“See.” Luke groaned as he slowly thrust. “You were made to take me.”
My eyes rolled back. Hades, he felt so good—so incredible.
He picked up the pace and rasped, “Lips.”
I didn’t understand what he meant until he grabbed my chin.
Our lips collided greedily. I opened my mouth, and the stroke of his tongue was pure magic. I wanted to rush and steal everything I could from him. But Luke was unhurried. He took his time. Stroking my tongue, moving his lips over mine. It was like a dance. One he had waited forever to perform.
Each sweep of his cock was steady and sure. Every thrust tingled and stretched me.
He dragged his lips down my neck, peppering me with lavish kisses and tongue flicks. I was panting and unraveling, trying to control his pace with the wildfire taking over my body. But he was determined, so soft in his plundering of my body that tears fell down my cheeks, and the jerk stole those too, kissing them away.
If given the chance with my mate, I expected Luke to fuck me hard and roughly. But that’s not what we were doing.
“Look at me,” he barked, but the command was full of heat and need.
Our eyes met, and I stared into twin blood moons, bright with passion and awe. I stood no chance. The orgasm rolled into me leisurely, like Luke’s gaze forced another slow dance out ofme. I clenched his cock, face burning from the sheer force of my pleasure that stretched on and on. Then I felt his cum gush so much heavier, and the pressure of his tip seemed to change. He groaned, his strokes becoming more languid until he kept himself deep inside with small pumps.
He collapsed beside me but didn’t pull himself free of my body. Instead, he eased me with him, so that we were lying on our sides together in the grass. Sliding strands of my hair behind my ear, he stared at me for a moment and then shut his eyes. “I never thought I would have this.”
I frowned. “Me?”
That had his lids cracking up as he smiled. “Oh, you, I knew I would have. It’s the fucking you part that I didn’t know.”
“Was that what we were doing?” I asked. “Fucking?”
He said nothing for a while as he lazily caressed my face. “You’ve given me sensations and sins before. It makes sense you would do it again.”
“I don’t understand.”
He smiled and leaned in for a breathtaking kiss, then said, “I’ll tell you later.”
We didn’t have later.
When he moved me on top of him, I realized he hadn’t softened at all. In fact, his head was thickening again, and the sudden twitch inside felt like he was spilling inside again. The twinge of pleasure that blossomed inside me when his hands settled on my hips and thrust deep had me whimpering.
“Is that a knot?” I asked as I wiggled my hips, causing us both to groan.
“On the head of my cock?” he said it more of a question himself, so I supposed he wasn’t kidding when he had changed again.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But it feels good—so good.”
“I’ll try to get it in before it swells next time,” he whispered, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts.
I wanted to lie on his chest and hide my face when I felt the emotions tugging at my chest. ‘Next time’ for him meant our last hours together, but I was thinking of all the ones we could but wouldn’t get soon. I couldn’t even tell him I didn’t mind the pressure when he entered me for fear of my voice.
He bucked into me, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. Pleasure ran like a wild beast inside me. With another nudge against my hips, like he urged me to ride him, I raised my hips slightly. The slow drag of me sliding up was a beautiful torture for both of us. He groaned, and I moaned. His voice only thickened to more of a growl when I swallowed his cock back up when I slammed down.
Hades. There was so much of him.
I repeated the motion. Slow glide up, then quickly take him in deep. My knees were shaking. He felt marvelous beneath me.
“Beautiful.” Luke’s hands trailed up my arm to reach my face. “So painstakingly beautiful. How could I not despise beauty for so long when I feared yours?”
My skin heated as he watched me. He spent so much time turning away from me at the beginning. Now look at him. He always devoured me with his gaze. It was heady and sparked a delicious pulse at my clit.
“Don’t you think I take your cock so well?” I picked up my pace, pumping myself up and down his fat tip, making myselfmoan. The feeling of him stretching me was indescribable in its pleasure.
