Emily gasped as he tore the delicate fabric of her thong away. Her head fell back, exposing the pale column of her throat as Lucas' fingers slid inside her. Pleasure coursed through her body, igniting every nerve ending.
"You feel so good, baby girl," Lucas growled in her ear, his hot breath fanning across her skin.
Emily's hips rocked against his hand instinctively. Her mind reeled, overwhelmed by sensation. This was reckless, desperate. But after the betrayal and heartbreak, she craved this raw connection.
"Please," she whimpered, not even sure what she was begging for. More? Less? To forget? To feel?
Lucas curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made her cry out. "That's it, let go for me," he urged.
Emily clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into taut muscle. The coarse hair on his chest scraped her sensitive skin as he leaned in closer.
"Fuck," she hissed through clenched teeth. Heat coiled low in her belly, building to a crescendo.
Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as the first waves of orgasm washed over her. Emily's back arched, pushing her breasts against Lucas' chest as she shuddered and moaned.
Emily's body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Lucas captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her whimpers and moans. His fingers worked inside her, drawing out every last tremor.
"Fuck," she gasped against his mouth. Her legs trembled, muscles clenching around his fingers.
Lucas slowly withdrew his hand, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. His eyes locked onto hers as he sucked them clean, savouring her taste.
Emily's breath caught in her throat. "You're killing me," she murmured.
He smirked. "Oh, I'm just getting started, baby girl."
Lucas trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone. His stubble scraped deliciously against her sensitive skin. Emily arched into him, craving more contact.
As he moved lower, worshiping her breasts with his tongue, Emily's mind raced. What the hell am I doing? But the pleasure coursing through her body drowned out any doubts.
Lucas kissed a path down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs. He settled between her legs, his breath hot against her core.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he growled.
Emily's hips bucked involuntarily. "Please," she whimpered.
Without warning, Lucas dove in, his tongue exploring every inch of her. Emily cried out, fisting her hands in his hair.
"Oh god, don't stop," she moaned.
Lucas devoured her like a man starved, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and sucking on her clit. His fingers joined the onslaught, curling inside her to hit that perfect spot.
Emily's world narrowed to the sensations he was creating. She was vaguely aware of the sounds spilling from her lips - breathy moans and half-formed pleas.
As the pressure built, Emily's thighs began to shake. Lucas doubled his efforts, working her toward the edge with single-minded focus.
"I'm gonna-" Emily gasped.
Lucas hummed against her. "Come for me, baby girl. Let go."
The vibrations of his voice sent her spiraling over the edge. Emily's back arched as pleasure exploded through her body. Lucas didn't let up, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering, oversensitive mess.
Emily felt his strong hands gripping her backside, pulling her flush against his muscled body. Her breath caught as their eyes locked, his gaze smoldering with desire.
Lucas' voice was low and husky. "Where's your bedroom, baby girl?"
Emily's heart raced. She hesitated for a split second, her mind flashing to Ryan's betrayal. But Lucas' touch ignited something primal within her. To hell with Ryan.
She pointed down the hall. "That way, daddy," she purred, surprising herself with how natural the word felt on her tongue.
Lucas growled approvingly, lifting her effortlessly. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck.
'Fuck, this is really happening,' she thought, a thrill of excitement coursing through her.
The bedroom door banged open as Lucas kicked it, not breaking stride. He tossed her onto the bed, quickly shedding his remaining clothes before covering her body with his own.
"You sure about this?" he murmured against her skin.
Emily nodded fervently. "God yes," she breathed. "I need this. I need you."
She pulled him down for a searing kiss, giving herself over to raw passion and pushing all thoughts of Ryan firmly from her mind.
Emily fumbled for the condom in her bedside drawer, her fingers trembling slightly as she tore open the foil packet. Lucas' considerable length twitched in anticipation as she rolled the latex down his shaft.
"Ready for me, baby girl?" he growled, his calloused hands gripping her hips.
Before she could respond, he thrust inside her in one fluid motion, filling her completely. Emily cried out, her back arching off the bed as pleasure and pain mingled.
"Fuck," she gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Lucas set a punishing pace, driving into her relentlessly. Emily's thoughts scattered, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. "That's it, take it all," Lucas grunted, his hips snapping against hers.
Emily moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. "Harder," she demanded breathlessly.
Emily's world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation as Lucas drove into her relentlessly. His hot breath tickled her ear as he growled, "Anything for you, baby girl."
The pace he set was punishing, almost painful in its intensity. Emily's nails raked down his back as she fought to anchor herself against the onslaught of pleasure.
"Oh," she gasped. "Don't stop."
Her head fell back against the pillow, exposing the elegant column of her throat. Lucas took full advantage, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
Emily's mind reeled. This was so far from the tepid lovemaking she'd endured with Ryan. This was raw, primal - exactly what she needed to banish the memory of her ex-fiancé's betrayal.
"That's it, take it all," Lucas grunted, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. "You feel so good wrapped around me."
"Harder," Emily demanded, her inhibitions obliterated by lust and tequila. "Make me forget everything but you, daddy."
Lucas growled his approval, hitching her legs higher around his waist to drive even deeper. The new angle had Emily seeing stars, coherent thought scattering like seafoam on Seabridge's rocky shore.
Emily's body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Lucas!" she screamed, her voice raw and primal. Every nerve ending lit up as her inner walls clenched and pulsed around him.
Lucas growled, his rhythm faltering as her orgasm pulled him over the edge with her. "Fuck, Emily," he grunted, burying himself deep inside her one final time.
She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as they rode out the aftershocks together. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears.
As the fog of pleasure slowly lifted, Emily became aware of the warm weight of Lucas' body pressed against hers, his breath hot on her neck. She let out a shaky laugh.
"Bloody hell," she murmured. "That was..."
"Intense," Lucas finished, his voice rough. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Emily nodded, still catching her breath. Her body hummed with residual pleasure, muscles deliciously sore. She wondered briefly what Sophia would say when she told her about this encounter. Probably congratulate her on the excellent rebound shag.
"You alright there, baby girl?" Lucas asked, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face.
"Never better," Emily replied with a grin. She stretched languidly beneath him, relishing the feeling of their bodies still connected. "Though I might need a minute before round two."
Lucas chuckled, a deep rumble she felt through his chest.