My Most Precious One(92)

“Do you regret this?” He said in a pained manner that pulled at my heart.

“No” I said meekly “I’m pissed Lukas. Why did I have to lose my job because of this? Why couldn’t they just leave me alone?” He watched me closely.

“I’ll take care of it I promise.” He said softly.

“I don’t want you to take care of this. I want them to leave me alone. Why threaten to go to the cops? Why say that they’d come back and see if I was still working there? Why bother with me at all?”

He pulled me into his embrace. His arms acted like a soothing blanket. I cried my eyes out, angry that I was humiliated, sad that I somehow lost my independence. Fuck was all he muttered.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me into bed. I winced, my tat was still raw.

“What’s wrong?” He held his hands up wondering if he hurt me.

“Nothing, just a cramp.” I lied again, I was on a roll.

“Cramp my ass you touched your side.” Before I could do anything he yanked my shirt up.

His breath hitched “Alexia.” His eyes darted back and forth to me and my tat. I could feel his thumb gently graze over it.

I flinched. “Careful.”

“Baby you did this for me?” He wondered his eyes glazed over.

“Lukas I did this for me I can’t show you my heart but I could show you the mark you have left on me.” He lowered himself down slowly and gently kissed the Greek letters.

“Take off your shirt.” He whispered as he took my yoga pants off, letting his fingers graze the outside of my legs. He knelt on my bed and pulled off his white t-shirt. I could see him playing with his belt and fumble with his pants. I smiled at seeing him not be so perfect.

It was the afternoon and there was still light out. My room filled up with a quiet orange glow, a calm scene began to unfold around us. He looked at me as he caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers. He positioned his length along my pussy and held himself there for a mere moment. His eyes a liquid clear blue, softened my core, as he tenderly eased himself into me, he took my hand and placed it over his heart. I could feel his heart beating.

“I love you” he said adoringly as he moved inside me. His every thrust was affectionate and loving, slow and deliberate. The intensity of the moment we were sharing only heightened my climax I could feel it barreling down. He kissed my neck as he lowered his body onto mine and held me. He moved inside me, gliding through my wetness. He pulled back and kissed me on my lips, his stare alone made me cum, I withered underneath him. He kept kissing my neck and my collarbone, coaxing my orgasm to come harder. He gritted his teeth and grunted my name as he continued with his shallow thrusts until he could no longer move.

“I love you baby, so fucken much.” He held me the rest of the night, playing with my hair and trying his hardest to reassure me. I fell asleep in his warm embrace ready for what tomorrow had in store for me.

I could hear Lucas yelling, even though words were muffled I could still hear him, I moved from my bed and saw him flaring his arms outside on my small veranda. I waited till he was done. He turned and opened the door and smiled

“You look good wearing my t-shirt.” I looked down and pulling at the hem.

“It’s too big, but I like it.”

He laughed “Come here.” He held his arms wide. I ran towards him jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. I grabbed his shoulders and he palmed my butt, carrying me to the couch where he sat us down.

Still straddling him he asked. “So what does my baby girl want to do today?” I smiled as he looked me over caressing my face.

“Well I guess I should look for a job and I need to get my books for my last semester.”

He furrowed his eyebrows “Last semester in fall?”

I shrugged “I took time off to work.”

He shook his head “Only you. Come on, let’s have breakfast and tomorrow we’ll go and get your books.” He lifted me up and carried me to my room.

“Lukas I don’t have the money to pay for them, plus I need to pay my lease.” He placed me on my bed and kissed the top of my forehead.

“Don’t get mad.” He smirked.

“When you start with a sentence like that how can I not get mad?” I brooded.

“I paid the lease already.” He said warily of my response.

“What do you mean you paid the lease?” I breathed.

“Well you have six months left and I paid for it. To be honest I rather you move out and stay with me at my penthouse in the old port but I’m not going to push you. You have wings and I don’t intend to rip them off.” He said nonchalantly.