Brooke had a little trouble processing what Lucas had just told her... Especially his last words that turned her upside down. She knew they weren't spoken lightly... Not by this man who had decided to open up completely to her. She knew they were a thousand times more sincere than all the empty words of love spoken by her former lovers... And then she knew it, she felt it deep inside her, because she too had never felt such love... This unique and magical feeling of feeling loved in return by a man you admired and respected infinitely. Being the only one for the one who turned out to be one of the most beautiful people she had met in her life. If not the most beautiful... There was nothing more beautiful than that... Brooke felt at the same time transported, terribly lucky and incredibly good. Her heart was overjoyed... But despite that, a part of her also felt sad, devastated and inevitably hurt. Because she too had understood that their love, although reciprocal, would never see the light of day.
Her tears flowed in despair at having to acknowledge a story that had been aborted before it had even really begun. The growing lump in her throat translated the suffering of a destiny that was unacceptable to her heart but so obvious to the reason that already knew that her soul refused to accept. That of a love that could not exist, since it had been born at the wrong time and in the wrong place... Since it united two beings whose past bound and chained them to dictate their future and their choice... Since she loved a courageous man but a prisoner of himself, of his history and to whom love was forbidden.
LUCAS : Brooke, say something, I beg you...
His warm, low voice brought Brooke out of this unbearable and painful realization... Lucas was just behind the curtain. She jumped and stood up instantly... But she froze on the spot the moment his hand approached the fabric. Her first reflex was to wipe her tears from her cheeks... Then, she took a deep breath, closing her eyelids. She knew that when she saw his face and his eyes on her, her pain would be even more violent. But she also knew that the only thing that mattered at that moment was to give him back his declaration.
Brooke was so shaken that all her defenses had evaporated... She was fragile and she knew she could be fragile with him. She knew that the discussion had to continue and that the rest would be complicated... She couldn't stay there anyway, hidden from him and her heart that was beating hard while waiting for his reaction. So, she gently opened the little red curtain that still separated her from him... Very gently, painfully even.
She slowly raised her head until her gaze met his... It was intense, deep and disarming. Lucas's eyebrows were furrowed in worry and questioning but his gaze was tender and tormented. Brooke read in it the apprehension and the desire to try to guess what she was thinking and what she was feeling. And then... It was tiny and discreet, but she could see it clearly... That little tear that was pearling on Lucas' cheek. She understood then that Lucas was surely even more helpless than she was... And she stared at his lips for a few seconds. She also understood that the only thing she needed right now... Was his mouth on hers. She wanted to lose herself in a breathtaking kiss, a kiss as powerful as the emotions that were running through them...
BROOKE : Kiss me, Lucas.
Without hesitating for a single second, Lucas put his hand behind Brooke's neck to pull her towards him, as hungry as she was. His tongue immediately forced its way towards her mouth to mix with hers in a wild and ardent ballet. They abandoned themselves and moaned in unison to find each other again, finally, after so much incomprehension and unsaid things... Their eyes were closed, both focused on their sensations and their desire to lose themselves together. It was beautiful, romantic, feverish, painful... Their bodies pressed together naturally and their hands also freed themselves for this touch, this feeling... Everything was evacuated... The pressure, the stress, the anguish of an uncertain future, the pain of an impossible love. As if the opportunity was perhaps not going to come again, the abandonment became more voracious, the atmosphere became torrid. Their nostrils sniffed each other's intoxicating scent, their mouths tasted each other, their hands kneaded and caressed each other. Brooke felt like her heart was about to burst out of her ribcage, it was beating a mile an hour.
BROOKE : I want you, Lucas.
She knew she wasn't the only one who had this desire since she already felt his hard cock pushing at the entrance to her fly.
LUCAS : I want you too, Brooke... All the time, everywhere, forever.
Triggering an even wilder urge, Lucas rushed to nibble Brooke's neck, her throat and her bare shoulders. His hands grabbed her breasts to feel them and knead them without mercy while Brooke gasped more loudly. Lucas' teeth now sank into Brooke's flesh to devour her skin, to possess her... Brooke hastily passed her hands under Lucas' shirt to touch her stomach, her torso with a furious desire... Very quickly, and in a burning eroticism, Lucas raised the bottom of Brooke's dress on her hips in order to facilitate access. The urge became uncontrollable when Brooke felt Lucas' hand placed on her crotch to caress it, squeeze it... His piercing and greedy eyes looked at her then Lucas came again to capture her mouth in a somewhat brutal way.
The tension managed to rise another notch when Lucas grabbed Brooke by the hair and pinned her against his hips. Their tongues tangled and resumed a joyful dance, promising and increasingly greedy and obscene. While keeping their lips sealed, Lucas lifted Brooke powerfully, to carry her to the altar. He gently placed her on the cold marble of the consecrated Christian table. Brooke jumped a little on the icy surface. It was like a fight... Who would devour the other the fastest, who would take what he wanted first... Brooke too, she had firmly buried her hands and nails in Lucas' hair and arched against him, against his sex.
LUCAS : I'm going to take you, here and now...
As the only answer, Brooke bit her lip and nodded, her eyes filled with impatience and satisfaction. Igniting an insatiable hunger in her, Lucas' palm came to rest on her thighs to make her open them. As in all churches, the air was cool on Brooke's skin, yet she was dying of heat. She stared at Lucas' crotch who was already undoing his underwear to free his sex engorged with blood. Brooke pushed aside her panties and salivated to see how hard Lucas was for her, she shuddered with desire and excitement. Lucas' hand grabbed his cock and he approached to delicately rub his glans against Brooke's clitoris. He guided his cock all along her slit until he came to tease the orifice between her buttocks... Brooke moaned.
BROOKE : Mmmhhhh!
Slowly, Lucas went back the other way and Brooke's gaze on him became more pleading, almost agonizing...
BROOKE : Ahhhh!
Lucas amused himself by starting this erotic caress again until he reached the limit of his resistance. He then came to press his forehead against hers and Brooke imitated him by lowering her head... He barely sank in.
LUCAS : You're so tight... I love it!
Brooke's wet sex on his cock had a crazy effect on him, he nevertheless managed to make the pleasure last. Terribly excited, Lucas still held back from sinking deep into her in the middle of his church. Brooke felt her body shiver like his... and her breathing became more and more hoarse. She squeezed her vagina. In immediate reaction, Lucas emitted a slight tense whistle, looked at her sternly and placed a hand on the altar. Lasciviously arched, Brooke decided to let the top of her dress fall to offer him an even more delicious view.
Brooke took each of her breasts in one hand and caressed her nipples right in front of Lucas, who swallowed, hypnotized. At the end of his resistance, he too, and without warning her, he surprised her with a violent thrust, then a second...
LUCAS : You're driving me completely crazy, Brooke! Look at the state you're putting me in...
Brooke wrapped her legs around Lucas' waist to feel her flesh throbbing around his member even better. She clung to his shoulders so deep and intense were his thrusts now inside her. Waves of voluptuousness ran through her body and they were soon no longer able to think. But just before sinking into wildness and raw lust, Lucas looked at Brooke and said:
LUCAS : Whatever happens, I want you to know that you are the most precious thing in the world to me.
Brooke wanted to answer him something but she couldn't find the words while emotion took over her at the same time. Sensing her discomfort, Lucas gagged her mouth with his while his cock was tight around her sexe. When he released her lips, it was to penetrate her completely and deeply, Brooke cried out in pleasure.
BROOKE : Annnhhh!
Brooke's breath was altered when each thrust became more violent, hitting deliciously against her clitoris. His hips sank into hers, Lucas went back and forth like crazy while Brooke encouraged him again and again.
BROOKE : Oh, yes, again! Again, Lucas!
Nothing mattered more than losing themselves in each other, just him and her, just their moans, their cries and their flesh. Lucas kissed Brooke at the same time in a furious passion, they could barely breathe... But their mouths refused to separate, they both refused to let go. Brooke felt the orgasm rising deep in her belly and she arched her back while screaming against Lucas' mouth. Her nails dug into his back, like a tigress finally tamed, ridden by her Corsican stallion.
BROOKE : Ohhhh! Yesss!
As if possessed, Brooke's pleasure took hold of her and transcended her entirely while Lucas continued to pound her. Lucas was now letting out muffled grunts while he worked vigorously inside her, in a total trance.
LUCAS : Mmmhh! Ohh!
A shattering orgasm seized him brutally, crossing his lower abdomen before shaking his entire body. Brooke wanted to let him inside her to have the delicious feeling that he was taking possession of what belonged to him. Lucas poured himself into his hot and quivering intimacy and his jerky spasms punctuated the end of Brooke's orgasm. Their bodies calmed down slowly, their breathing calmed down and their intense sensations dissipated quietly.
In the echo of the silence that resonated and the very special atmosphere of this large church, Brooke rested her head against Lucas's chest, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction, but her heart was a little bruised... Taking advantage of the moment they had just experienced, Lucas' face was buried in Brooke's perfumed hair. They remained silent, their bodies against each other to hold on to this moment outside of time. The hardest part was yet to come... But they would face it together, no matter what... And that was already a consolation... Him and her, her and him...