Page 93 of Anything To Be With You

Luke grins. "Same."

He hits me with a hard kiss. This kiss turns my insides into a ticking bomb of excitement. Desire swims through my veins, adding to the intense pressure inside me. Dear God if I don’t get Luke inside me soon, I might explode. He slides his lips down my jaw. Biting. Kissing. Licking. Turning me inside out. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and my back arches off the bed.

"Fuck, Luke. Keep doing that." I purr.

Luke pulls back and looks down at me. His eyes roam over my naked body. The way Luke stares at me, makes my breath catch and not in a good way.

"What?" I ask as I start to get self-conscious about my scars and soft, round belly.

"You are a Goddess."

My body flushes from my hair to my toes. "I have a mirror, Archer. I know what I look like, and a Goddess isn’t it."

"You’re beautiful, Dani."

No man has ever told me I was beautiful. They could never see past the scars. Luke lowers his head and kisses me, gliding his tongue over my lips and asking for entrance. Hunger and another emotion expand in my chest almost bursting through.

"Luke," I moan against his lips, and he rolls, settling me on top of him.

"Ride me," he growls.

I hesitate. When I’m on my back, gravity works its magic and holds everything down. But when I’m on top I look like a gelatinous blob.

"You’re overthinking this, Sweetheart."

"I’m not—"

"You’re beautiful, striking, stunning, breathtaking, magnificent," he props himself up on his elbows. "I want to see you come. I want to watch your face as you bring yourself pleasure using my cock." He kisses my neck. "I need you."

A man has never said he has needed me before. Not like this.

Confidence like I’ve never felt before washes over me and I sit up. I lift my hips and grab his cock with one hand, stroking it once before placing it at my entrance. Luke pulses in my hand and I press down. Gasping as his cock presses further inside me. I still, letting my body adjust to his size.

Luke grasps my hips, "you okay?"

"Give me a minute. It has been a while."

When my body relaxes around his cock, I start moving slowly on top of him. I dig my nails into his chest for leverage as I roll my hips against him.

"Fuck, Sweetheart. You are so tight," he says through clenched teeth.

I sit up and circle my hips. His fingers dig into my hips and I moan.

Loudly.

The room spins and I’m on my back. "Not fast enough." Luke mutters and takes over.

The hair on his chest brush against my hard nipples and my head kicks back. Breaths puff out of my mouth in short quick bursts.

"Harder."

The quick thrusts tears a cry from me. I grip his arms, digging my nails into the hard muscle.

Deeper.

Harder.

Faster.

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