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"I felt it," I whisper, the confession slipping out before I can stop it. "I don't know what it means, but I felt it."
Relief flashes across Luka's face, chased by a fierce determination. He doesn't say a word, but his blue eyes blaze into mine, hot and hungry. I can see the raw, animal need there, the same desperate ache that's clawing at my insides. But there's something more, a glimmer of tenderness, a yearning that goes soul-deep.
"I want you now," he rasps, his chest heaving with each labored breath. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the coiled tension in his muscles as he holds himself back.
Then he's kissing me again, his lips urgent and demanding against mine. I melt into him, surrendering to the hunger that's been building inside me for so long. My fingers slide into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as his hands skim down my sides to grip my hips.
Luka lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping into his mouth as he grinds his hardness against my core. He carries me over to the kitchen island, setting me down on the cold marble surface without breaking the kiss.
"Fuck, Sophia," Luka growls against my lips, his hands already pushing up the hem of my shirt. "I need to be balls deep in this pussy, feel this perfect pussy squeezing my cock. Gonna make you mine, ruin you for anyone else."
Suddenly, a thought hits me through the haze of lust. "Wait," I pant, pulling back slightly. "Yulia... she's sleeping upstairs."
Luka stills, his forehead resting against mine as he tries to catch his breath. "Fuck, you're right. We can't... not here."
But I can see the hunger, the need still burning in his eyes, mirroring my own. I don't want to stop, don't want to let this moment slip away.
Sliding my hands down his chest, I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "So take me somewhere we can."
A low, feral sound rumbles out of Luka's chest, and then he's lifting me again, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, his stride purposeful and determined.
I can't help but marvel at the ease with which he holds me, the strength in his body as he quietly climbs the steps, mindful not to wake Yulia up. The flex of his muscles under my hands, the bulge of his cock pressing insistently against me, it all stokes the flames burning under my skin.
Unable to resist, I lean in, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of Luka's neck, nibbling at his ear. He grunts softly, his grip on my thighs tightening as he fights to maintain control.
The scent of his skin, the taste of him on my tongue, it's intoxicating, making my head spin with want. I rock my hips against him, desperate for more friction, more contact, more anything.
"Fuck, Sophia," Luka grits out, his voice strained. "Keep that up and I'll take you right here on the stairs."
A thrill runs through me at the threat, the image it conjures in my mind. But I want more than a quick, frenzied fuck. I want to savor this, to lose myself in him completely.
Finally, we reach the second floor, and Luka carries me down the hall to the guest bedroom at the far end. The one furthest from Yulia's room, where we can lose ourselves in each other without fear of disturbing her.
He close the door shut behind us and lowers me to the bed, his body covering mine in an instant. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.
There's no more talking, no more teasing. Just the press of skin against skin, the slide of tongues and the nip of teeth. The room fills with the sounds of our harsh breathing, the rustle of sheets, the creak of the mattress as we move together.
My legs are still wrapped around Luka's waist, clinging to his hard body like a vine. His big hands grip my ass, kneading the flesh as he grinds me against the rigid length of his cock straining against his pants.
I can't help the moan that escapes my lips at the delicious friction, the promise of what's to come. But I quickly muffle the sound, remembering our sleeping Yulia down the hall. Fuck, it's so hard to keep quiet when every cell in my body is screaming for more.
Luka seems to sense my struggle. With a low grunt, he carries me over to the empty dresser and sets me on the edge, never breaking the heated kiss. His fingers make quick work of the button of my jeans, but as he tries to tug them down my legs, they get stuck halfway down my thighs.
"Goddamn it," Luka growls against my mouth, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Fucking tight-ass pants."
I can't help but giggle breathlessly at his frustration, even as my body burns for his touch. With a huff, Luka yanks my pants and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
"From now on, you're only allowed to wear dresses and skirts," he declares, his voice rough with arousal. "Easy access."
Before I can respond, his mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. I arch into him, my head falling back, my thighs falling open in blatant invitation. Luka takes full advantage, his hand delving between my legs to stroke over my aching pussy.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he rasps, his fingers gliding easily through the slick evidence of my need. "So fucking hot for me."
I can only whimper in response, my hips bucking shamelessly against his hand. I want him so badly, want to feel every hard inch of him buried inside me.
Pushing up his shirt, I rake my nails over Luka's muscular chest and abs, reveling in the flex of his muscles, the heat of his skin. He's so big and strong, his body honed by years of violence and brutality. But the way he touches me, the hunger in his eyes... it makes me feel powerful, desired, alive.
With a muttered curse, Luka abandons my dripping sex to fumble with his belt and zipper. The clink of metal and the rasp of fabric only heighten my anticipation, and I can't tear my eyes away from his hands as they finally free his cock.
