Chapter 47

Lucas

She glanced behind her back at me, smiling sheepishly. Slowly, she walked back to me, my heart rate doubling in reaction to her proximity. “You romantic fool!” she scolded, laughing at me. “I don't deserve such beautiful words.” She crawled on me, causing me to tremble in anticipation although my body was not strong enough for me to do anything about the erection between my thighs.

“You deserve a lot more than words. I wish I could show you how grateful I am,” I purred when she grazed her teeth along the column of my throat. My life and death was in her soft hands and she was in charge, at least for that night. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I adjusted my legs, offering her my body to entertain herself with.

“Touch me, Miatta. In the name of the Goddess, please touch me. I have wanted you all day and now, I can't do much,” I bemoaned, feeling her warm weight pressing down on me. She smirked, her lips against my cheek and ground down directly on my groin. Letting out a deep