We kissed all the way to the hotel he was staying in, and I cherished every moment his lips were on mine.
The hotel was one of the luxury ones and his suite was enormous, though I didn't get to see much because he carried me bridal style and took me into the bedroom. I saw the bed in the middle of the room and tensed up. However, he didn't take me to the bed. Instead, he tossed me onto a couch near the entrance and began unbuttoning his shirt. I quickly got rid of my dress and shoes, thanking Camilia in my head for buying me a pair of black lace lingerie and convincing me to wear it that night. I looked at him as he threw his shirt on the floor, and fell back onto the soft furniture, arching my back- just like I'd seen in a movie. It looked so sensual that I had wanted to try it ever since. He groaned as he knelt, pressing soft kisses to my stomach. One hand gripped my ass while the other played with my breasts. I had never felt anything like that before. Everything about him set my body on fire, and the smirk on his lips confirmed that he knew that too. "Arch your back like that again, and I will fuck you like a bitch," he warned, and a new, tingling sensation spread throughout my stomach. The dark tone of his voice made my heart race. I liked how commanding he sounded. I almost arched my back to test his words, but the fear of it being my first time stopped me. I'd heard horror stories about the first time being painful if not done right. He claimed my lips again, continuing to play with my ass. His other hand was now busy trying to get rid of my bra. I tried to help, but he pushed my hands away and inserted his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he squeezed my cheek and then climbed on top of me completely. "Go ahead, little wolf, move your hips," he ordered, and I felt my legs shake. I complied without hesitation, rocking my hips back and forth. “Ah, you are already wet for me?” I let out a shaky breath as I moved against him, breathing heavily, trying not to think about what I just did. I had no idea what I was doing or if I was doing it right, but I hoped he would let me know if I did it wrong. I slowed down when he started kissing my neck and I had to grab on his shoulder to keep moving my hips. "Fuck!" he moaned, yanking off my bra. He took a shaky breath too before capturing my left earlobe with his lips, twirling it with his tongue. I moaned when he bit my earlobe, arching my back, though his weight on top of me kept me from moving much. His grip on my ass tightened, and I let out a louder moan when he pinched my right nipple between his thumb and index finger. He seemed pleased with my reaction because I heard him chuckle, and felt his erection on my thighs. After that, he moved back to my lips and kissed me roughly while unbuckling his belt. I gulped and watched him get rid of his pants. I let my hands roam over his back, trying to pull him even closer. My body ached for him and the warmth of his body. His hand left my ass after a farewell squeeze, and he looked into my eyes. Unable to keep the eye contact for long, I looked away. "Do you want me to stop here?" he asked sincerely. I shook my head, taking a deep breath. He smirked devilishly before shoving his face between my breasts and pressing them from both the sides. My heart stopped for a moment when he let go of my breasts and his fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. He licked my cleavage before moving down, leaving a trail of kisses along my torso. I groaned and moaned, my eyes shut, both hands tangled in his hair. He gripped the waistband of my panties and ripped them off when he couldn't pull them down all the way. "I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow," he said before diving down at me. "Ah, you are already leaking." "Lucas!" I moaned his name, involuntarily arching my back and pressing my thighs against his face. He grabbed my thighs and had my legs thrown over his shoulders. He kissed and licked the slit before slipping his tongue inside my vagina, slowly, without using his hands. I trembled and groaned as he kept pushing his tongue in and out. I had no control over my mouth as I kept repeating his name. Whatever he was doing felt good, so I pushed my hips against his mouth, urging him to go faster. "Please!" I begged between moans. "Please what, little wolf?" he asked, licking my clit, causing my whole body to shiver. "Faster! Please move faster," I begged again, shamelessly. I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. For all I knew, I wasn't that type of girl. I couldn't be that type of girl, because then it meant I had been lying to myself. However, it became obvious to me that night what I was and what I liked. I was forced out of my thoughts when his tongue found its way back to my clit. "Lucas, I think I'm going to..." I trailed off when I felt the muscles in my body relax. I didn't know I would be cumming this fast and just from him licking. "Fuck! Sorry! I didn't mean to, I didn't know..." "It's okay," Lucas laughed, wiping his lips clean with the back of his hand. "I know it's your first time. Don't worry about anything, and truthfully it's a compliment of how great I am with my tongue. "Now?" I asked, when he was done licking me clean. I wasn't sure of what he wanted next. "Now, lick my fingers," he said, shoving his index and middle fingers into my mouth. Before I could react, he slipped those fingers inside me, sending my head into the clouds. I forgot to breathe as he rubbed his fingers against the wall of my vagina. I closed my eyes and waited for the sting to fade away, and when it did I arched higher, throwing my head back, my toes curling in pleasure. Using his free hand, he pushed me back onto the bed. He started spreading his fingers inside, rubbing my insides in a rhythmic pattern. "Now, relax and let me show you the best time of your life," Lucas said, pulling his fingers out. I had my eyes closed the whole time, and when I opened them, I saw him pumping himself. I freaked out when I saw the size of his dick.It had been more than a year since Caspian confessed his feelings to me, and life was finally finding a sense of normalcy. Derek was safe, though he remained permanently in hiding. The Salvatores had not only survived the disaster but had emerged stronger than before. The PR team had worked wonders in reshaping their image, and those who had attempted to bring them down for their own gain were now behind bars. The money laundering case was no longer casting shadows over their name, it was a thing of the past. The FBI cleared their name from any involvement in the money laundering—the world saw them as victims of their dad's actions. The business was doing good; Caspian joined the company, while on the other side, our relationship got pretty strong. We found a balance that allowed us to grow separately as well, because I moved into an apartment with my mom, helping her build a new life for herself. Meanwhile, Caspian remained at the mansion with his brothers. They asked me to stay,
I was always good at fixing things, maybe because I was broken from the inside and knew I couldn't be fixed. I became a lawyer to help my family, to help my brothers. I thought if I knew the ways of law and legal system, I could use it to my advantage, to protect them in any way needed. Yet, it had been more than a month and I was still fighting a battle with no end in sight. I gave up on too many things in my life, thinking I never deserved them. There was always a reason to hold myself back from being truly happy, about something or with someone. There were these little voices in my head that would make me question everything. For years, they had been silent, but ever since I learned the truth about Dad's involvement in the money laundering, they came back. ‘How could you let yourself be happy when your brothers are in trouble?’‘How could you be that selfish?’I couldn't rub my love for Kat on my brothers' faces, especially when most of them wanted her, too. It was not fair to
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