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“Luke—” I started to protest, but he pushed me back down into the pillows, cutting off my words, and squeezed my clit tightly.

“Do you still have to bite your hand to stop from screaming my name?” I felt him jerking his cock against me, his movements more frantic now.

“Answer me, Gabby,” he said, pushing past my lips once more, the top of him right there at my entrance. “Do you think of my cock? Do you miss me fucking you until you can’t think straight?”

“God,” I breathed.

“I’ll make you fucking see God,” he hissed back, and then his fingers were back inside me, fucking me with a speed that made me dizzy. Over and over, he slammed them in and out of me, curling them inside me, hitting that one spot that made me insane.

“Nothing compares to you, Gabby. Nothing. Every woman since you, every mindless fuck I’ve taken just to try to forget you… nothing works. It’s always you on my mind. Always, fucking, you,” he ground out, thrusting his fingers inside me in time to his words.

I heard him drop to his knees behind me, his lips on the back of my thighs, working his way up my legs.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered against my skin. “I’m so close, and yet nowhere near close enough. I can smell your arousal, and I want to fucking drown myself in it.”

He removed his fingers from me and used both of his hands to spread my pussy open. I rocked back in silent invitation, offering him all of me.

“How? How can you ask me if I still think of you, when I think of nothingbutyou? It drives me fucking insane to think that Nico gets you like this, that he gets to have you in his bed when you belong in mine. It makes me fucking feral thinking that he hears your moans, sees your face when your pussy is stretched with cock, and gets to watch as you cum for him. But it’s me you’re thinking of, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back once more. “Please, Luke.”

“He thinks he has all of you, but I’m still in there, still consuming your thoughts, still possessing your mind, even when he’s possessing your body.”

I could feel my wetness running down my thighs now, growing more and more with every word he spoke. I don’t know what was wrong with him, what had gotten into him, but I craved his words like a drug.

“You’re fucking mine, Gabby. You’ve always been mine.”

I was just about to answer, to throw all caution to the wind and agree with him, but then he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his face.

The ability to think straight left me as his tongue lapped at my pussy, eating me like a man starved. His tongue swirled around me, dipping inside me, flicking at my clit. He was everywhere I needed him to be, all at once. And the animalistic noises he made whilst he ravaged my pussy with his mouth had me frantic, grinding against his face, needing more of what he was offering.

Just as I was beginning to reach the point of no return, he was back on his feet, the loss of his mouth making me cry out in something resembling pain.

“I can’t fucking think straight around you,” he muttered, bringing his cock back to my pussy. “I want to fuck you until you’re screaming in pain, just so you know how I’ve felt for all these years. I want to break you into pieces, watch you shatter around my cock, hearingmyname spill from your lips. I want to destroy you, just to build you back together and do it all over again.”

He rubbed his cock along the length of me as he spoke, his words sounding as though they were being dragged from him, muttered through clenched teeth. I could feel his hands shaking with the effort it took to hold back, and yet what he wanted from me, I wanted from him. I wanted him to break. I wanted him to snap and lose all control.

“Fuck me, Luke. Please. Please just take me,” I begged. “I need you.”

He slipped a hand underneath me, seeking out my clit as he continued to rub his cock against me.

“I can feel how much you fucking need me, princess. You’re coating my fingers and I want to rub it all over my skin. I want tobe covered in your scent until I’m fucking drowning in it. God!” he roared. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

He slammed his cock in me then, no warning, no warm up, just one thrust, burying himself deep inside me, his balls slapping against my wet pussy, stretching me to the point of pain.

I screamed, bringing the pillow to my face and clutching it tightly, drowning out my noises.

He didn’t move, didn’t do anything to alleviate the burn of his cock stretching me. His breathing was heavy behind me, his hands shaking as they stroked along the globes of my ass.

“You make me lose my fucking mind,” he whispered. Whispered so quietly I wasn’t sure I heard correctly. But I never got the chance to question him, because he moved then, dragging his cock out of me slowly, torturously slowly, and then slamming back in.

The noises my pussy made were almost perverse, the wet slap ringing out into the room. But he loved it. Every time he slapped against me, he let out a groan that had me clenching every part of my body.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I can see your pussy lips dragging along the length of my cock. You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking perfect. Tell me you’re still mine, Gabby. Tell me you think of me, that Nico means nothing, just fucking tell me.”

“I’m yours, Luke. I’ve always been yours.”

With a victorious roar, he shifted behind me, placing one foot on the bed, grabbing my hips, and let go.