Luke’s lips parted as he panted. He never tried to hide what I could do to him, and that was a powerful high all alone. “Don’t think I forgot what you said about me being yours. If that’s the case, show me, Kitten. Show me how much.”
So, I did.
Chapter Forty-Three
Luke
It’d been an exceptionally long time since my body rested, since it could. I must have dozed off with Kara after another round of sex.
Sex. With her…
The idea was so ludicrous. I never thought—but those thoughts didn’t matter because I could share my body with Kara. That was the only thing that I cared about. And I would never waste such a gift.
I had no clue if my nap was short or if she’d tugged me into a deep slumber with her touches. All I knew was the crossover hadn’t opened, and I was surrounded, fucking bathing, in her sweet scent and our mingled bodily fluids.
I felt the heady rush of burning through me long before I woke completely. Her hair tickled my nose. She used one of my arms as a pillow while my other was wrapped protectivelyaround her middle, holding her close to me as we lay on our sides. My erection was digging into her ass.
Cum was shooting in squirts from my cock. I knew I only had seconds to sink inside her before my tip was overly large. We’d flatten the surrounding grass with our rounds of fucking. I knew she was sore, so I wanted to bury myself inside her quickly.
My skin was overly hot, and the longer I went without being inside her once I had an erection, the more crazed I felt. My body shook, and the desire she trapped within me all those years felt like it had reached a boiling point. I couldn’t explain how desperate I felt being outside of her. If she were a lock, I surely had the fucking key. Being inside her made sense. She made sense. Everything about her felt like a puzzle piece sliding into place.
With shaky limbs, saliva pooled in my mouth as I got on my knees, lifting her ass in the air. She groaned lightly, stirring awake, and her back arched. I squeezed the tip of my cock, trying to squeeze the bulb from growing larger, but cum was everywhere. Like she was bathed in my essence, and my oversensitive skin buckled under the sight of her swollen, glistening pussy.
I lined myself up with her entrance and thrust. She cried out, her pussy gripping me tight. Even though my tip wasn’t as large as it could be, her walls still felt like a battle where they tried to push me back out. But the second my cock’s tip entered, her body clung to me greedily, taking every inch. My skin pebbled, and I groaned as I watched my cock disappear into her cunt.
How could anything be more lovely than watching our bodies melt together? Fucking nothing. She was pure magic. My magic. My salvation and my ruin.
She moaned, turning her head in the grass to look back. “Luke.”
“I tried to be quick. I know you’re sore,” I said through a raspy pant.
“I am,” she whimpered. “Hades. Feels good. Best wake-up call.”
I was mesmerized by how well she took my cock. Every time I thrust in and out, I did so with care. She had me enthralled as I watched every slow pump. I wasn’t a normal man. There was so much of me, and she took it so well. “You were made for me.” Even I could hear the awe in my voice. I always knew the truth of those words, even when I denied it, but seeing us together, I couldn’t believe how powerful the certainty of that statement was.
It was fucking maddening how good it felt to embrace the emotions she pulled from me instead of denying. To think I thought my only option was for her to despise and fear me. And I would have taken that instead of not having her at all.
I was the Dark One, after all.
Idiot. I was an idiot. But I see her clearly now. And myself.
“I knew and have said you’d take me so well, but to see and feel how true it is.” I groaned as she fluttered around my cock. “You are so perfect as a mate. See how well you take your mate’s cock.”
She liked my choice of words because they unmade her, then me. She came with a cry, shaking and bucking into my deliberate, languid strokes that I knew drove her crazy. All I wanted to do was savor her. It took so much waiting, so many years, I didn’t want to rush how infinite she made me feel. Eventually, I’d make good on my promise and fuck her real hard.But I also knew she was wild for how I took her as I wanted, by how easily we spiraled into slow frenzies together. It was like we had all the time in the world. Or like… We had none at all.
My pleasure always followed hers. Ecstasy flowed through me like a current. One she had long since stolen control of and finally decided to wield the power over me. Because of my semen, she was in a constant state of slickness. I had made a mess of her. I had no idea why my body, especially my cock, was so different or why I was forever altered. In time, I’d likely change again, but I rather liked the state I left her in after my release.
I pulled out of her. She winced. I gathered her in my arms, bringing my hand around to cup her pussy. The sound she made was enough to quell the ever-growing need to be inside her. My cock wasn’t swelling, and I wasn’t shaking. I seemed to be softening for once. I was beginning to wonder if my desire would be at the whim of the woman in my arms. I knew she was too sore for more, which was why my body relented.
Moving her damp hair from her shoulder with my free hand, I kissed up her neck and ear, causing goose bumps. Even her sweat tasted like mine. She melted into me, sighing in a way that made it feel like I’d made her content.
She turned in my lap and kissed me once before she deepened the kiss into a tangle of tongues. I could feel her desire deepening with every touch. The way she moved against me was as if she could claw her way inside. She gripped my biceps before running her hands along my chest. I welcomed all her touches, but her desire was going to spiral into me being a shaking mess of need and desire to be inside her.
I broke the kiss and said, “Enough. You’re sore and I don’t want to make it worse.”
“One more time.” She nibbled my neck, causing a shudder to run through me. “Please.”
I moved my hand between us and cupped her pussy again. “Don’t, Kitten. You know I can’t deny you, but you’re sore. I can sense it.”
