Relentless (Starcrossed Lovers Trilogy #3) - Jade West Page 0,28
was another thing I loved about Lucian. I loved how hard his cock was for me constantly. It made me feel like the most attractive woman alive. Even now, after grabbing sleep after a crazy, crazy few days, his body was still seeking out mine.
And it was crazy instinct as I ached for his body, lifting his sweater off over his head for him.
It didn’t take him long to get naked.
Didn’t take him long to pull me into bed and under the covers with him, still being so tender around my bandage that he was like a saint, even through his dark eyes.
And it didn’t take me long to grab hold of his cock and squeeze it hard.
“I love what a horny little bitch you’re turning out to be, Elaine,” he said, and his face was illuminated just enough by the glow from the window that I could see his smile.
“So treat me like one,” I whined. “Make me your horny little bitch.”
“Oh, I will be treating you like one,” he told me. “Don’t you worry about that, little girl. I’ll be making you my horny little bitch so much you’ll barely be able to take it, just as soon as we get you nice and healed.”
The pause was magic. Our eyes meeting in that stillness that only the early hours of the morning can give you.
He took my hand from his cock and wrapped it around him, his voice was so deep and pure when it came, when he hugged me.
“Luckily right now, sweetheart, I’m enjoying this too much to move.”
That gave me a weird little pang in my chest. Something like a tickle, because it felt so nice. To be wanted by someone so much that they just wanted to have their bare body next to yours and savor that moment was so weird I never thought I’d feel it. I never thought I’d be good enough.
I reached up and took his face in my hands, just touching his cheeks, feeling him right back.
An I love you just wouldn’t have cut it right then. Even those three magic words just wouldn’t be enough.
Neither of us said anything, just lay there together, holding, breathing. I felt so secure. Protected by the monster.
It was me who broke the silence.
“I can’t believe you gave up being Lucian Morelli for me. It’s just… crazy.”
“I’d happily give up anything for you,” he told me, and his voice was so sincere. “You’re worth everything I could ever give.”
“Clearly, since you’d die for being here.” I gave a little laugh. “Hopefully people won’t hunt down Jason and Penelope and we’ll manage to live a sweet little life in the UK.”
He kissed my forehead before he rolled away. I had to blink as he flicked on the bedside lamp, eyes shocked at the light.
His face was so serious when I managed to focus on him, his stare firm on mine. I could almost hear his brain ticking. I could see his mind at work behind his eyes.
“This is the thing though, baby,” he said. “Do we really want a sweet little life? Do we? Do we want to spend our life glancing over our shoulders worrying people are going to catch up with us and wipe us off the fucking planet every damn day?”
I shrugged. “What choice do we have? We could try to make it great, like Kington Peak. We could get a little place somewhere, where nobody would ever know who we are. It could be okay. I do like gardening, you know?”
He didn’t laugh along with me. His brain was still ticking.
“The choice we have, is that we don’t fucking take it. We make it work however we want to make it work. We be whoever we want to be.”
“I don’t think we can be Lucian and Elaine anytime soon.”
I was laughing. He wasn’t.
He wasn’t laughing at all.
“But what if we were?”
It stopped me laughing in a heartbeat.
My face must have looked puzzled. “But we can’t be. Ever. People would come for us. They hate us already.”
“They’re going to come for us regardless,” he said. “Lucian and Elaine, Jason and Penelope, Evan and fucking Matilda, it doesn’t matter. They’re coming for us.”
His words were bristling with fire. With fight. With the kind of strength that people always associate with a beast like Lucian Morelli.
“So, what do we do?” I asked him.
My heart was racing, only it wasn’t fear it was racing with, it was something else. Respect and awe. Because that’s the master