The lace falls away, and my breasts are bared to his gaze. He takes a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of me, before leaning in to press a soft kiss to the valley between them.
“Here?” he asks, his lips brushing against my skin.
“Yes,” I whimper.
My head falls back with an audiblethunk, but the pain barely registers, the pleasure countering it.
His lips trail a path to my left nipple, and his tongue darts out to taste the pebbled flesh before he draws it into his mouth. He suckles harder now, and his hand comes up to cup my other breast, his thumb rolling over the neglected nipple. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, and more slick soaks my panties.
“And here?” he asks, releasing my nipple with a soft pop and moving to the other side.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips rocking involuntarily, seeking friction that doesn’t yet exist. “Please, yes.”
He continues his exploration, his lips and tongue worshipping every inch of my chest, each touch punctuated by the same question. “Yes or no?”
And each time, my answer is the same—a breathless, desperate “yes.”
By the time he's finished, I'm a trembling mess, my body slick with sweat and arousal, my omega pheromones filling the small space of the tent. Luka's scent has changed too, growing richer, more dominant, a clear sign of his own arousal. The air is thick with the promise of what's to come.
His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, and his fingers hook into the belt loops.
“And here?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine.
I nod, and my breath catches in my throat as he slowly undoes the button and zipper. He tugs the fabric down my hips, his knuckles grazing my skin, and I lift my hips to help him. My pants join my shirt and bra on the floor, leaving me in nothingbut my soaked panties. The scent of my arousal is strong now, a sweet, musky aroma that I know drives him wild.
He leans in, and his lips press against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, just above my knee.
“Yes or no?” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to taste my skin.
I gasp. “Yes.”
My hands fist in the blankets beneath me.
He continues his upward journey, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He nibbles and sucks at the tender flesh of my inner thighs, his movements slow and deliberate. The tension builds inside me, a coil of pleasure that tightens with each touch, desperate for more. Desperate for everything.
“Please,” I beg, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Luka, please.”
He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a thrill of nerves and excitement through me. “Please what, Brylee?”
“Please, I need you,” I whimper. “I need your mouth on me.”
He doesn't make me wait any longer. With a low growl, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pulls them down my legs. He tosses them aside, and his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of my glistening folds.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. His hands spread my thighs wide. “And all for me.”
He leans in, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh.
“And here?” he asks, his tongue darting out to taste my clit.
I cry out, my back arching off the bedroll as waves of pleasure crash over me.
“Yes,” I scream, my hands instinctively fisting in his hair. “God, yes, yes, yes!”
He doesn't hold back now, his mouth and tongue working me with a skill that leaves me breathless.
He licks and sucks, his teeth grazing my clit, and the intensity mounts inside me, a tsunami of pleasure that's about to bury me alive.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he devours me with a hunger that matches my own.
