Madelaina:
We sit in silence for a while. But that doesn't mean that the air isn't filled with sparking electricity.
The smugness never leaves his face and the burning in my core definitely isn't fading any time soon.
Every so often, I'll feel his eyes on me and I'd dig my nails into the flesh of my palms to stop myself from doing anything stupid.
Like pulling his face down to mine.
Or slapping him.
However, he did kiss me before. So, if I were to hit him, it would be perfectly fine. Just setting the world straight again. Restoring the balance.
I can still feel the blood on my face.
The asshole ruined my makeup!
I spent thirty minutes on this and he messed it up within less than ten seconds.
I might have enjoyed the way he did it, but still.
I'm half tempted to reach for the handkerchief again on the posssibikity that he stops me again. With his hand. And then his mouth. And then maybe something else...
"Having filthy thoughts about me, Principessa?"
I bite my tongue and then show him a dazzling smile.
"Nope."
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"You tell me. I wasn't the one squirming in my seat."
I gasp and the smile slips away. "I wasn't squirming."
"Oh, yes you were." He retorts. All arrogant disposition.
"You're so full of yourself."
"And what's wrong with that? I'm loved by many people. Why am I not allowed to love myself."
"That's not the issue. You love yourself too much."
"No more than I love you."
Ugh!
There he goes again.
Why is he able to say these things without blinking and I'm left flustered with nothing to say?
It's not fair.
"What? Nothing to say?"
I simply cross my arms over my chest and turn to face the window.
"Real mature."
"Shut up."
"Why don't you shut me up?"
I tighten my arms but it means nothing when he tightens his own hold on my thigh.
"Scared, Principessa?" He taunts.
I'm really starting to rethink this whole loving him, thing.
"Not in the slightest."
"Then what's stopping you?"
"You're still driving."
"And?"
"And I don't particularly feel like dying in a car crash."
"You know i'd never let you get hurt."
"Yet, you're trying to get me to kiss you while you're operating a moving vehicle."
"I know how to stay in control."
My skin heats and I shift in the seat again, coaxing a grin from his lips.
"Very well." He sighs and the next thing I know, the car is swerving on the road and he's cut off the engine.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm removing your obstacle."
He's...
"Now, there's nothing in your way, baby."
"I- What?"
He releases his seatbelt and then reaches over to repeat the action for mine, his eyes trained on my own.
"You said you weren't scared."
"I'm not." I breathe. But we both know it's a lie.
He smooths his thumb over my lips and trails the back of his knuckles over my cheek.
"So pretty."
He smiles. A soft, loving smile that has my stomach in knots and my heart squeezing in my chest.
I blink a few times, my pulse racing.
"And all mine."
"I'm not yours." I whisper, shakily.
"Oh, my sweet girl. You just love to lie to yourself, don't you? Yes, you are. You're all mine. And I'm all yours."
He now cups my cheek and his other hand travels to the inside of my thigh. It doesn't leave its spot there, though. Just sits there. Burning an invisible tattoo into my skin.
"Say it back, baby. Let me hear it."
He presses something and the car locks.
"Again?"
He laughs and brushes his mouth over mine gently before leaning back.
"We are not leaving this car until you admit the truth."
"But that's-"
"That's what?" He quirks a brow.
"But- But that's not fair!"
Another laugh escapes him. Full and laced with light.
"This isn't funny!" I stamp my shoes on the floor, which I agree is childish, but I don't really care right now.
"I know it's not." He nods. "You can't be cute and convince me to change my mind."
"I'm not being cute! I'm being serious! I need more time."
"No, you don't. You know what you feel. You just need to say it."
It's not that easy. He can't expect me to just say it outright like him.
I lose my restraint and before he can utter another word, I'm up out of my seat, over the console and straddling his lap.
This is bold, especially for me.
But I guess he just brings out the vixen in me.
Now, it's him who's speechless.
I fist the fabric of his sweatshirt and shake.
"Stop being so annoying."
His pupils grow and his gaze turns dark as he grips my hips in his hands.
"With you like this, I'll do whatever you want me to, baby."
I swallow. "Then unlock the car."
He brushes the tip of his nose with mine. "Not that."
I groan and push away, leaning on the steering wheel and covering my face with my hands. "I hate you."
"Now, that's not very nice." I hear the smile in his voice when he uses the hold he has on my hips to pull me forward. Right into him.
The force has me propelling forward and my palms to smack against his chest. We are face-to-face again and this time, I can't help myself.
And it seems, that neither can he.
Our lips meet in a dizzying, thunderstorm of passion and frustration and it has me arching my back and one of his hands to slide into my hair.
His tongue glides along my lips and the reminder that his blood is still on them has my heartbeat quickening to an incredible rate
I gasp and he slips it into my mouth while I let out a soft moan.
He growls against the sensation and thrusts me into him again. This time harder.
I untuck his sweater from his pants and move my fingers underneath. Feeling all of the hard ridges and edges I've only ever whitenesses with my eyes from a distance before.
He rams us together again.
This time, I cry out. The hardness and thickness hidden by his clothing hitting the spot between my legs firmer and quicker.
That's also where it comes out.
"I love you."
Lucas:
My heart stops.
I knew I wanted her to say it but I didn't know that the words coming from her mouth would sound like so much more than anything I could have ever imagined.
My girl.
My Principessa.
My everything.
Fuck, if I'd known all it was going to take for her to admit it was to bounce her hot little body onto my cock, I would have done it ages ago.
I grin. Wider and more than I think I ever have and start to move us again. This time, slower.
She blinks as if disoriented. Her beautiful face poised in the most distractedly confused expression.
I thrust once a little rougher, bringing her back to reality.
My baby needs a lot of time to adjust to her emotions.
She lets out a breathless laugh and I press my forehead to hers.
"Again."
And she doesn't even hesitate.
"I love you."
Fuck. Me.
I bury my face in her neck as I continue to drive us together.
She releases little squeaks and soft moans that have me straining in my pants to the point of pain.
"Who do you belong to?" I kiss the space under her ear.
"You." She replies, almost instantly.
"Again." I demand and suck on the skin between her neck and shoulder.
"You. I belong to you."
"That's a good girl."
She lets out a whimper and I move my mouth back to hers.
"See how easy that was?" I murmur against her lips. "See how good it felt?"
"Yes."
"And now, you can say it whenever you want."
She gazes into my eyes. Her own glistening and sparkling with the same light that has always been there. But brighter.
I slow down until we are still and breathing hard.
"Ti amo." She whispers.
I smile. "Ti amo anch'io, Principessa."
The grin on her face fades though and is replaced with a pout.
"What?"
"You stopped."
It takes me a second, but I get it. And let out the biggest laugh I have in a long time.
"Go again."
I smack kisses all over her face and slide my hands up to her waist, squeezing there.
"Don't be a brat."
"What? You don't want to?"
"Does it feel like I don't want to?" I raise my brows and her cheeks flush.
We're still pressed together and by the amount of restraint I'm showing, I should be granted fucking VIP treatment when I get to hell. Because let's be honest, I'm not going to be ending up anywhere else.
But she will be.
Would, actually.
Past tense.
Because now that I have her, I have no choice but to corrupt her enchanting little soul so that she stays with me for all eternity.
I'm not afraid to admit that I'm a selfish motherfucker.
I'm never letting her go.