Consider Me

Chapter Seventeen: Lily

"Lucas," I call him but its no use as he rushes me to the alley at the back of the coffee house and pushes me against a wall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I going to need to you to be very honest here, Lils," He says as he moves towards me. His pace is slow yet I feel my heart thumping against my chest violently. What is happening.

"A-about what,"

He smirks at the slip and suffocatingly crowds me. Hands on the wall, he lowers his head until our forehead is touching, "I am going to ask you a question and you will without a doubt answer me. If your honest, I'll reward you. If you lie-" he dips his head to my neck, his mouth achingly close to my ears as he turns and his lips brushes against my skin. Oh sweet lord. "I'll punish you. Is that clear?"

I nod. I don't know what he's up to but I am too scared and thrilled to find out. 

"Answer me with words, Lily,"

"Yes," 

He smirks, "Lift your finger,"

I met his gaze, "What?"

"Do it. Lift your finger and bring it to my mouth," I don't do it for a good ten seconds but when he starts to get closer, I quickly lift my hand and bring it near his mouth. Without another second, he sucks my finger. Heat unlike before rushes inside me and coats me till I am breathless. He twirls his tongue, the velvety sticky feeling sends shivers down my spine.

I part my mouth, watching his mouth intently as he lets it go with a pop. "Now place that finger on your body where you like me to kiss,"

My eyes capture his gaze. He can't be serious. The burn in his gaze has so much heat and carnality that I am having trouble accepting that he in fact is serious. Very fucking serious. 

Sweet and threatening tremors envelope me. I don't dare deny his demand with the way he's staring at me. A predator who wants to hunt his prey down but controlling himself. I swallow thickly and bring my finger with his saliva to my neck. 

The only place I could manage to take his kiss. The only place I could hold my ground and not think how I really want him to kiss me there. The need is there ever since he lowered his head and nibbled on my ear. I wanted him to take a chance. 

Lucas follow the movement of my fingers, eyes dripping vivid images of what he want to do to me. The minute my finger touched my neck, he dips in, tilts his heads and sucks my skin. My eyes closes on their own accord, pleasure making its way with sweet shivers. Mmm. My head hits the wall behind me and I move my head sideways, giving him more access. 

Ahh fuck. His lips are so soft. His tongue so hot and silk like, his suck so good and possessive, my hips buck involuntarily.

"Good girl," he mumbles against my skin, his lips inviting. They never leave my neck as he shamelessly bury his head and inhales. His one hand drops from the wall and holds my waist, the masculine fingers squeezes my curve and pulls me closer. 

I move my hand from our pressed chest and go up, caressing his sculpted body. I curve my fingers around his neck then tangle them in his hair and shamelessly push him to me. A gibberish noise leaves when Lucas moves upward and kisses behind my ears. I soon learn that it was a moan for every violent kisses he leaves. 

Pulling away, he drops his forehead against mine. Breathing hard. 

"I marked you," he says, his voice raspy and heavy. "This officially makes you mine. Not that you weren't already but your incessant refusal needed to be handled. Tell me you're my girlfriend,"

No fucking way. I won't give in. He can't lose my will with his lips on my neck. I am not that easy. 

"Say your my girlfriend, Lily," he says again thinking his tone will make me say it.