Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 481: Body, Mind, And Soul

The moment the words left my mouth, Luca was on me.

No second guessing, no hesitation. One moment, we were sitting up, staring at each other, and the next, I was lying on my back, looking up at him.

His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been holding back for years. Not days. Not weeks. Years. Deciding that he didn’t like me under him, his hands gripped my hips with bruising force as he hauled me up, straddling his lap, his kiss all teeth and fire.

"You don’t get to disappear again," he growled into my mouth, voice broken and raw. "Not without knowing you’re mine."

His hands were under my shirt before I could reply—ripping it over my head with zero finesse, leaving threads in the air. Fingers fumbled at the clasp of my bra like it personally offended him, and when it finally fell, he buried his face in my chest like he’d been starved.

I gasped as his tongue dragged over my nipple, hot and wet, before he sucked it between his lips with enough force to make my back arch.

"Luca—"

"No," he cut me off, dragging his mouth down my torso, biting a line across my stomach like a man carving his name into sacred ground. "No more waiting. No more fucking perfect timing. You have me, Hattie. You occupy every crevasse in my head. My soul is now yours. My body should be too."

Almost throwing me away from him for a second, I landed on my back, looking up at him once again. However, he wasn’t looking at my face. Instead, it was the sleep shorts that Ronan must have put on me that had his entire focus. Dark clouds covered his face as if the thin black material had personally offended him in some way.

Suffice it to say, my sleep shorts didn’t stand a chance. One tug and they were torn off, my panties following the shorts to the floor without a second thought. The cold air hit me for half a second before he was between my thighs, tongue replacing air with heat.

He devoured me.

Not gently.

There was nothing soft about the way he licked and sucked like he was trying to brand me from the inside out. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me wide open, his tongue fucking me with a desperation that bordered on feral.

"You taste like damnation," he muttered into my puss, his breath hot as he breathed against my sensitive flesh. "And I would burn for it a thousand times. I would commit countless sins, just for eternity between your thighs."

I couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. My hands flew to his hair, yanking hard, but he didn’t stop. He refused to stop.

When I came, it wasn’t quiet.

I shook under him, gasping, body locked up so tight I thought I’d snap. He didn’t stop until I shoved him back—too sensitive, too wrecked.

But Luca wasn’t done.

He stood, shedding his pants like they offended him, his cock already thick and flushed, leaking at the tip.

"Condom?" I managed, my voice hoarse. I had never asked that of the others; hell, I wasn’t even sure that we had any without a wish. But Luca didn’t seem like the type of man who would do anything without being perfectly safe and in control.

He hesitated just a breath—then shook his head. "My soul’s already yours. This isn’t something I want to protect myself from. Besides, the idea of having a little Sin running around makes me want to breed you."

Who knew Greed had a breeding kink?

Then again, it did kind of fit with his personality.

Suddenly, he was there... slamming into me with one powerful thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs even as he filled me completely.

Gasping, I cried out, my legs locking around his waist, nails dragging down his back. I didn’t know if I wanted him in further or to push him away, but before I could make up my mind, my body had already made the decision.

"Luca—fuck—" I breathed, my eyes rolling back into my head as he drove me relentlessly into the mattress.

"That’s right," he hissed, pounding into me like he couldn’t bear to be apart even for a second. "Say my name," he commanded before shaking his head. "No, that’s not enough. Scream my name. Let everyone know who is making you feel good right now. Do you know how many times I stood outside the door as one of the others took you? Do you know how many times I made you come in my mind, screaming my name even as you screamed theirs? Well fuck them. Now you are mine."

Every thrust was brutal, deep, punishing.

But I loved it.

He kissed me like he hated the distance. Fucked me like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

I came again—too fast, too hard—and it only seemed to push him further, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room like a war drum.

When he finally came, it was with a deep groan into my neck, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside me, marking me from the inside out.

We stayed like that for a moment—sweat-soaked, breathless, tangled together in sheets and shadows.

And then...

Everything slowed.

Luca’s fingers traced my jaw like he was memorizing it. His kisses softened, lingering. The desperation on his face faded away until he was looking down at me with reverence. Like he had never seen something so perfect... so amazing.

"You are mine," he breathed. His voice soft as if he was scared the words would cause everything to shatter like a dream in the daylight.

"I am yours," I nodded, reaching up to stroke his face. "And you are mine."

My touch grounded him. Before, it was like I would disappear into thin air, but now he knew I was his.

And that’s when he truly started to make love to me.

Slower. Deeper. Every movement worshipful. Reverent. His hands cupped my face as he rolled his hips, lips brushing over mine with a whisper of a smile.

"You’re mine," he murmured, kissing my cheek. "And I’m yours. Body. Mind. Soul."