she had made a mess on the bed so the slide was easy.
She wrapped her slender legs around Lukas’ bare waist, gasping when he repeated his actions by pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back in. By the third stroke, Claire was orgasming around Lukas’ length, holding on tight to him as he fucked her through her orgasm.