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“I need you, Luka. I need you inside me.”
His eyes darken as he bites into his bottom lip and slowly, but surely, fills me with his cock.
Breath escapes me as I fight to let him. His thumb brushes my cheek. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
“Don’t stop, please. I need it harder,” I plead, and he respects my wishes.
With a sharp thrust, he buries himself to the hilt. It hurts, but it hurts so good.
There’s no fear, no grief in my mind. With a single thrust, he pushed it all out, leaving only the need for more.
CHAPTER 26
Luka
My teeth are on the verge of breaking as I grind them together to make myself give her time to adjust. She’s so fucking tight. And wet. And hot. My dick is a minute away from bursting even though we just started.
This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. She’s traumatized. And hurting. But with each thrust inside her perfect little pussy, it’s harder to care about that. Each moan she lets out drowns out my guilty conscience. Until there’s nothing but her.
I never saw her as free as she looks right now, naked and writhing under me. There’s no trace of sadness in her eyes, a look that she typically wears. No, as her chocolate brown eyes stare at me with something akin to awe, she almost seems happy.
And God, do I get it. Because being inside of her, with her legs wrapped tight around my hips, is the closest thing to happiness I’ve felt in a long fucking time.
My eyes turn glossy, and I press my lips to hers, so she doesn’t notice. She opens eagerly, letting me suck on her tongue.
“Fuck, Sophie,” I say, pulling my mouth away to look at her.
She’s a vision. Shifting my weight to a single elbow, I pump in and out of her, her pussy squeezing the life out of me. My other hand lands on her jaw, tracing it with my finger. Sheshudders as I touch her collarbone. Her tits are next, and I circle both of her gorgeous nipples. My hands travel lower, grabbing her waist, before getting to her legs. I start with her ankle and make my way up to her thigh.
The skin of her thighs is calloused, with a million small, raised scars. I caress them as gently as I can, the feel of it making my heart ache. She’s right. That’s not something I can protect her from.
But damn, if I don’t want to. Damn if I don’t want to remove every past, present, or future harm that ever comes her way. She deserves to feel like this every single day. Free, untethered by her trauma, and moaning with pleasure. I roll my hips, and she bites into her bottom lip.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” I murmur, eliciting a whimper that shoots straight into my dick. “I need you to come for me again.”
“Make me,” she whispers, and I grunt.
I thrust faster and harder, the heavy hardwood bed now hitting the wall with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck, Luka,” she groans. The sound of my name on her lips is almost too much to take, but I’m a man on a mission.
I slip a hand down to her soaked pussy, rubbing circles over her clit. Her moans get louder, her inhibitions falling apart. I drop my head to her nipple, licking an eager bud, and she slips her hand into my hair, holding me in place.
“Yes, harder,” she begs, so I nip her with my teeth. “Harder, I need it to hurt!” She sounds desperate, so I gladly obey, biting into her nipple roughly. She cries out and grips my cock like a vise.
I groan, my release following right behind.
My mind is empty as all my blood rushed downstairs to fill her with cum as deep as possible. My cock twitches inside of her and I fall down to both elbows, my head finding a place in the curve of her neck, barely holding on not to crush her with my weight.
Our breaths race while we stay like that, both of our bodies now covered in sweat. When I’m lucid enough to look up, I seeher eyes full of tears. I shoot up, but her hand wraps around my biceps.
“It’s okay,” she says, comforting me. “It’s what I needed.” She shoots me a small smile, but I see the sadness behind it.
It’s gone. That carefree look she had just a few minutes ago is gone. All the weight she carries is back, and my insides clench.
“Trust me,” she continues.
“I thought I hurt you.” My voice is laced with vulnerability I typically share with no one.
