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“Ready, baby?” Lukas asked, voice scraping.
I nodded against the sheets, reaching back with one hand to grab onto his wrist while the other pressed into the headboard.
Lukas pushed forward, letting out a strangled, “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
He worked himself in with slow strokes, each inch of him lighting me on fire. I wanted him hard and fast, but this was necessary. Because he was huge, and I was already clenching with the threat of orgasm again. When he was fully seated, his hips pressed against my ass, we both let out broken sounds.
Regret burned my throat because this was too fucking good. Too intense. My head thrashed side to side, my body rejecting the possibility thatthiswas what we’d been missing.
“Oh, come on, Daph,” Lukas said, dragging a hand down my spine as he rolled his hips in another stroke. “You knew it was going to be this good.”
“It’s better,” I choked, cut off by the force of a thrust.
With every punch of his hips, the fire he lit in my veins grew, wiping out all semblance of sanity I had until he’d turned me into a writhing mess beneath him.
And the second Lukas reached forward and wrapped my hair around his hand, I felt tears spring to my eyes. I was hanging off the cliff of release, white hot pleasure cracking my chest open and ensuring that I’d never be able to replace Lukas.
Not that I’d ever wanted to.
The pace was punishing, but I needed more. “Harder,” I begged.
With a low growl that sent my skin prickling, Lukas drove his hips in more forcefully, hitting a spot inside me that was so right my moans were replaced by helpless, pleading whispers.
“You want to be punished, huh?” Lukas asked, digging his fingers into my skin. Fuck, had his voice ever sounded so good?
“I deserve it.”
Lukas stopped abruptly, and dread poured through my skin like molten lava. Until he moved an arm around my middle and pulled me flush to his solid chest.
“You know what I think you deserve?” Lukas pressed his mouth right to my ear, pouring the words in while he kept me glued to him. His hips were rolling his cock into me in shallow strokes.
“What?” I turned my head, bringing our mouths level. Almost helplessly, I pressed my mouth to his, dragging my tongue over his bottom lip. As if in retribution, Lukas brought the hand kneading my breast up to my throat, pressing me even closer.
“I think youdeserveto come over and over again until you’re begging me to stop. I think youdeserveto take me hard because you’re the perfect fit. How about that?”
I nodded, all words lost when he had me caged like that, still pressing up and into me. With a contented groan, Lukas started moving more forcefully. Sharp, wicked snaps of his hips that had a scream catching in my throat.
It didn’t stay there for long, because Lukas snaked his other hand down my stomach to press into my clit, moving in small, quick circles that balanced the edge of pleasure and pain so well I didn’t know whether to arch away or press down harder.
Harder it was, because there was nothing else to do when my head rolled back onto Lukas’s shoulder, and I got a glimpse of his face. His mouth was open, taking in heaving breaths that released on low moans. His eyes were focused with a single-minded mission to fulfill his promise.
To make me come until I begged him to stop.
My release almost took me by surprise. I was so close for so long and mildly distracted by the look of pure bliss on Lukas’s face that when I tumbled over and my orgasm lit my chest, I released a shocked whimper.
Lukas grinned, but didn’t stop for a second, not as I started to squirm and arch as my throbbing, sensitive clit demanded a second of rest.
But I’d asked for this, so I tried to relax and relish in the feel of Lukas’s fingers and his cock sliding in and out in hot, wet strokes. Lukas’s eyes lit when he felt my muscles loosen. “Smart girl,” he growled into my ear.
I was feeling pretty fucking brilliant.
Because there were few things better, I realized, than watching Lukas as my body made him lose control. He jerked forward, bringing us closer as his hips snapped up in long, brutally hard strokes and his release hit him.
The feeling of him pouring into me had me grabbing his arms for strength. When he came down, we were both breathing heavily, holding onto each other like a life raft in the middle of an ocean storm.
“I love you so fucking much,” Lukas said, his mouth pressed against my hair. “Maybe even a little more after that.”
I laughed, sounding genuinely happy. Because I was. “Definitely after that.”
