Lukas leaned in again, kissing a line down my sternum, then to my breast. His tongue circled my nipple before gently sucking it between his lips, drawing a gasp. My fingers tangled in his hair as I arched up, pressing more of me into him. His hands drifted down to my thighs, inching their way inward.
His two fingers slid between my legs, testing how wet I was. “You’re already dripping for me,” he groaned, almost to himself.
His fingers started to move in slow circles, teasing my clit until I was left desperate, then they slipped inside me with a slow, steady rhythm. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loudly, but Lukas leaned in and kissed me again, hard and deep.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmured. “I want to hear everything.”
He worked me faster with his fingers, watching my face the whole time, seeming to learn what I liked. My hips started to move on their own, riding his hand with need.When his thumb brushed my clit, the pressure coiled tight in my belly, sharp and bright.
“I’m close,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
He pressed his fingers just right, and my body shattered. I cried out as the orgasm rolled through me, shaking me apart in waves. Lukas kissed me through it, slow and grounding, until I fell back against the pillows.
As I came down from my orgasm, he shifted lower, trailing kisses that left me breathless. I felt him at my entrance, his body pressing into mine with gentle, devastating intent.
I looked up into his eyes, and for a moment, everything stilled. This was Lukas—clever, ridiculous, grounding Lukas—and I wanted all of him. A desperate whimper squeaked out of me, almost begging for him to be inside me.
His gaze trapped me with a look of sheer confidence and passion. With one deep thrust, he sank into me, filling me completely.
We both moaned at the contact, hips pressed flush, the stretch of him dizzying and delicious. He stayed still for a moment, giving me time to adjust, his hands gripping my waist like he was holding on for dear life. We both relaxed into the bed as Lukas tested a stroke inside me.
His strokes were slow at first, so long and deep they made me gasp and claw at his back. His rhythm built with everymoan I gave him, every time I whispered his name. His mouth found mine again, desperate and hot, swallowing each whimper.
“God, Ivy, you feel so good,” he panted against my lips. “I could lose myself in you. No knotting yet, right?”
I shook my head, not quite sure whether I actually meant no or not.
His knot kept pressing against me, wanting to enter inside and expand. But now I wanted it too. I was no longer scared of it; my body was demanding I take all of him in.
I shifted my hips with each stroke, positioning his knot to slip farther and farther inside me. A few more thrusts and it would be all the way in. What would it feel like for us? I wanted this intimacy with Lukas, wanted us to be joined together, to complete this tight link between us.
He paused, breathless as his eyes took in mine. “You keep doing that, and I’m going to knot you. Are you sure you don’t want to?”
Whimpers cried out of me as I reached for his hips. “Yes, I do want it, Lukas. I want all of you. Knot me.”
His eyes grew wide as he slowly started to thrust again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I cried out, urging him to work harder against me.
A wild smile formed on his face as his thrusts resumed, faster now, with each one dragging me toward the edge again. His eyes captured mine as we held our gazes.
“Ready?” He croaked, his voice rough.
I nodded, yearning for this feeling of completeness.
His hands shifted my pelvis, allowing part of his knot to slide in and out of me a few times. With one more large thrust, the knot fully penetrated inside me, expanding as I felt my body lock us together in place.
I gasped. I’d never felt anything like this in my entire life. My body immediately reached its peak, shattering as I pulled Lukas towards me. His knot lit every fiber of my being up in pleasure, then refused to let it go.
“My god,” Lukas groaned, crying out as his body pressed against mine. He held me tight as he came hard inside me, moaning loudly every time he moved. With us locked together, he could no longer thrust against me. Instead, my core squeezed him tight, forcing his finish.
The pleasure kept building and building between us as our moans grew louder and louder. I couldn’t control this sensation of completeness. Lukas was mine to cherish and love, and we were linked together so intimately.
His hands slowly wrapped around my head, and his body strained against me.
“So intense…” he gasped for air, whispering in my ear. Eventually, the shockwaves subsided, leaving Lukas and me locked together, holding each other, as we fought to catch our breath.
“Beautiful mate,” Lukas whispered, slowly lifting his head to capture my eyes. “I never thought I’d get to do this.”
