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“We need to fix this,” he said quietly.

“What are you talking about?”

Lukas leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You associate storms with the disturbing things you went through, right? Maybe if you had something better to replace that memory…”

He lifted himself on the bed and Blaire rolled onto her back, looking up at him as another flash of lightning illuminated his body and she jerked.

“I need you to see me…” He reached across her and turned the lamp on, filling the room with light, offsetting the eerie atmosphere the lightning flashes brought to the room. “I want you to focus on me, not on what’s happening out there. Can you do that?”

Blaire nodded quietly and Lukas smiled at her, leaning in to kiss her softly like before. A tendril of want uncoiled inside her as she sank into his warmth. When he pulled away, breaking the kiss all too soon, he grinned at her frown. He slid down her body and ran his hands up her outer thighs until he reached the hem of her t-shirt, looking into her eyes, silently asking for permission. She nodded, and he smiled at her. Seeing him smile at her, feeling how relaxed he was, distracted her from the raging storm outside. He had never been like this before, tender, questing, and in good humor.

Maybe it was the relief at having decided she wasn’t leaving. Maybe it was the proximity of his being in bed with her. She didn’t know. But the same carefree feeling suffused her from the inside.

Lukas pushed her t-shirt up above her hips and rested on his haunches, staring down at her body. She squirmed under his appraisal, and he shook his head. “Shh. It’s okay… You’re beautiful.” he whispered, looping his fingers under the waistband of her panties. Blaire lifted her hips, allowing him to slide them from her body and toss them to the floor. “Absolutely beautiful.”

Her face heated.

Lukas lowered himself and positioned himself on his stomach with his head between her legs. Blaire gasped when his breath tickled against her warm center. When the flat of his tongue dragged up her core, a low moan left her throat. “Oh, God…”

He chuckled against her, and the vibration caused her to jerk. He wrapped his arms around the tops of her thighs to hold her still as he leaned in and began to lap greedily at her wet slit.

He treated her body as his own personal buffet, and when he sucked her clit into his mouth tightly, she gasped at the foreign sensation and began grinding her hips reflexively against his face. Lukas lifted his head quickly in surprise, staring at her.

“Blaire…” he whispered. His eyes were glowing that beautiful, bioluminescent, pale green.

She swallowed hard, face burning from the embarrassment of her shamelessness. “Sorry…”

Lukas grinned wickedly. “Don’t you dare be.” He went back down and dragged his tongue over her slit slowly.

Her mind sank into that place where she didn’t know up from down, but she didn’t want to stop falling. Her thighs trembled beneath the hands that held onto her legs as she tried to buck away from him, overwhelmed by the new sensations. He removed one hand from her thigh and brought it around to slowly tease her entrance with the tip of his finger. She sucked in a breath.

He whispered against her center, “Do you trust me?” He moved over to kiss her inner thigh softly as he waited for her response, lazily swirling the tip of his finger over her dampness.

Blaire looked down at him, and his glowing eyes caught hers as she nodded.

“I need the words, beautiful…”

Blaire whimpered and squirmed, and when he ran his tongue over the skin of her thigh, pulling his finger away, she breathed out, “Yes… completely.”

Lukas groaned low in his throat, and he sucked on the bundle of nerves again tightly as he slid one finger into her. He had her so aroused his finger slid in easily.

Blaire laid her head back and moaned, her body instinctively rocking against the intrusion while he lapped at her swollen core. He worked another finger inside and she arched her back, gripping the covers on each side of her body.

He played her body like an instrument, sucking on the little nub that brought her to new heights of pleasure she didn’t know she could experience. She thrashed her head from side to side as she practically mewled for him. She had absolutely no control over what her body did anymore.

“Lukas… it’s… it’s too much…” she panted, squirming against him. She’d given herself an orgasm before, but this sensation building was like nothing she had ever felt, and it made her entire body tingle and overheat.

Just as she felt like she was going to cry from how sensitive she felt, Lukas stopped and got up on his knees in front of her, staring down at her and dragging his hand across his mouth to wipe the glistening juices from his face. That act alone had her aching for more. Blaire bit her lower lip as Lukas reached for the bottom of her shirt, sliding it up her body. He kissed over her hip and stomach before pulling her shirt completely over her head and tossing it to the floor.

Blaire stared at him breathlessly, but this was far from over. She was more than ready for where this was leading.

Lukas leaned down to kiss her breasts gently before sucking on her hardened nipples, his fangs grazing the tender skin. She whimpered at the sensation, but he didn’t stop. He lifted himself to his knees, staring down into her eyes, unable to tear his gaze away from her. The intensity in his eyes made her full body shudder, his unique scent permeating the room and making the haze in her head worse.

“Lukas…” She reached up to run her hand down his chest. Her hand moved over his abs, and they tightened as she passed over them.

Lukas groaned and closed his eyes. “You have no idea how long I have wanted you to touch me like this,” he rasped.

Blaire swallowed hard and moved to where her fingertips grazed over the front of his boxers, passing over his straining arousal. She gasped. She knew he was big. She had felt him pressed against her in the mornings, but she never felt it firsthand like this. She pushed the waistband away with curious fingers, wanting to see it. At the sight of his erection, a small wave of fear washed over her, thrilling like the first drop on a roller coaster.