Page 68 of Shattered Illusion

“Anything you need, goddess. Anything,” he murmurs into my skin, scraping his teeth along my flesh. My back arches up into him, the ache between my legs intensifying.

“Please,” I beg, needing him more than I need air to breathe.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he sits back on his heels, staring down at me like I’m his world. His one and only. “Are you sure, goddess? We don’t have to. I’d be happy to kiss you all night long and leave it at.”

Be still my beating heart.

Sitting up, I clasp his cheeks and pull him down, pressing my messy forehead against his. “More than anything. I want you. This. Us. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something so badly.” I debate a moment before adding, “I want you to be my first.”

Heat banks in his eyes as he pulls away and digests my words. “Your first. You mean you’ve never…” he trails off, shaking his head like he can’t believe what I’m saying.

“Never,” I murmur, heat rising to my cheeks at the admission.

“Fuck. I’m one lucky bastard.”

Those are his last words spoken as the whole atmosphere shifts in an entirely different direction. Gone are the hard, bruising kisses and the rough touches. HIs kisses have turnedsoft, sweet, sensual even. Every press of his lips feels like he’s imprinting himself into my soul. Which, in a way, he is.

His fingers tug at my shirt, and I lift my arms, our kiss breaking as he pulls it above my head, leaving me in a sports bra and joggers. They may not be sexy to most men, but Luka looks at me like I’m wearing the finest lingerie money can buy.

Luka carefully wipes the ketchup from my forehead and his before his hands flex around my T-shirt like he isn’t sure where to touch first. He must make a decision because the shirt goes flying over his shoulder before he leans back over me, soft kisses raining down on my skin as he works his way toward my pants. I suck a breath when he nips my hip bone, his fingers tucking into my waistband then drawing them down my legs.

Left in nothing but a sports bra and boy short panties, I have to fight the urge to cover myself from his gaze. I almost wish we’d gotten those things at Aly’s Lace so I would have been better prepared for a night like this.

My demigod bites his lip as he glances up at me from beneath his long lashes, and something akin to love shines in his blue eyes, but I ignore it, knowing it’s only wishful thinking. Even though I’m nowhere near ready for something as love. It’s all consuming, and I’m too much of a mess right now for someone to be in love with me.

One day.

“So tell me, goddess.” Those sinful lips tip up in a smirk. “Has anyone been down here? Touched or tasted this pussy?” He swipes his fingers across the gusset of my panties, over what I can guarantee is a massive wet spot. He has me so damn turned on, I flooded my panties at the first kiss.

I nod my head, almost scared to admit that Axel was there before him.

“Mmmm, and what did that bloodsucker do, goddess?” A slick tongue traces the band of my panties, leaving me panting for breath.

“He…he fingered me,” I choke out, squeezing my eyes shut as his tongue dips below the material, flicking softly against my skin.

“Nothing else?”

“N-no. We were inter-interrupted.” Luka rears back, staring at me with wide eyes.

“By who?” His brows furrow, waiting for my answer.

“Jasper,” I breathe.

“And did it turn my goddess on to know he was there?” He sits back as his fingers curl into my panties, slowly pulling them down. I lift my hips to help him get them over my ass, then relax back into the bed as he pulls them off completely, leaving me bare before him.

“No.”

“Liar.”

Fuck.

Strong hands grip my calves, spreading me wide open. Luka sucks in a harsh breath, his fiery gaze hot on my bare pussy. His unwavering attention makes my thighs quiver with the need to close them, but before I can, Luka drops back between my spread legs, watching my cunt clench around nothing.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he coos, dragging his nose across my pubic bone, deeply inhaling my arousal. “And you smell delicious.”

“Please, Lu,” I beg again, needing his touch desperately.

“Please what, goddess? Do you want my tongue?” He swipes said tongue through my folds, groaning as he laps up my want for him. “Do you want my fingers?” A thick appendage presses against my opening, the pressure absolutely divine. “Tell me, Bailey.”

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