Page 49 of Salvation

Oh my God. Luke is naked and on top of me. His glorious body is pressing against me as intimately as it can. One slight move and he’ll enter me. I can simply lift my hips while parting my thighs and he’ll slide inside.

I understand that he doesn’t want to have sex because I have sex with Gabrial.

I understand, but my body doesn’t give a shit.

My body is screaming for Luke.

Gabrial… Luke…

Right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is Luke. In this very moment, I’m not thinking about Gabrial.

Luke has consumed me.

My hands grab his face, yanking it down to mine. My lips capture his as my nails rake his scalp. I feel him shudder against me. I can’t prevent myself from intimately rubbing against him. My pussy is soaked and pulsing, perfectly cupping his rigid length. His cock head is rubbing against my clit and the more I move, the more I want. The friction is making me crazy. It’s sweet torture, though only him sheathing himself in me will completely sate my desire.

He presses down as I gyrate against him, allowing his cock to be cupped between my folds. My pussy lips are wrapped around his cock like a cocoon. My hands leave his head and glide over his back before digging into the muscles of his ass in my desperate attempt to pull him closer.

The tip of his rock-hard cock slides between my folds and rubs against my clit once more. I gasp as stars explode behind my eyes and almost come unglued from that brief contact.

“Luke… oh, Luke… please… oh please…”

He kisses me hard and presses against me harder as his tongue duels with mine and he brusquely rubs his cock head against my clit. With every movement against my beaded nub, his kiss deepens, getting more frenzied. Then, he rolls to his side, breaking the kiss and leaving me aching. It feels like I was just tossed naked into a pool of ice water. I almost cry from the abandonment of his body and the need for release.

He’s rejecting me…

I thought… I wanted…

Damnit…. Damnit to hell.

He doesn’t want to after all.

I try desperately to hold my tears in. I do not want them to fall so I clench my eyes shut and bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

He presses a kiss to the side of my head and licks the shell of my ear. A deep shudder runs through me, and I can’t prevent myself from turning my head toward him.

I don’t understand.

What’s happening here?

My voice cracks with my disappointment, “Luke…”

He grits his teeth. “Hope, I want you so fucking bad. I’m literally in pain over here and I know that you’re frustrated. I know. So am I… But I can’t… I just can’t.

“I can’t get over the fact that Gabrial has claimed you…” His fingers stroke my seam, dipping between my folds, sliding around the saturated and swollen lips before entering me and pumping inside of my yearning body. I gasp. “Here. I know that this feels like I’m leading you on and I’m sorry. I am and I want to… you have no idea how badly I want to…

I just can’t…” His finger stills inside of me.

Flopping back on the blanket, I wiggle, managing to remove his thick finger and try to grab some of the blanket to cover my nakedness… this suddenly feels wrong… dirty…

He’s right…

What’s wrong with me? Last night I was allowing Gabrial to make love to me and now I’m getting upset because Luke WON’T make love to me.

I’m a horrible person… so fucking selfish…

Luke removes my death grip on the blanket, covering my shaking hand with his. “Stop it. I can read your face. Stop it. It’s not you, Hope…

“It’s me and my head…”

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