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“No.” His denial was instant and hard.
She searched his face. The blankness had shattered. Her breath caught at the confusion she saw there, mixed with something else. His pale eyes were intent on her own.
“Alina.” He said her name in the tone that was so hard to hear but that made her yearn to hear it more. His hand moved, and she turned her face to nuzzle against his glove.
“If I let go…” Alina swallowed, closing her eyes. “If I let go, can we stay like this for a little bit?” Her fingers slid against him instead of gripping hard. Luka’s skin was softer than she had expected. She tried to burn the sense memory into her mind as her hands moved away from him to rest on the bed.
Luka sucked in a steadying breath. His hand moved away from her face to brace himself.
Her legs were wound around him. Still touching without permission. She forced them to shift, sliding down the outside of his hips until her feet could press flat against the mattress. Her knees caged him, but they were touching a lot less now.
Luka mainly just impaled her.
The thought caused her body to tighten on him below, as if trying to adjust to the invader.
Luka let out a small sound as his body shuddered, more of a gasp than a grunt of pain.
“Is it any better now?” she asked. “I’m awful. I was touching you again, even though you’ve told me so many times not to. But I’m not anymore. Well, except for where you’re inside me.” Talking always helped her. Her body relaxed further. She could feel him inside her, but the pain of it had lessened. “Does it feel good to you at all?” she asked. She used her planted feet to lift into him a little. He slid in deeper, but it didn’t hurt.
“Alina, please!” Luka cried out when his hips rocked. His eyes squeezed shut so tightly that his brows bunched. His body froze as his arms locked. “Please,” he whimpered.
It sounded to Alina like he was the one begging. “So that felt good?” she asked, lifting into him again to try to figure it out.
He forced his body to remain still this time, but his panting increased as his body shuddered again. It didn’t seem to be from pain.
The man who had raped her had enjoyed it too. Alina cut off the thought before her body could tense again. She stared into Luka’s face, grounding herself in the moment.
“Maybe we can actually do this,” she murmured. Every feature her gaze traced over was so precious to her—the visible edge of his scalp tattoo, the little scar at the corner of his eye, the dimple in his chin. It was Luka she was connected to. Luka was the one inside her. “I love you,” she told him.
Luka’s eyes opened. The peridot color appeared wet.
“I love you, Luka,” she said again. “So with you, it’ll be making love. Won’t it?”
Luka didn’t answer her. Not even with a nod. He continued to stare at her. His eyes didn’t overflow. The wetness there went away, and his jaw clenched.
“It’s not hurting me anymore.” Alina wasn’t lying. The initial pain had gone away. She didn’t feel like she had the other morning, but she didn’t hurt. “Maybe you should try the whole thrusting thing? Not too hard, though, okay? We can just test it.” She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat as he continued to stare. “I’m a little nervous,” she admitted, “but I want you to feel good. As an apology for taking it this far.”
Luka shook his head. “Not yet.” Then his gloved hand moved, and he stroked a finger against her neck.
The sudden sensation had her gasping. The tingles were barely there, but they were there. Her chin tilted up, giving him more room. His hand drifted over her skin, and the sensation grew. “I like that,” she admitted, her breathing speeding up.
His hand shifted lower on her body, finding her breasts. He didn’t hesitate to brush over her nipples. His gloves were silky smooth over her bare skin. His touch felt so different without a shirt. It was more intense as his fingers grazed her nipple, brushing her there again and again. The tingles spread over her body and multiplied. Her hips had the sudden urge to lift, because an ache was beginning to grow. Ache was the wrong word. When she shifted, there was almost a pulse of something.
Luka’s thumb and finger closed around the small, rounded bud her nipple had become, pinching like she’d once told him to do to himself. The pulse of tingles it shot deep within her was immediate and intense. He was the one to groan as she squeezed around his erection.
His body rocked against hers as he pinched and released, pinched and released. “Fuck,” he breathed out, forcing himself to stop even though she wanted more of the rocking. His eyes closed as his hand paused.
“Don’t stop,” she told him, pushing her chest against his hand. “It feels good.”
Luka’s eyes opened. As he stared down into her own, his irises seemed to contract, making his pale gaze brighter.
His gloved hand lifted away from her. Before she could protest, he brought it to his mouth and pinched the material of one finger between his teeth. Heat flushed over her skin as he pulled the glove off, letting it drop to the bed. His hand moved down to where they were connected.
His brows creased in concentration as he studied her face and stroked her down there. When he rubbed where he stretched her, her body shook. He was touching her, skin to skin, and she wanted to ask him if it was really okay, but her voice stuck in her throat as he continued his caress.
Soft little circles began to move outward. Her mind couldn’t focus on anything but those slow, searching strokes. Her body wanted to shift, and she let it, rewarded when the pulse of heat down there sharpened. She moaned as her body arched. His progress paused, waiting for her body to relax before he circled in the same exact spot, slowly at first.
She should have been embarrassed; his gaze was completely focused on her face. Heat filled her cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the heat building below.
