Chapter 8

Lydia’s POV

The mattress dipped under our weight as he settled himself over me.

His arousal poked my belly.

Nothing like the dildo I had at home… it had been the only thing that had satisfied me since I had been bound to that man.

The one I called husband.

"Arghhhh," I moaned.

His lips and tongue swiftly started to minister to every part of my body.

He touched me like glass as though he was scared I’d break.

His fingers roamed my body…my breasts, my hips, my thighs so tenderly.

Exploring my body like he wanted to learn every curve there was to it.

Sounds I never thought I was capable of producing escaped my lips in whispers… and those moans drove him crazy.

His mouth went down my collarbone and ended at the mounds in my chest.

He took a nipple in his lips and pleasure clouded my senses.

I fisted the sheets below.

"Mmmmm..."

Hie teeth softly tightened around it.

I could feel my wetness slowly drop down my pussy.

His hands found my other breasts.

My eyes fell half shut.

"Hmmmm," I purred as his tongue was trailing across my chest and lower, to my core.

I was still as his hands spread my legs wider to look down at my soaked pussy.

He looked up at me then.

Those his stormy gray eyes held mine without any form of judgment. The only thing I could see was just hunger and something rather soft beneath.

And then, he was dipping, his tongue landed over my clitoris, moving about in a circular motion.

A soft sound instantly slipped out of my throat before I could even stop it.

Goosebumps rose on my skin.

It took everything in me to not instantly spiral out of control at the delight.

I arched up into him.

He took his time after that to tease me tenderly with his lips and fingers.

Until my legs shook.

My first climax came right after with a soft broken cry escaping my lips.

"Ahhhhh, fuckkkk."

My body writhed underneath him.

He held me, whispering sweet nothings into my ears as I reached fulfilment.

But it was not enough.

I needed him.

I wanted him deep inside of me.

I reached for him.

"Please," I managed to let out as my hands searched for his hardness.

There was a moment of silence as he stared at him, his eyes matching my desire then our mouths met again.

The kiss was deeper this time, almost searing.

Then, he went for protection.

I watched him slip it over his hard seven inches, causing my mouth to water.

He was making me wait.

When he was done, he positioned himself on his knees, his heavy cock resting in his palms.

I swallowed as he rubbed the head over my pussy.

Heat coiled tight in my belly.

"Just fuck me already," I snapped in frustration.

I heard him chuckle.

My mouth flew open, to shun him but all my larynx produced was a gasp as he pushed himself into my pussy.

One long thrust.

Pleasure wrapped around every inch of me as my pussy wrapped around him.

Clenching.

He had filled me and without giving me time to adjust as he began to thrust.

My wetness coated his dick, pussy queefing with each deep thrust he delivered.

"Oh."

My breathing quickened.

He leaned in close to take my nipple into his mouth as he pounded into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders.

"Faster," I whispered.

He yielded without a word.

Moans and grunts alongside the sound of his wet balls slapping against the entrance of my core filled the entire room.

My eyes rolled back into my skull.

"Yes, right there," was the only thing I could say as he hit my g-spot repeatedly.

My climax started to build.

He took my lips in a kiss, hands gripping my thighs as he delivered faster thrusts.

My body burned with need.

"I'm so close," I whispered just before he took me right over the damn edge.

The orgasm hit hard.

I cried out his name and held on tightly even while everything became white.

My pussy clenched tightly around his cock which kept moving inside of me. I saw the stars as the orgasmic waves washed over me in billows.

"Arghhhhh," he grunted as he came too, his seeds filling the latex condom.

He collapsed against me.

When he finally caught his breath, he rolled off to my side with a small grunt.

I stared at the ceiling.

"That was an amazing," I muttered with a satisfied smile.

He chuckled.

"Do you want a repeat?" He asked.

My mistake was saying yes.

He drew me into his arms and kissed me again, initiating another session.

And he ended up putting me in three different positions for the next two hours.

The backstrokes were the most memorable because I had come so hard. My body had writhed underneath his as he rode me without an iota of mercy.

His strokes had become swift as I orgasmed, crying out his name.

He didn't stop, not till my body fell apart.

Afterward we stayed wrapped around each other till the sweat on our skin dried.

The sound of his heartbeat was the only thing I could hear in the tight embrace.

I rested my cheek on his chest and listened to it slowly, completely sated.

For once my mind was quiet.

No voices screamed in my head.

It was just us.

Just this moment.

The rest of the night blurred together in heated kisses and mind blowing orgasms.

Lucas touched me like I was something precious and fucked me like a slut.

A treatment I deeply craved.

And I was able to let myself forget everything else from before.

I forgot Adrian.

Forgot the Darnells.

Forget the pain of betrayal.

Forgot my own death.

I must have drifted off into a deep sleep some time after my ninth orgasm.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was morning, the light slipping in.

Lucas was lying beside me with one of his arms fully covering his eyes.

His breathing was deep and for some reason, he looked so peaceful.

I watched him a minute longer.

Then I climbed out of bed with my head pounding as a result of last night drinking.

It was a decision I could never regret.

Last night had given me something that I had longed for a long time.

A reminder that I could still want and be wanted.

It was the jarring reality that I could choose to have pleasure instead of pain.

That my body did not belong to anyone else, Adrian or the Darnells anymore.

I gathered my clothes from the floor and slipped into the wrinkles fabrics.

My shoes came next.

I kept glancing at the bed while hoping that he would not stir in the process.

He didn't.

I found some hotel paper and a pen on the desk and quickly write a message.

I owed him one.

[I really had a wonderful night with you. Thank you for reminding me that I am human. -L]

I folded the note after I was done and set it dowm on the pillow next to him.

After blowing him a kiss, I walked up to the door and stepped outside the room.

The ride down the elevator was quiet.

I retrieved my sunglasses from my bag and slid it on before I stepped outside.

And outside, at the front of the hotel, I noticed that the city was yet to wake.

A few cars rolled past.

I pulled out my phone and ordered a ride back to my matrimonial cage.

Only this time it wouldn't be.

Yesterday the old Lydia had died.

The Lydia who had obeyed them without question … who had hung around and waited for people to break her over and over again.

Now that version was gone.

Adrian’s silence and the Darnells’ lies had killed her.

Someone new stood in my place.

Someone who would seize back every single thing that they had taken from her and make them feel every bit of hurt they had caused her.

I had been given a second chance.

A chance to rewrite my story and I would be a fool to waste it.

A cab pulled up just as my phone vibrated with a notification from Uber.

It was my ride home.

I slid in without a word.

It was time to burn it all down and build something new and powerful from the ashes.