Page 69 of Killer Love

I inhale sharply as he plants a kiss on my mound, teasing the hard throb buried underneath. The excitement runs deep, curling inside of my gut like a bag of snakes. It’s chaotic and twisted, but I feel in total control.

“Keep going,” I whisper, resting a shaking hand on his head.

Luka parts his lips and closes his eyes as his mouth disappears from view. His tongue caresses my folds, barely grazing the sensitive skin and lightning tingles my spine.

I hold my breath to keep from moaning and my thighs twitch against his shoulders. He licks me again, pushing between my slit. My mind goes blank. My temperature spikes. My vision turns white as pleasure takes me over.

“Luka…” I moan his name and I feel his lips curling as they hug my clit. “Oh, god.”

My back arches and he lays his hands on me to keep me calm, but his touch drives me even wilder. Just as I think the ecstasy can’t get more intense, Luka alters his speed and pressure and I charge even deeper into oblivion. It’s too much to take, but not enough to make me yield.

“Luka—”

Everything shakes, tormenting me to the core, but he doesn’t slow down. He nibbles and sucks and laps at me, forcing an even greater pleasure without even trying. I trust the firm hands holding me down, gripping them with all my strength.

The tension breaks in me. I flex my jaw to keep from screaming, but the climax is far too intense. Luka knows it and he opens his eyes to watch me squirm, taking every bit of my torment for himself.

I force myself to breathe as I collapse hard against his bed. My mind goes completely blank. I loosen my grip on his hands as my body comes down from it all. I cover my face as my cheeks burn red and I laugh as every emotion flows through me at once.

Luka says nothing as he climbs my body, leaving kisses as he goes, but his eyes scream with devious happiness. “Do you want more?” he asks.

“Dio mio, yes,” I breathe, fighting the cackle taking hold of my gut.

Luka laughs with me and I kiss him hard, pulling him over me to rest between my legs. I feel his bulge once more, now pressing even harder against me and I reach for his slacks. He doesn’t fight it. He lets me push them down, giving me the freedom to take what I want.

I slide them below his rear and wrap my fingers around his hardness. He inhales a heavy breath with each firm stroke I give him. He kisses me harder and faster in gratitude, pushing a steady hand between my thighs to cradle my clit in his fingers.

Pleasure for pleasure. The mutual act brings us closer and my passions erupt again. We grind together, groan together, and Luka doesn’t stop until he wrecks my body and I drip against his open palm.

He shifts down once again with an eager tongue and I turn my body to align my face with his tempting cock. Primal instincts drive me to please him as much as he’s pleased me. As he kisses and laps my core, I part my lips for him and take his sizable shaft into my mouth.

“Sofia…” He sighs with great longing. “You don’t have to— fuck—”

I suck him harder, pulling him deeper inside. He yields to it, unable to fight the surging heat of my mouth.

He returns to me and matches the rhythmic sucks against my clit. I moan around his cock as he groans into me, both of us sending fierce vibrations through each other’s bodies. His nails dig into my twitching thighs as mine latch onto his. Pain blends with pleasure, tearing both of us apart, but it’s me who crashes first.

I pull him out as I come, letting myself scream. Luka chuckles against my folds, taunting me with quick flicks of his tongue.

Finally, I press a weak hand against his forehead. “Luka, please—” I laugh.

He retreats and releases my thighs. “As you wish,” he says, grinning as he shifts over to lie beside me.

I relax in his thick arms, humming softly as he traces the edge of my arm with his fingertips. His hand dips further behind my back, but the movement suddenly stops when he feels the rough lines carved into my skin. He stiffens beside me, too kind to ask.

“It’s all right,” I say, turning onto my stomach.

Luka exhales hard with his eyes on my back. “Christ…” he whispers.

Scars. Mostly old, but the sharp sting of each one echoes in my memory.

“I wasn’t the most obedient child,” I say.

“They did this to you after I spoke to you?” he asks, the words difficult for him to say. “In the garden?”

“That was just the first time. The worst of it came later.”

He sighs as he drags his fingers down my spine. “I’m sorry.”

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