“Use my darkness,ma méchante fille. Rub yourself up and down my cock. I want to be fucking dripping in your juices.”
He props himself up on his elbows, staring down at where his dick strains and twitches toward me. I carefully raise myself up to my knees, bracing my hands on his hard chest. I look down to where he is trapped between us and watch his abs clench.
The sensation of the piercings sliding against me causes me to gasp in surprise as I move back and forth. Their smooth metal surface is the perfect contrast to the feeling of velvet over steel, and I grind myself down into them as I slide along the surface of his pierced cock.
I feel pleasure building deep in my pelvis at the erotic sight and the feeling of so many textures against my flesh. I lean back and move my hands behind me to his thighs, arching my back to change the angle and grind down harder against him.
“So good, just like that,” he grunts, reaching up to grab both breasts. He expertly toys with my nipples, tugging further, pinching tighter until the pain and pleasure bleed together.
The added stimulation throws me over the edge, and the tightening in my belly turns to fire, licking out along my limbs, pulling moans from my lips. My entire universe tightens and releases in waves until stars dance before my eyes.
Luke slides his hands down to my hips as I lose myself in my orgasm and picks up the rhythm, wrenching out every last wave of pleasure from me.
I feel him tense beneath me and then he, too, groans, and I feel his hot release mixing with the warm wet mess I’ve created all over him.
We stare at each other intently as our breathing slows, locked into place, his hands on my hips. Neither of us wants to break the connection. Despite his heated skin, I feel our combined release cooling.
Before we become permanently glued together, I carefully position my legs and try to elegantly stand up from him. They are quivering like Jello as I slump back onto the chaise.
Luke rises like a graceful panther from the floor, all long limbs and rippling muscles. The moonlight and shadows reach out to caress his form.
I feel like a sea lion on an iceberg next to him. He drops a kiss to the top of my head and then pulls on his pants, leaving them unbuttoned, barely clinging to his hips. Unfair how he can look so effortlessly sexy.
He finds his ruined shirt he discarded on the floor and comes back to me where I’m perched on the chaise. He nudges my legs apart with his knee, reaches down, and wipes me off with the remnants.
I lift a hand to stop him, but he just reaches out with his other hand and laces our fingers together while he raises his shirt up to his face and inhales deeply.
His head tips back and his eyes drift close as he proclaims, “Dark innocence.”
He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out my spare key, holding it up between us. Winking at me, he says, “Mine.”
Luke gives our joined hands a squeeze and then let’s go, grabbing his cloak and mask from my floor. Turning around, he walks out.
My racing heart slows to normal as I rest on the chaise, mind reeling. I hear the front door shut as he lets himself out. All I want to do is crawl into bed, but I know I should go to the bathroom first.
With a sigh, I head back downstairs. I don’t bother with the light as I go to the bathroom and wipe up a little more. Luke’s cleanup had been pretty effective and pretty freaking hot.What are his plans for that shirt?
I walk to the sink to wash my hands. I look up at my shadowy reflection in the mirror and see a dark smudge on my forehead, and frown. I’m thankful it had been dark upstairs as well and hope Luke didn’t see some weird stain on my head.
I flip on the lights so I can see what the hell this is. I stare at my reflection in shock, taking in my wide eyes and open mouth. A black upside down cross vividly slashes across my pale skin. What could have caused such an ominous mark?
As I think back through tonight's encounter with Luke, his words float back to me. Something about baptizing me into darkness. I can't recall his exact words that didn’t seem to matter in the heat of the moment, I can only remember how I wanted more of it.
But now, alone in the dark, my doubts weigh me down like a stone. I lean down and hurriedly splash my face with water, scrubbing at my forehead until it feels raw. The chilly water soothes my overheated skin.
I check my reflection again in the mirror, but now there is nothing to see except a red spot from rubbing so hard. I pat my face dry and head back upstairs, grateful to fall into bed.
As tired as I am after an incredible night with Luke, my mind is buzzing with what has happened. Is that really what I saw? Or is my imagination acting up? Could I have had a split-second waking dream again without realizing it?
My thoughts spiral darker as I remember McHottie's warning words about Luke. Am I wrong about everything? I finally got a taste of the darkness I knew Luke could bring out in me. But at what cost? Is Luke actually the dangerous one?
Flashes of Luke carousel through my mind, snippets of fire and darkness and red.
So.
Much.
Red.
