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Her voice deepens my desire, kindling my thirst like fire doused with fuel. I haul her against me, our panting bodies flush against each other.

Last time I was too blind to know the precious gift I was holding.

I won’t make that mistake again.

Chapter12

Adeline

Luke lifts me up, letting me wrap my legs around his body. I throw my head back while he plants kisses on my body through the sweatshirt, walking towards his room. He kicks the door open, approaches his bed and gently sets me down.

Stepping away from me, he undresses, his eyes never leaving me. I worship every inch of skin as it’s revealed, nothing but his naked body spiking my arousal. I don’t know if he can spot the hunger in my own eyes, but the desperation to have him fucking me is raw, like I’m a tigress waiting to devour my prey.

He moves towards me and brings my hands to his butt cheeks, his throbbing cock facing me. My fingers dig into his ass, squeezing gently. Then I place a kiss on his abdomen, just above the scanty clump of hair on his pubic region. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him.

“No, not tonight,” he says, his voice gravelly. “Tonight is about me worshiping you.”

Luke pushes me to the bed and spreads my legs. I moan softly, gasping at each brush of his lips as he makes his way to my pussy.

My back arches off the bed when his tongue touches me. There.

“You’re so responsive,” Luke rasps, his words just as thrilling as his touch.

“Luke,” I half-gasp, half-whine, not entirely sure what I’m asking for.

“I’m here, Addy. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

His tongue delves into me, shooting ecstasy inside me and releasing it like a burst of fireworks. Then he’s devouring me, long strokes up and down, pressing down on my clit each time he reaches it. Each primitive lick spits me into an impossibly higher level of pleasure. My hands shoot to his head, wanting him to stop. Needing him to keep going.

On the next pass he pulls back an inch, hot eyes boring into me as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I almost buck off the bed as an orgasm rockets through me.

“Luke!” I cry, shuddering with each ripple that steals my breath. The sensations grip me, consume me, eat me alive.

“Mine,” Luke growls, climbing over me.

With one swift move, his hot cock impales me, triggering another orgasm. An impossibly more powerful one.

I hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounds into me, the rhythm of his frenzied thrusts becoming the rhythm of my pleasure. I’ve never been so…full. So complete.

So in tune with another.

Luke roars as he comes, pumping over and over and over. He gives me everything he has. He claims me with jagged, out-of-control thrusts.

And when the final shudder rips through him, he collapses beside me and draws me in close.

As I curl into his heaving chest, I’m certain of what this is, of what we are.

It’s everything I want. Luke is everything I seek.

And yes, I’m his.

* * *

Iopen my eyes to an unfamiliar, white-washed ceiling. It’s day and scattered rays from the morning sun filter into the room through the open window.

I’m wrapped inside a bedspread that doesn’t smell like mine. A man’s hand is across my waist, the smell of sweat clinging to his skin. His breathing slips into my ear—slow, soft, his body rising with every inhalation. I glance in his direction, seeing his full frame sprawled out on the bed.

Luke.

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