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He rewards me with a kiss so tender I could die.
Then his mouth begins its descent. He starts at my throat, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to where my heart pumps.
“So soft,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you in Kir’s office, you know. I’ve fuckingdreamedof it.”
He moves lower, tasting the hollow of my collarbone with his tongue. When he reaches my breasts, time stops. His tongue circles one nipple slowly for a few tortured laps before his lips close around it. The gentle suction makes me gasp. Then his teeth scrape lightly and I nearly spring off the mattress.
“So responsive,” he chuckles against my skin. “My perfect girl.”
I reach for him, but he catches my wrists and pins them gently above my head.
“No,” he scolds. “Tonight is about you. Let me take care of you.”
Lukas releases my wrists and floats one hand down my body. He goes deliberately slow, giving me time to stop him and change my mind if I wanted to.
Joke’s on him: I’ll kill him if hedoesstop.
His rough palm skims past my ribs, over the dip of my waist, across the soft swell of my hip. Every inch of skin he touches feels like it’s sizzling.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses. “May I?”
It’s such a marvel to hear those words in his mouth. This brutal mountain of a man, who takes, takes, takes, is choosing toaskinstead? Unthinkable.
When I nod, he spreads my knees and settles between them. He gazes at where my thighs meet and exhales softly.
“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful, Rae.”
Then he extends a hand and, so carefully, strokes around my clit.
I jolt at first and he uses his free hand to soothe me, palm splayed warm and steady across my lower belly.
“Easy. I’ve got you. Just feel.”
His finger slides inside me and I cry out at the intrusion. Even this is a stretch. I’m suddenly terrified that I’m not ready for what’s coming.
“Shh,” he coaxes. “Breathe through it. Your body knows what to do.”
I force myself to exhale, to unclench and trust him. When I relax fractionally, he begins to move in shallow strokes, his thumb still working my clit. When he adds a second finger, I whimper.
He kisses my hip bone in apology. “I know it’s a lot,” he murmurs against my skin. “But I need to prepare you, sweetheart. I have to make sure you can take me.”
He crooks his fingers inside me and his thumb starts to blur as he passes over my clit faster and faster. I’m being wound up like a child’s toy, every gear and ratchet in me tightening, tightening, until?—
“Mm. There it is,” he growls with dark satisfaction. “Let go. Cum on my fingers, Rae. Show me what you look like when you break.”
I do. I grab his wrist as I spasm hard, bucking and moaning his name. It feels like I’m being pushed through a meat grinder and coming out as disconnected little bits on the other side.
Eventually, the force eases. As I flop back and recover from the aftershocks, Lukas withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth to suck them clean without ever looking away from me.
“Delicious,” he rasps. “Like nectar.”
Then he lowers his head between my thighs.
“Lukas!” I cry, suddenly ashamed.
Between my legs, I feel him smile. “No one’s ever tasted you before, hm?” he asks. “Good. That means this belongs to me, too.”
He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks as his silver beard rasps against my inner thighs, and the combination of sensations is too much. When I try to close my legs reflexively, he forces them wider with his broad shoulders, pinning me open and vulnerable.
