Chapter 13 Delivery.
Chapter 13.
Delivery.
He guides her to the car, where he covers her with his dry jacket. The silence is deafening; he only focuses on the road, diverting his gaze toward her in sharp moments, while she, hurt, imagining that Carolina surely waits at home, focuses on the road, leaning against the glass, like a soul in pain, feeling an enormous emptiness.
Upon arriving home, his security men approach him with umbrellas. Lucas moves to look for her, carrying her in his arms, he takes her inside the house.
"Secure everything," he orders one of his men, before locking the front door.
Now it's just them. By custom and for safety, the servants stay in a small house away from the mansion, which allows them the privacy of the agonizing moment.
Lucas takes her to the room, accommodating her on the sofa, he looks for something to dry her, while running the tub with warm water to wash away the rain water and release her from her trance.
"And Carolina?" she asks, with her weak, hoarse voice.
"We are alone, I sent her home."
She looks at him in silence for a few seconds, while he strips her of her boots and her stockings, which he leaves aside.
Alicia feels her heart pound strongly. He tries to get up, and she stops him. She takes his hand, and looking at him, she takes it to the edge of her dress, which she slowly lifts, sliding Lucas's hand along the thigh of her leg. Each brush of his skin over hers is something magical.
Alicia gets up from the sofa and positions herself in front of him. With her hands raised, she gives him the signal for him to continue and take off her dress. Seeing that he hesitates for a moment to take that step, she finishes taking it off herself. She stays in her underwear, as if she were in a bikini in front of him, nothing new, and she moves, feeling a slight dizziness, being held by Lucas, who carries her in his arms, taking her to the tub.
While there, he bathes her slowly, wetting her hair, releasing her a little from the toxins she ingested. While she lets herself be pampered by him, who remains outside the tub, until she takes the initiative and approaches, cutting the short distance between them.
"Are you angry?" she asks, stroking his beard that she likes so much.
"A little, I only think about what this night would have been like, if you had exposed yourself more, or simply, what I would have done to that man, if something had happened to you..." She kisses him, leaving a short kiss on his lips, she rests her forehead on his and looks at him weakly.
"Forgive me, I acted impulsively, without thinking about the consequences, it won't happen again."
"Of course not, I'm going to make sure of that. Come, get out of there."
She smiles slightly, approaching a little more. She gets out of the shower, allowing him to wrap her in the towel and carry her out, hoisting her over his shoulder.
"Don't do it again." He spanks her hard on the butt, making her gasp in pain and pleasure; a little giggle escapes her lips, unable to avoid it.
He deposits her on the bed and she approaches, taking off his shirt. She slides her hand over his formed chest, following the line of his "six-pack" on his abdomen, while she looks at him. He, seeing her scanning him with her gaze, takes her by her chin and makes her look at him.
"You must understand something, Alicia: everything I do, I do to protect you. You have no idea what the world is like out there. If they find out about this, they would ruin your life with a public, media scandal, that only distorts things. You must understand that the last thing I want is to hurt you. Our political family would never understand it. No one wanted to take charge of you, and when that authorization from your parents reached me, when I knew that they had strictly left you in my care, I knew that I had to protect you. Everything I do, I do to protect you."
She sheds some tears, with genuine sadness. Tears that he tries to calm. He rests his forehead on hers and she feels him for an instant.
"I don't want you to protect me, if protecting me means losing you. Protect me from the world if you want, but not from you. I love you..." she places her hand on his chest so that he feels the rapid beats of her heart. "I know I was supposed to see you as a family figure, but it's not like that, I want you to be mine, just as I am yours, only yours. Nothing is going to stop this feeling I have for you, I just want to love you."
They both join their lips; the brushing of them, the sensation in their bodies, that electric sensation, the hot breath of both, merges into an exciting passionate kiss. He lets himself be carried away by what she makes him feel and she, finally, feels fully reciprocated.
He begins to kiss her with more intensity, and she doesn't want to let go. Their kisses intensify. He releases the strap of her bra and strips it from her, exposing her pink-nippled breasts to him. They both look at each other for a few seconds, him admiring her body, and he kisses her again. Sliding down her cheek, he reaches her neck, leaving short kisses. The electricity is a magnetism between the two, a simple touch causes an electric shock, which envelops them and makes them gasp with such intensity, that she cannot help but close her eyes to his kisses and licks on her breasts, accompanied by light nips that disarm her.
She gets comfortable on the bed and lets herself be possessed. She is a total beauty that he does not hesitate to travel with his mouth, going down her flat abdomen, until reaching the edge of her underwear, which he slowly lowers. Her eyes open suddenly, attracted by his actions and the pleasure he gives her.
"Oh! Aaahs!"