I spread her across the covers, the beauty of her lush curves on full display. She’s intoxicatingly young and vibrant and full of life. “My pretty little candy girl, made just for me. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her cheeks flush pink, and she bites at her lip and starts to shake her head.
“None of that. You’re beautiful.” I bury my hand in her hair and stop the movement, tilt her chin until she meets myeyes. “Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”
“I’m… I’m beautiful.”
“So beautiful.” I fist my cock as she watches, gathering a handful of seed and rubbing it into her glorious breasts, plucking at her large nipples, playing with them until the peaks harden and she whimpers, squirming against me.
Her pupils dilate to wide black dots surrounded by narrow rings of blue. She looks at me with such desire that I groan, my balls tightening.
I collect more seed and paint her inner thighs. Her hips lift to meet my hand, chasing after my touch, and I give it to her, slicking her wetness with my own. I bite off several of my claws and pump my cock, accumulating a pool of creamy fluid, which I push into her hot core with two fingers. “That’s it, my sweet. I’m going to get your pretty pussy ready for my knot.”
Skye gasps, her muscles clamping down in a way that makes me groan. “So sweet, so tight, my little witch. You’re going to feel exquisite wrapped around my cock.”
“Luke!” Her little hands grasp at my shoulders, pulling me toward her. “I need you inside me, filling me.”
“Not yet,” I grit out, even as my cocks urge me forward. I finger another handful of seed into her, scissoring and stretching until she can take three of my fingers.
Pulling my hand free, I settle between her delicious thighs, cradled in their welcoming softness. My erections leap, and I guide the head of my main cock to her sweet entrance.
I bend down to take her mouth as I slide into her, wanting the extra connection as we come together. Our kissis slow and intense, her lips trembling against mine. “I love you,” I whisper as I push deeper, the heat and pressure of her sending pleasure shooting through me.
She shatters around me, her climax shaking her entire body, her fingers curled against my back.
I keep kissing her, eating the sounds of her pleasure straight from her lips, like a man starved. I will never get enough of her scent, her taste, her touch. I am a glutton ready to feast and feast again.
“I love you, my heart, my Skye.”
Mine.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Skye
Luke’s main cock fills me, his knot pressing against my entrance in a stretch that’s amazing. His upper cock remains a hard bar between us that slides over my clit with each thrust.
His mouth eats at mine, our breath combining as our bodies join. We rock together, more of his knot slipping into me with each movement.
“My pretty baby girl, coming so sweetly for me. How I love it,” he rumbles, his deep voice vibrating through me. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I pant, fighting to catch my breath after another mind-altering orgasm.
He stays close, his eyes locked on my face, watching my every reaction, wanting only to make it good for me. I’ve never felt this close to another person. The intimacy of thistime goes far beyond sex. I feel lit up inside, joy and love burning like a sun. Each time he tells me he loves me, it flares a little brighter and there’s a tug on my heart.
“I feel you, Luke.” I press a palm to my chest. “I feel you here.”
“I feel you, too.” His golden eyes fill with awe. It’s a new look for him, but I already love it. He thrusts deeper, his knot slipping all the way inside, and I moan as pleasure jolts through me, curling my toes.
My heart pounds, and every panting breath carries his smoky sandalwood scent. His upper cock rocks over my clit, sending electric shocks of delight racing along my nerves. I slide my legs higher, hooking my heels into the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer.
“I need you, Luke.” His aphrodisiac sparks an aching emptiness that only his full knot will fill. “I need all of you.”
“Whatever you need, baby girl.” He says the words he knows I like, his voice husky and deep, sending shivers of desire racing through me. God, I always knew I had a thing for age gap, but this is beyond any fantasy.
This is Lukendevener, the man I love. Luke, the man who loves me enough to dance in public, even though he despises the thought of anyone seeing him do it, because he knows it’s a dream of mine. The amazingly private man willing to set all of his own discomfort aside to declare his love for me in front of everyone.
The man who believes in me as a witch and a researcher and a librarian.
