Before I can respond, before I can process the gravity of her confession, she tugs me closer, her fingers winding in my hair. And then she’s kissing me. It’s unexpected, a bold move that sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. Her lips are soft against mine, the kiss filled with desperation. I recognize it because I feel it too.
“Take it off,” she murmurs against my lips, her fingers skimming the edge of my shirt. Desire colors her voice, fingers trembling against me.
Without hesitation, I strip, my shirt joining her scattered clothes on the bathroom floor. The heavy, sultry air of the room collides with my bare skin, matched by Sophia’s curious eyes as they scan my naked torso, tracing every ridge and swell of muscle.
I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror – the contrast between our bodies. My tattoos and scars, tokens of my violent past, against her unblemished skin, smooth and soft under the bathroom light. It’s a sight that lights the fire in my veins.
Her lips journey across my chest, leaving behind a trail of kisses as she moves. She takes my nipple, teeth lightly brushing the sensitive flesh. I take a sharp breath.
“Bhozhe moi,” I mutter, sliding my fingers into her wet hair, weaving through the damp locks as she explores my body with her mouth.
I stare down at her face, and what I see there stirs something inside me. Lust, desire, need…and something else, something deeper. It makes my heart hammer in my chest and my cock throb with arousal.
I’ve never been so affected by mere kisses, never been so completely consumed by desire. It’s as if she’s lit a flame inside me, one that threatens to consume me entirely.
My breath comes in short gasps, my fingers tightening in her hair as she continues her exploration; each kiss, each touch, each taste leaving me shuddering. I’ve never wanted anyone like this before, never needed anyone like I need her now.
Her knee hooks over my hip, pulling me closer. Her lips on mine, a maddeningly sweet torture. Her breath is hot against my skin.
“Luka…I want you…to take me,” she breathes, her voice laced with an urgency that matches my own. “I need to feel you inside me again.”
Chapter 15
Luka
“Are you sure?” I question again, a faint layer of sweat forming on my brow. I need to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she breathes out, pulling me back by my nape. “I need you, Luka.” The conviction in her voice shatters any of my lingering doubts.
The sensation of the ripple of tiny bumps on her flesh sends a thrill through me as I navigate up her thighs, her skin searing beneath my fingertips as I find her slick lips and spread them.
“Fuck, you are so wet…Sophia.” I give a raw groan as her hips buck into my touch.I seize her mouth in a voracious kiss, the hunger unmistakable. Her grip tightens in my hair, her breath catching as the relentless rhythm I establish drives her wild.
Suddenly, she pushes me back a fraction. I frown in confusion until her fingers fumble with my belt, the metallic click resonating through the room. She reaches for my pants, pushing them down. My cock springs free, hard as a rock. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve been so turned on by someone.
She takes a sharp breath, her gaze locked on the throbbing head, her lips parting slightly. I watch her, the anticipation building up inside me, making me restless for what comes next.
“You are so hard,” she murmurs, her voice laced with desire. She licks her lips as she reaches out to touch me. Wrapping her small hands around my length, she expertly rubs the head of my cock.
“Da,krasotka,”is all I manage to choke out.
“I- I want you to watch me,” she declares, her voice sending waves of heat through me. Her gaze stays locked on mine as slowly, she parts her legs wider, displaying her wet pussy to me.
Her fingers slip down, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs before moving to her center. The sight of her touching herself sends a jolt of need through me, my cock twitching at the view. She’s beautiful, her pink, glistening folds beckoning me, an irresistible invitation.
With two of her fingers, she lightly strokes her clit, moaning softly. I can’t look away, almost holding my breath as she pleasures herself with slow and deliberate motions.
I watch her fingers push in and pull out of her wet slit, the sight setting my blood on fire. Her eyes lock onto my face, and I can see the lust in them, matching the intensity of my own.
In an instant, I’m on her. Dropping down, my lips replace her fingers, tasting her, savoring the sweet honey that is uniquely Sophia. The flavor sends a low, guttural groan through me, my tongue diving deeper, seeking more.
“Yes! Yes, Luka,”she cries out, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I oblige, my tongue flicking over her clit in a rhythm that has her moaning my name.
“God, Luka…yes,” she gasps, grinding her hips against my mouth. Her taste, her scent, the sweet sounds she makes. Everything about this moment is overwhelming, a sensory overload that I can’t get enough of.
I reach up, my fingers joining my mouth, two fingers sliding inside her, meeting little resistance. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I groan against her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh, drawing another moan from her.
I continue my assault, fingers and tongue working together to bring her closer to the edge.
