Page 35 of Luke's Revenge (Walker Security - Lucifer's Trilogy 3)

“Just fuck me. Please fuck me now.”

“Where do you want me to lick you, Ana?” I press.

“Do it later. Fuck me now. I need you inside me. I mean you have a lifetime to lick me all over, right? You better. And you can. Everywhere. And I’ll do the same to you, but right now—”

I kiss her, cupping her breasts, even as I grab my cock and slide it along the wet seam of her body, fully intending to tease us both. That doesn’t happen. She is so damn wet for me, and it’s so damn hot, that I press inside her. She lets out this sound that is sexy as hell—a moan that is almost a sob—like me inside her is everything she’s been waiting for, and I’m not even trying to go slow.

I drive into her, burying myself deep and she murmurs, “Luke. God, Luke.”

My name. Her lips. My cock buried inside her.

My version of heaven on Earth. Kill me now and as I said, I’d die a happy man.

Kissing her, I roll us to our sides, trailing my lips over her jaw, her neck, and her nipple. I suckle it, lick it, and repeat, my fingers sliding into her hair in a rough tug that brings her mouth back to mine. With our lips close, I drive into her, press left and right, and say, “I will kiss you all over, Ana. Many times in this lifetime, and it still won’t be enough.” My mouth slants over hers and we’re burning alive. Pressing into each other, moving together, grinding our bodies, and yet, it’s more loving than fucking.

Still, there is a desperation to us, a need to be closer, to hold on tighter, and it’s Ana who shoves at my chest, pressing me backward. Ana, who climbs on top of me, straddles me and rides the hell out of me. And she’s sexy as fuck up there, breasts bouncing, lips parted, body all over me. I hold onto her hips, thrusting into the press of her sex to my body.

She leans into me, hands on my chest, and when my fingers pinch her nipples, that look on her face—holy hell, that look. I drag her down, her full breasts pressed against me, my fingers tangling all kinds of ways in her hair, my tongue licking into her mouth.

That’s when that sweet grind takes over, the urgent pumps of our bodies, that sends us right over the edge. She stiffens and buries her face in my neck. “Luke. I ah—Luke.”

She goes still, and my fingers splay between her shoulder blades, holding her to me, her body spasming around me. I pull her down into my thrust, the quake of my body rocking me. There is nothing but me and Ana right here, right now, and when we crash into each other, melt into one big puddle of satisfaction, I hold onto her like I will never hold onto her again. I’d lay here like this forever if I could, but a weird, shuffling sound at the door has me jerking upward and taking Ana with me.

I’m on my feet, gun in hand, in about ten seconds.

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