Page 166 of Beasts of Mine

“Please.” I gasped to Luca when another slow thrust left me needing more.

“Tell me what you need.” Luca murmured as he kissed my temple, stopping long enough to let me answer.

“Keep going.” I told Luca immediately as I tightened my arms around him. “Don’t slow down anymore.”

Luca let out a rough breath and moved again, one deep thrust followed by another.

The next seated his knot fully inside me. My breath broke as the stretch peaked and my body clenched around him. Luca buried his face beside mine and went still while his knot finished swelling, locking us together. His hand remained between us, and the continued pressure against my clit pushed me over the edge again. My third climax left my thighs shaking around his hips while Luca finally lost the last of his control.

He came with a low growl against my neck, his body held tightly against mine as his knot pulsed inside me. His purr broke around the sound before gradually settling again, and for several seconds neither of us moved. I could hear his breathing beside my ear and the insects outside the shutters while his palm traveled slowly over my side.

“Full?” Luca asked quietly after a while, amusement beginning to return to his tired voice.

“So full.” I answered Luca as I shifted experimentally and immediately felt the pressure of his knot move inside me.

“Easy.” Luca murmured as his hands settled more securely around my hips, his jaw tightening at the movement. I looked at his face and shifted again just enough to watch his eyes close.

“Was that a complaint?” I asked Luca, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice when I finally disturbed some of his composure.

“Not exactly.” Luca answered through a slow breath, his fingers flexing against my hips.

“That’s what I thought.” I told Luca as I brushed my mouth over his jaw. His quiet laugh vibrated against me before he carefully rolled us, moving slowly enough that I could stop him if the new angle became uncomfortable. We ended with Luca on his back and me settled over him, still locked together, my hands resting against his chest while I adjusted to the deeper pressure.

“You okay?” Luca asked, keeping his hands steady at my hips.

“Yeah.” I answered Luca after taking a slower breath. “Very.”

The small movements I could manage from there were enough to send fresh pleasure through already-sensitive muscles. Luca didn’t try to direct me, his hands stayed around my hips mostly to support my weight, only helping when my thighs began to tire.

Then his thumb slid between us again. I stared down at him.

“You are relentless.” I told Luca as my breathing immediately became less steady.

“You told me to keep going.” Luca reminded me, faint amusement returning to his voice.

“That was before orgasm number three.” I told Luca, although I made absolutely no attempt to move away from his hand.

“I can stop now.” Luca offered, his thumb going still immediately.

“No.” I answered Luca far too quickly, which made his mouth twitch.

“I thought so.” Luca murmured before moving his thumb again. I tried to glare at him, but another small shift of my hips turned the attempt into a gasp.

“One more?” Luca asked quietly, keeping the pressure steady while he waited for me to decide.

I bent forward until my forehead rested against his.

“I want it.” I answered Luca, my fingers curling against his chest. His free arm came around my waist, supporting more of my weight as I moved above him. The angle kept his knot pressed deep while his thumb worked between us, and pleasure slowly rebuilt through the oversensitive ache left by everything that had already happened. It took longer this time, but Luca never rushed me. He kept the same pressure and let me find the movement that felt best until my thighs tightened and holding myself upright became impossible without his arm around me.

“Luca.” I gasped his name against his shoulder as the climax finally rolled through me.

“Now” Luca murmured as both arms closed around me and pulled me securely against his chest while the aftershocks passed. I relaxed into him, too wrung out to do anything except listen to his purr and let him support most of my weight. We stayed like that for a long time, joined together while his breathing gradually slowed and the tension left both our bodies.

Eventually his knot eased enough for Luca to shift us carefully onto our sides. He pulled the blanket higher over my shoulder, tucked Malek’s shirt against my back where I had kept reaching for it, and moved one of the pillows closer when a gap opened beside me.

I was too tired to question why each change felt better. I only settled closer to Luca and let him keep adjusting things until I stopped wanting to move anything else.

“What are you doing?” I asked Luca as I opened one eye and watched him tuck Malek’s shirt more securely behind me.