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His head raised further up me, trailing along my stomach, his hands pushing the hoodie further up until it was around my neck.

I sat up slightly, pulling it over my head and threw it to the floor before lying back down, completely naked and exposed.

He expelled a harsh breath and lowered his head once more. I watched in fascination as he continued worshipping me with his tongue.

He lathered along my stomach and then up my sides, making me gasp and hiss as he nipped under my rib cage. He traced along the curve of my breasts before gliding down the middle of them. He grabbed my arms and raised them over my head, pinning them there as he shuffled his body upwards, laying it over mine and then nibbled his way down my sensitive sides.

I was powerless to do anything but watch—and enjoy.

He took his time with me, making sure he worshipped every last inch of exposed skin. His teeth nibbled, his beard scratched and his tongue dampened. That alone was enough to have me a panting mess. But when he followed it up by blowing on every last bit of exposed skin, shocking me with the coolness of his breath, making me shiver in response… I was lost.

We’d had a lot of sex over the years. We’d had slow, passionate sex. Hard, rough, fast sex. Sex that almost felt more like fighting than fucking.

But this?

He’d never given me this before.

He’d never driven me to the point of madness with longing. He’d never slowed everything right down to the point of pain. Never taken endless minutes simply licking and tasting my skin.

And then he raised up, his weight on his hands as he hovered above me. He looked into my eyes for long moments before scanning my face—no doubt seeing the blush in my cheeks, the heavy breaths expelling from my lips.

He smiled softly before lowering his head to my neck.

“Wow,” I whispered under my breath as his lips repeated the same treatment the rest of my body had received.

He nibbled on my collarbone before licking and kissing his way up my neck. His tongue swirled around my ear, biting down gently, his heavy breath in my ear sending endless shivers down my spine.

He lowered back down my neck and licked along my throat before continuing up the other side.

And then he was kissing along my face. Small, gentle kisses along my cheeks, one to my nose and then eventually—finally—down to my lips.

Tears sprang to my eyes as he kissed me with a sweetness that was the complete polar opposite of earlier. This kiss wasn’t devouring me. This kiss was a caress. A promise.

I kissed him back, my lips lingering on his, my arms moving from above my head to wrap around his neck, my fingers scraping along his skin.

“Luke,” I whispered against his mouth, holding him tight against me.

He laughed against my lips.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“That’s what I was waiting for. Call me Vienna again when I’m about to fuck you, and I’ll torment you like this all night long.”

“You…!” I slapped his bare back once, twice, and was just about to do it a third time before he jumped off the bed and stood next to me.

All thoughts of violence left my mind as he pushed his trousers down his hips, standing completely naked for me. I swallowed heavily as he kicked them away, my eyes locked between his legs and the hard, thick cock that was standing proudly.

“Gabriella, you’re killing me,” he groaned.

“What?” I asked, practically licking my lips.

“Keep looking at me like that and I swear to God I… Fuck me,” he breathed.

I hadn’t waited for him to finish.

I pushed myself to my knees and flipped in front of him. Shuffling to the back of the bed, my ass high in the air, my face against the mattress, I offered myself to him, silently and completely.

“Is this better?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder, biting down on my lip at the almost feral look on his face.