Page 3 of Don't Look Away

“No,” she says. “Thanks. I’ll go back to bed as is.”

I close my eyes and tilt my head back briefly, gathering all the strength I can muster. “Lux, listen, I can’t sleep next to you like that andnotfuck you. I’m trying hard to be understanding, but there’s only so much I can take.”

Honestly, just imagining her naked in my bed has me wondering if I should retreat to the bathroom and rub one out quickly.

To my shock, she drops the towel. “I’d be okay with that.”

I open my mouth to say something, then shut it again. My brain isn’t braining. I have no idea what to say to that, because on the one hand, I want to respect her grief and all that, but on the other hand, my balls are about ready to explode.

“You want to fuck?” I ask, still disbelieving.

She shrugs. “Yeah, why not?”

I can think of a million reasons why not, but I’d be an idiot to voice them, so I don’t. I’ve been desperate to taste a little bit of heaven, and she’s opening the gates and welcoming me in.

Walking up to her, I take in the glory that is her body. Her breasts are large, and beads of water slowly slip down her porcelain skin, wet from her hair.

The pad of my thumb brushes over her nipple, and my cock instantly twitches. It’s shocking how she can do this—something no other girl has done in my life—arouse me to the point of pain within seconds of undressing.

Her throat moves as she swallows, arching her back a little to encourage my touch. As I’m exploring the glory that is her nipple, she reaches down and unzips my pants, fumbling around with my underwear until she curls her fingers around my rigid shaft.

“Mmmmm,” she moans, tugging me gently, but firmly.

I can’t fucking take it. I have to be inside her.Now.

Scooping her up, I walk her over to the bed and fling her onto the mattress. She bounces with a little giggle, and I swear to God, that sound feeds my soul. It feeds me like nothing else ever has.

I pull my shirt over my head, then pull my cock out, cupping the heavy weight in my hand. “You want this?”

Lux rises up onto her elbows, and bites her bottom lip, nodding.

“Say it,” I choke out. “Tell me you want my cock inside you.”

She reaches up and cups her own breast, flicking her pink nipple with her thumb. “I want you, Roman.”

I’m already barefoot, so I shuck my jeans and underwear, then place one knee on the mattress. “Ah, ah. That’s not what I asked you. I asked if you wanted my cock.”

She lifts a brow mischievously. “What if I tell you I don’t?”

Moving onto all fours, I inch closer, prowling toward her like an animal on the hunt. With a smile, she leans back and pulls her legs together, bending them at the knee, shielding her entrance from me.

“I’d say it doesn’t matter. I’m going to take you anyway.”

“Then why ask?”

I place my palms on her knees and pry her legs apart. Her pussy is already wet and ready to receive me. “Because I like hearing you say it.”

“You’re depraved,” she quips back.

With one hand still on her knee, I reach between her legs and run a finger up her slit. She trembles beneath me, and I swallow hard. A violent, primal need washes over me, and it takes everything inside me not to shove my cock into her, and fuck her until she’s screaming for me to stop.

“I never said I wasn’t,” is my answer. “I come by it honestly.”

She pushes out a breath like she’s also trying to keep herself in check. “I believe it.”

I remove my hand and position myself between her thighs. The tip of my cock is just inches away from the gates of heaven, but by some miracle, I manage to control the impulse to slide into her immediately.

Instead, I drink in the sight of her, looking up at me, naked and vulnerable. She’s exactly what I want, and what I need, and the irrational part of my brain starts thinking of ways I could keep her after all of this is over.

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