Page 21 of Killer Love

He moves his hand a little higher and it disappears beneath my skirt. “I can do it if you’d rather. I want you to relax.”

I nod as my heart races faster. Luka kisses the edge of my mouth, lulling me into a sweet surrender. I close my eyes, seduced by it until I feel him touch the crotch of my panties.

I grab his hand, stiffening again. “Wait,” I breathe, my cheeks on fire. “I… I can do it.”

Luka pulls his hand away and sets it on my knee again. He looks down to watch me inch my hand beneath my skirt. I push through all the ingrained shame involved with the act, utterly floor by the desire in his eyes. My clit throbs even harder as I touch it, shooting sparks down to my ankles. I bite my lip, silencing myself as pleasure quickly rises to the surface.

“Shh…” Luka whispers, leaning closer to brush his lips against mine.

My hips push off the table, gently grinding against my fingertips, and I feel the smile grow wider across his face. Each breath fuels the heat in me, growing wilder with each rub. I open my mouth, silently moaning, and Luka traps the sound with his lips. He lays his hands on my waist to hold me steady as I climb even higher.

“Don’t stop,” he says, staring into me.

He wants me to finish, to release the deluge just begging to burst out of me. I can already feel the wetness staining my fingertips, dripping more every second, just waiting for him to enter me and fill me with his seed.

The tension mounts and he holds me tighter as the euphoria overwhelms my core. I keep silent, hiding my orgasm from all ears as I always have, but I let out a soft whimper just for Luka before pushing forward to steal a kiss from his perfect lips.

He pulls me closer to him and I feel the hard bulge pressing against my inner thigh. It’s frightening and strange but the instinct to run is nonexistent. Even as he reaches for his belt and pushes his zipper down, I keep still, waiting with throbbing anticipation.

I wonder when it will become too much. I wonder if I’ll chicken out completely and rush out of here in a flurry that will surely get us both caught.

But I don’t. The forbidden urge for him never leaves me. It blends with my fear, igniting a more powerful lust and shutting out all of my other senses.

“Sofia, look at me.”

I fall even harder into his eyes and he holds them with ease.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I answer without thinking.

He takes another step closer and I grow tense. “I won’t hurt you,” he says again. “I promise.”

I sneak a peek at his girth before it disappears beneath my black dress. He moves with experience, taking hold of my panties and pushing them aside. I feel his flesh on mine, hard and warm, as his tip burrows between my folds.

Luka stops and plants a firm kiss on my lips. The moment lasts in my mind, frozen in time as my thoughts scream loud in my ears. It’s been twelve years since I last saw him. I never even spoke to him then, but I’ve never in my life felt closer to anyone.

I hold my breath as he pushes his cock into me. There’s a sharp pain but he slides inside with little resistance, my walls slick with honey.

He doesn’t go all the way. He holds back, flexing his jaw and trembling as he makes himself go slowly for me. I force myself to breathe, counting his shallow thrusts until the pain is gone and that warm desire overwhelms me all over again.

I lean into him, inviting him to take more of me, but he stays in control.

“Deeper,” I whisper against his lips.

Luka rests his head on my shoulder and groans softly. “Not yet.”

His voice struggles through lust as mine does. I hold his hips, torn apart inside, but I know he’s right. I might regret it, but I can’t stop my desires from taking over.

“Luka…” I taste his name on my tongue and a sense of terror fills me as I realize I may never say it again.

This night, this moment.

This will never happen again.

He pushes in a little more and tears fill my eyes. His teeth rake against my neck and he leaves soft nibbles on my skin as he thrusts even deeper. I claw up his back, holding his body against mine, trying to commit every possible detail of him to memory. That salty taste of his skin, the sweetness of his tongue. The subtle smell of his cologne and that natural scent in his hair. I never want to forget anything about Luka Lutrova ever again.

His arms slide around me and he lets out another stiff groan as he cups my ass, drawing me closer to intensify his grind. I moan into his mouth, feeling every quick buck of his hips against my pelvis. Skin against skin, I feel him so deep inside, throbbing and pulsing. Soon, he will fill me. I tremble with fear and a silent prayer passes over my lips.

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