Page 94 of Anything To Be With You

But I need more.

"More. I need—"

"I know what you need." Luke’s drives turn rougher. Nearly animalistic. He grips my leg and hooks it over his hip, diving in deeper.

A rumble comes from his chest.

A storm brews in my blood.

My pussy tightens.

I cannot breathe or think or do more than feel as the tension snaps and a flood of pleasure assaults me and I fall headfirst into waves of ecstasy.

His thrusts slow and his body tenses above mine. Luke drops his head to my shoulder and groans at the same time his cock pulses inside me with his release. He rolls over until I lay on top of him again.

"Damn, Archer. That was…wow." I lift my hand. "High five."

"I’m not high fiving you."

"Why not? I think we both did an excellent job not getting off too soon."

"You’re something else, Sweetheart." Luke places kisses along my sweaty shoulder, as his fingers move up and down my back, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Very." He mutters.

His fingers still on the burn mark next to my spine. I lift my head and say the first thing I can think of to get his mind off the raised skin his fingers are now moving softly over. "Wanna go for round two."

Luke’s hand flattens and he smiles. "I’d love nothing more than to go again. However, my body, it seems, has turned into a pile of goo." He kisses my temple, rolling us over and pulling out slowly.

I leave the bed and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up and go pee before my bladder explodes. I finish up and flush the toilet, washing my hands. I bring a wet cloth out with me and hand it over to Luke.

"Thanks," he says, cleaning himself up and handing the cloth back.

I toss it into the bathroom and climb back into bed. Luke tugs me against his chest, holding me close and kissing my shoulder again. I draw circles in his chest hair. "Can I ask you something?" I question.

"Of course." His fingers slide up and down my arm.

"When you look at me, what do you see?"

His fingers stop moving. "What do you mean? I see you, Sweetheart."

I shake my head against his chest. "You say that but…" I sigh. "How long will you be able to pretend you don’t see my scars."

Luke moves and lifts my chin, tilting my head back. "I’m not pretending. Your scars don’t bother me."

"Really?"

"Truly." And to prove his point, he kisses the one above my lip then the one on my shoulder. "They’re nothing to be ashamed of. It means you’ve been through hell and survived."

Oh God, I’m going to cry.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful. Scars and all."

I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "Thank you."

He smiles and kisses me again. "Goodnight, Sweetheart."

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