I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.
When I came down, panting and shaking, he kissed me—softer this time, but still just as hungry.
"You taste as good as I'd imagined that you would," he murmured, licking the sweat from my neck. "And I've been starving for you for a long time."
Then he was undoing his pants, freeing himself. He was already hard—achingly so—and I couldn't look away.
My lips parted as he gripped himself, brushing his head against my slick entrance.
"Athena?" he asked hoarsely. "I want you to belong to me."
"You?" I echoed, a defiant fire in my chest. "You want me to belong to you?"
His eyes met mine. "Yes. I really want you to."
He slid in slow and deep, inch by inch, until I was filled to the brim, stretched around him perfectly.
My back arched, nails digging into his arms. "Gods—Lucas—"
He started to move, hard and steady, every stroke pulling moans from my throat I couldn't stop if I tried.
"You fit me like you were made for me," he growled.
