Page 75 of Lunar Crest University

“Finley,” he tsks, peppering kisses against my neck. His facial hair scratches against my skin, and I shudder from the sting. “Does the thought of me killing a man for you make you wet?”

Fuck yes.

And I have no idea why.

I gasp as he tugs my panties to the side and continues working my clit, knotting my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He hisses at my grip, and that only turns me on even more. I’m a pile of needy, helpless chaos in his lap, like putty in his hands.

He slaps my pussy, and I yelp.

“Answer the question,” he growls.

“Yes,” I whimper, jerking my hips in search of his touch again. “It makes me so wet.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Scooping me up into his arms, he stands from his sitting position on the bed, twirling us around as he slams me down on the mattress. My hair sprawls out across the sheets, and my skirt is hiked up to my stomach, showing off my lilac panties that are still pulled to the side. His lips part as he gazes down at me, yanking the buttons of his shirt open as he shrugs it off.

“Spanking, biting…possible murderers,” he lists off, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. “The pain. The fear. It gets you off, doesn’t it?”

My skin pricks with goosebumps as he trails a single finger down my thigh.

“Gets your heart pumping faster,” Luca continues, kneeling slowly between my parted legs.

His lips press warm kisses down my inner thigh, and my back arches slightly from the sensation. I sink my teeth into my knuckle as I peer down at him, creeping up to the apex of my thighs in an achingly slow fashion.

“Gets your blood pumping in all…” Kiss.

“The right…”Nip.

“Places.”

A strangled moan escapes my lips as his mouth connects with my clit, and my hands fist the sheets. One hand circles around my thigh to push down on my stomach as he grips my skirt, holding down my arching back, and the other teases my entrance before he plunges two fingers inside me. The assault of his tongue and the curl of his fingers turn me into a mewling mess, and I eventually find a grip on his hair once more as I force him harder against me.

“Luca,” I whine. “Yes, right there. D-don’t stop,please.”

His lips smack against my clit as he suckles me. My hips jerk in response, but he holds me firmly in place. A breathless gasp gets stuck in my throat as he adds a third finger, and my pussy flutters around him as the coil in my core tightens.

“Give it to me,Princesa,” he coaxes, standing up as he slams his fingers into me. “I know you’re right there.”

He hovers over me, sliding his free hand up my body, and just as I think he’s going to stop at my breast, he snatches my throat in his grasp. My lungs constrict as he cuts off my airway, but he still relentlessly fucks me with his fingers. Bringing his face down to mine, his dark eyes bore into my wide ones as he pecks my lips. Stars speckle my vision as the oxygen is cut off from its path to my brain. I’m so close to coming, tears prick my eyes.

“Do you feel that panic?” he whispers against my lips. “The fear sinking in because you can’t breathe? It’s making your pretty cunt squeeze my fingers, baby. I think you love that fear. You secretly love when things are out of your control, don’t you?”

I bite my lip harshly as he squeezes the sides of my neck.

“Yeah, you do.” He smiles lazily down at me, stealing my lips and taking one between his own teeth. “My pretty little slut. Come for me. Come on my fingers.”

And I do exactly as he says. The mouth on this man alone could make me come. My climax consumes me, and just as it peaks, he releases his grip on my throat. I’m gasping for air as I grasp onto him, my body shuddering as my orgasm seizes me from head to toe. The stroke of his fingers gets slower with each twitch of my body, and he presses small kisses to my face as I suck in deep breaths of air with every inhale.

I’m coming down from my high, but my body feels more alive than ever. Luca relaxes on top of me, brushing my hair back from my face as he watches me. His heart beats rapidly in his chest against me, and I realize I’m nowhere near finished. I’m the one who just had the orgasm, andhisheart is thrashing around like he just ran a marathon. I need more of him.Hoursof him.

I feel the most wanted by him when he’s worshiping me the way he does while we’re being intimate. It’s when he’s the most vulnerable. I crave those moments.

“Take off your pants,” I tell him.

His lips lift into a smirk.

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