Part 2
Lucas's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her mouth back to his. Their kiss was brutal, hungry—a clash of teeth and tongue, a battle for control neither wanted to win. Elena ground her hips against his, heat building between them, her nails leaving crescent moons in his shoulders.
She broke the kiss, eyes burning. "Tell me what you want, Lucas."
He swallowed, voice rough. "I want to lose myself in you. I want to forget everything but this."
A wicked smile curved her lips. She slid her hand lower, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking slow and firm. Lucas's head fell back, a low groan escaping his throat. Every nerve was on fire, every sense sharpened—the slick slide of her palm, the taste of her tongue, the scent of sex and sweat and longing.
Elena shifted, guiding him inside her with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips. The world narrowed to the heat of her body, the tight, wet grip that made him gasp. She set the pace, riding him with a rhythm that was both punishing and tender, her hands braced on his chest, nails digging in as she chased her own pleasure.
Lucas watched her—head thrown back, lips parted, hair wild around her face. He reached up, cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple until she shuddered. She leaned forward, biting his shoulder, marking him as hers.
The couch rocked beneath them, the air thick with the sounds of their bodies—breathless moans, whispered curses, the slap of skin on skin. Elena's pace grew frantic, her hips grinding down, chasing the edge. Lucas met her thrust for thrust, hands gripping her waist, desperate to hold on as the world splintered around them.
She came first, a cry tearing from her lips, Elena's body clenching around him. The sight, the sound, the feel of her unraveling sent Lucas over the edge, pleasure crashing through him in hot, blinding waves.
They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, the city's light flickering across their tangled limbs. Elena traced the labyrinth on his arm, her touch gentle now, anchoring him in the aftermath.
He pulled her close, burying his face in her neck, breathing her in. For a moment, the darkness receded, replaced by the steady rhythm of their hearts—wild, alive, unafraid.
To be continued...