Page 69 of Shattered Illusion

“All of it,” I whimper, shifting my hips, wishing he’d give me what I crave.

“As you wish.”

I cry out when his finger pushes into my channel, the slight scrape of his nail along my walls heightening the euphoric feeling. Shoving up on my elbows, I look down, watching Luka as he watches me back for any tells. Almost immediately, he hits the same deep spot Axel did, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Mmmm, there it is.” His fingertip brushes across that spot over and over again until I’m trembling from head to toe. “Such a tight little pussy, too. I’ll have to stretch you out so I don’t hurt you.” His finger retreats, leaving me feeling empty, only to rip a groan from me as he replaces the one with two. “So tight. So perfect. Fuck. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Everything turns hazy when his mouth joins the mix, licking, sucking, and nibbling at my clit. Intense pressure builds as he scissors his fingers inside of me, the delicious stretch sending me soaring toward the clouds.

Teeth scrape across my clit before Luka murmurs, “Come for me, goddess.” And I do. It’s like my body was waiting for his permission before it sent plummeting to the ground from the heavens.

My cries pierce the air, Luka’s name a reverent chant leaving my lips over and over again.

“That’s it, goddess. Give it all to me.”

Tears of bliss fall down my cheeks as I squeeze my eyes shut, whimpering as his wet fingers slip out of me. His name quickly becomes a plea as he replaces his finger with his mouth, cleaning up the mess he made between my thighs.

Everything becomes a little too sensitive, and I clamp my legs around Luka’s head, gripping his hair and pulling until he getsthe hint. As soon as he does, he crawls up from between my thighs, a satisfied smile gracing his face.

My breaths are harsh as I work to get my breathing under control, but it’s no use. Luka quickly steals my breath for his own as he crashes his lips against mine, which I return with just as much fervor. The kiss is messy. Dirty. And I can taste my own arousal on his tongue. It should disgust me, but it doesn’t. It turns me on so much more knowing he wanted to share it with me.

The harsh kisses turn soft once more, and my soul practically cries out to be joined with his. To make us complete. One single entity.

“Goddess,” he murmurs, dotting a few more kisses to my nose, lips, and cheeks. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you. I’m more than content with what we did.” I rear back, not expecting that. Doesn’t he feel the same all-consuming need to come together I do?

“Please don’t stop, Lu. It hurts so badly.” I rub my breastbone right where it feels like my soul is reaching out to his, ready to tear from my body to get to him.

“Fuck.” He rubs the same spot on his chest before his movements become frantic, divesting himself of the rest of his clothes and the one remaining piece of cloth covering my body. “Holy hell. You’re absolutely stunning, goddess.”

Heat sweeps across my chest and rises up into my cheeks at his words. Ever since I’ve gained my runes, I’ve felt like less than in comparison to others. No longer do I have the smooth, unblemished skin. Now I’m covered literally, almost head to toe. I could barely look at myself in the mirror because of it. But now? With how Luka stares down at me like I’m a real goddess, as he calls me, I’m starting to see them in a different light.

“We’re going to take this slow, goddess.” A foil wrapper pops into existence in his hand, but I’m too choked up by the sight of the thing between his legs to question where it came from. He’s large. No. No. I don’t think large fits what he is. Massive. Yeah, that’s a better description for what he’s planning to impale me with. Slow or not, that’s going to hurt.

He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth before slowly rolling the rubber down his impressive cock, and I know I should be scared. Frightened even that he’s going to split me in two. But he wouldn’t be my soulmate if I couldn’t handle it.

“Ready, goddess?” He gives himself a few pumps, squeezing the large mushroom tip in his fist.

In answer, I spread my legs once more, inviting him to take what’s his.

He climbs back onto the bed, his movements slow as if he’d scare me away if he moved too fast. But I’m not going anywhere.

Luka settles over me once more, pressing his tip to my entrance as he looks deep in my eyes for any sign of hesitation. When he sees none, he gradually inches his way in, taking his time. But no matter how easy he tries to go, it won’t stop the hurt when he breaks through my innocence.

“Breathe, goddess.” The air expels from my lungs in a whoosh, and a harsh cry tears through my throat as Luka takes that moment to thrust all the way in. He quickly gathers me in his arms, shushing my cries and kissing the tears on my face as he holds my trembling body. “Such a good girl. You took that so well. Only a moment longer, I promise.”

The burning ache between my thighs subsides just like he said, and I start to squirm in his hold, ready for him to move.

He must realize this as he pulls out, the delicious friction from his retreat making me moan low in my throat. Then he thrusts back in, only faster this time, bottoming out inside.

My nails find purchase as I cling to his back, needing him to ground me to this moment. If he doesn’t, I may just fly away with the emotions soaring through me.

My magic starts to bubble under my skin, heightening every feeling, every touch, every kiss tenfold. It seeps from my pores, becoming a tangible entity as it dances around our grinding bodies.

“Shit, goddess. You’re so damn tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Luka flips our bodies, somehow keeping himself inside of me. Instead of lying down, he remains in a seated position with me on his lap. He feels ten times deeper than before like this, and it pushes me closer to that edge of the mountain I’m desperately climbing.

“That’s it, my beautiful mate. Just like that.” His large hands span my hips, helping to guide me along as I get more comfortable with this position. “Fuck. You look like a queen riding me.”

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