C20 A Cry Of Desire

Those two words made his heart accelerate because it was a combination of frustration and something more, something intense.

Lucas lifted Sophia off the couch in a swift motion and placed her on his strong lap such that she was facing him.

He wasted no time devouring her mouth, licking and sucking away at her succulent lips, like a child getting hold of candy after a stretch.

Between them, there was an electric charge from everything that was not spoken.

As the warmth of his lips sank in, Sophia melted against him the more.

The world appeared to whirl, but she was anchored by her hands moving from his chest to gripping the back of his head, inching closer and closer to him.

Lucas's sensuous lips continued to move over hers, slowly at first, then more urgently. Soon, it became savage and hot, overwhelming and completely consuming, after the initial moment.

They were both gasping for air softly when they finally parted. Lucas's hands dropped from her face to hover about her waist, his forehead touching hers.

“Sophia,” he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse.

But she wasn't listening, busy fondling with the buttons of his shirt. Lucas could feel her slender body curving into him the more. She was trembling, shivering, angling closer with every breath she took, and he knew suddenly that she was as turned on as he.

It was enough to make him break out in cold sweat as he could feel his now engorged dick pressing against the fabric of his pants.

Unfolding like a sweet dream, the night progressed, with every touch and kiss a revelation, drawing them both beyond limits. Lucas was surprisingly tender, his usual guarded demeanor was replaced by an openness that left Sophia breathless.

He framed her face with his hands and he dropped hungry little kisses on her cheeks and her chin, on her nose and her eyelids.

She had imagined quite a few times what it would be like if Lucas made love to her. She wanted him to be everything she had dreamed he would be. Her hero. He didn't disappoint. Not tonight.

His whole body was one hard line of desire as he shrugged out of his shirt and reached for her lingerie. “Let me do—-” Sophia tried to interrupt him but he batted her hands away.

“I want to do it myself,” Lucas murmured, his husky tone heavy with desire.

And then, he removed the thin straps of fabric, making it form a pool around her waist. Sophia's mouth went dry.

Savagely, recklessly, he tore away her lacy brazier and disposed of it, running his palm over her full, perky boobs. They were just round and full enough to fill his palm over, with pinky, inviting buds on each of them.

Sophia shivered as he covered her hot, fevered flesh with his mouth and his hand, cupping her boobs, teasing her briefly, leaving her trembling in need.

Soon, she could feel him everywhere and the pleasure was exquisite. She threw her head back and stifled a moan.

His fingers and his lips stroked and caressed her, they flickered sparks over her shoulders, along the column of her throat, across the top of her breasts.

But no farther, and she became restless with need. With desire so great that she realized she had been starving…..sex starved. She had thrown herself into her craft, making a living, with very little time to socialize, much less meet new people.

She tried to wriggle closer the more, to reach for him but he held her back, still taking his time, charting his course.

Suddenly, she felt herself lifted off the couch along with him in a gentle yet firm grasp. Lucas scooped her up, her body nestling into his, his arms wrapped around her waist, securing his hold.

Sophia's arm naturally went around his neck, her face thickened with blush, and just a few inches from his.

Lucas adjusted his grip ensuring Sophia's comfort as he navigated the hallway to the master's bedroom.

Getting to the modest bedroom, instead of laying her gently as one would expect, he smiled mischievously and threw her playfully across the soft mattress.

Sophia couldn't help but let out a loud giggle. But Lucas didn't let that last long either. “Be quiet,” he said, leaning over and nipping at her lower lip again, wrestling her around until she was completely underneath him.

His long and rigid dick brushed her thigh, and she angled closer, wanting the feel of him under her fingers. But he caught both her hands in one of his, twisting them up out of the way. “Lucas……plea….se.” she moaned, getting impatient and desperate to get to the height of the moment.

But Lucas was in no hurry; he wanted to feel every part of her curvy body before plunging into her with such passionate force that she wouldn't know what hit her.

With one hand still restraining her two hands above her head, he snuggled his hot mouth on her nipples, sucking away sensuously while his other hand slid through her stomach to her core, in between her thighs, fingering and teasing her mercilessly until she forcefully detached her lips from his and cried out with pure pleasure….a cry of desire. She wiggled beneath him, making incoherent noises, moaning loudly to the delight of Lucas.

Finally, at the exact moment Sophia thought she would pass out from pleasure, his hands braced her hips, and with one slick thrust, he slipped inside her. Sleek, golden, liquid, he felt impossibly, devastatingly good.

She met each stroke, wanting more of him, taking all he had to give. Swifter, farther, higher, deeper until they both found their peak, climaxing in waves and waves of bliss, and panting like they'd run a marathon thereafter. Well, in a way, they did.

Laying tangled together in the aftermath, with the city lights casting soft shadows across the room, Sophia felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

She turned her head to look at Lucas, his face relaxed in a way she’d never seen before. “Lucas,” she said softly, “Is this it?”

He opened his eyes, his gaze steady on hers. “Of course not, we're just getting started. Don’t regret it yet.” He teased her.

She smiled shyly, nodding, though the weight of what they’d done settled heavily on her chest. There was no going back now, and the consequences of their night together would follow them.

But for now, in the quiet stillness of the room, they let the world outside fade away.

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Across the city, Damien Cross sat in his office, staring at a photo of Lucas and Sophia at the recent art auction. His jaw tightened.

The woman was breathtaking, he could see why Lucas fell for her so easily. The question was, was there another motive?

He knew Lucas, after all, the intelligent prick who appeared in his college out of nowhere and displaced him of his position as number one (best student) in the whole city.

What's worse, Lucas became the best student in the state, just after a semester. All the girls in the school were after him, including Damien's love interest, Camille.

It was bad enough that Damien was facing problems with his father at home because he was no longer the best student, the son of a bitch had to go after Camille. He would make sure to bring that son of a bitch down, no matter how long it took him.

For Camille, for himself.

"Enjoy your little love story while it lasts, Lucas," he muttered. "Because I’m about to rewrite the ending."