12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
Eva
An agonised sob escapes me. I don’t know why I’m crying. Being exposed? Someone seeing me? Luke accepting that my life has changed in a way he probably never expected? Licking the tears that manage to escape underneath the blindfold, I feel the bed dip, and Luke’s mouth is on mine.
My lips quiver against his as he presses them down, absorbing my emotion. “Let me in, Little Warrior.”
I suck in a breath trying to hold back the next wave of threatening tears.
“Let me make you feel good.”
My lips part when his tongue pushes against them. A saltiness coats each one, but I move my head slowly in time with his.
“Do you want to keep the blindfold on?”
I nod.
“Okay.” Luke kisses his way down my body, my back slightly arching off the bed to meet his touch. His hands slide over every curve, then he stands, and I listen as he removes his jacket, clearly placing it on a hook or something up high. Then as though the volume increased, the sound of his trousers being removed screams so loudly in my ears, I shake, the idea of him being naked in the same room as me has me curling my toes.
“Can you hear what I’m doing, Eva?”
His fingers begin unbuttoning his shirt, his feet gently stepping closer. “Yes.” God, why’s everything so loud?
“Good. When was the last time you had sex?”
My cheeks flame. I mentally try to gauge what his reaction might be when I say, “Three years ago.”
He inhales deeply, the noise of his chest expanding making me unsure whether it’s in embarrassment or lust. “I’m going to slow this right down, Little Warrior.” I hear him move to a drawer beside the bed, slowly pulling it open. “Do you use toys to make yourself come, Eva?”
What’s with this sexual interrogation? Feeling mortified, I grab for air. “Yes,” I choke, wishing the ground would just swallow me up whole. I’m so glad I can’t see him. Death by embarrassment is not how I thought I’d go. My breathing quickens, and my skin begins to mottle with a sheen of sweat.
“Then we’ll start with one of those.”
Start with? He makes it sound like he’s going to do whatever he wants to me all night long. I shudder with a mixture of panic and anticipation. This is wild. This isn’t me. What the hell am I doing here?
“Stop overthinking this, Eva.”
“I’m trying,” I say, my eyes dancing in the dark, wondering how he can tell. When I hear the buzz of a toy, I jolt, pulling on the restraints around my wrists.
“Open your legs, Eva. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
I bite my lip, my legs squeezing tighter together. Hearing him sigh, I realise I don’t have it in me to listen to such a demand.
Luke sighs again, and I hear him step to the end of the bed. The buzzing from the toy slows to what must be the slowest setting, and Luke presses it to my ankle.
Vibrations scatter to my core. Without a word, Luke trails the vibrator with finesse up my leg towards my knee. He holds it still, waiting. Waiting for me to open myself to him. “You want to, Little Warrior. Your body’s shaking.”
I moan, giving myself away. I do want this. I’m just inside my own head. Trying to relax, I let my legs go slightly slack on the bed.
Luke travels the vibrating toy up the front of my thigh, stopping it on my pubic bone. I moan again, my body curling.
“So receptive,” Luke purrs. “What if I place it here…” His hand slides to my breast, the toy vibrating against one of my nipples .
“Luke,” I pant, the warming sensation turning me to mush. Both my nipples harden.
He starts small circles around the swollen area, the pressure on my skin no more than a whisper of a touch, making me want more. “Does that feel good, Eva?”
“Yes,” I practically moan.
“Do you want more?”
I nod my head, biting my lip.
“You need to tell me.”
His words from our first night together echo through me. “Yes, Luke. I want you.”
The toy moves to the centre of my chest, before slowly journeying south. Luke presses his lips to mine in the lightest of touches, and I’m forced to raise my head to make our kiss deeper.
Luke pulls away, breaking our connection. “You’ll have all of me, Eva, I promise you. But for both of our sakes, I need to make sure you’re ready.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Ready for what?”
My nipple’s sucked into Luke’s mouth as the toy vibrates against my pubic bone. I moan, and he presses the very tip to my clit. “Before you take my cock,” I shift needily, “I want you dripping wet for me.” Luke takes my nipple in his mouth whilst simultaneously forcing the toy lower.
I have no choice but to part my legs, the trickles of pleasure making my breathing quicken.
“I want,” he starts, nipping the swollen bud between his teeth. I cry out, my knees hitting the bed as Luke pushes the toy against my clit. “I want you shaking with exhaustion.” He presses a button, upping the speed of the vibrations. “I want you begging me for more.”
“Luke!” My back arches, my hips beginning to grind against the toy he’s holding. I wrap my fingers around the restraint, pulling myself up, my head tipping back.
His mouth hits my exposed neck. “Are you going to come, Little Warrior?”
I nod.
“Use your words, Eva,” he commands .
“Yes!” I cry, shuddering, the first wave of my imminent orgasm hitting me.
He sucks, licks and nips my neck. “Fuck, Eva. You’re shaking.”
I lick my dry lips as a warm blanket of erotic pleasure, hits me like a tidal wave. It rolls over me. Wave after wave of unimaginable bliss, soaking me from my head to my toes. “I’m coming. Luke, I’m… I’m…”
The cry that leaves my body shakes and cracks the air around us. I moan and shudder, my fingers curling into the restraints with manic force.
Luke’s mouth covers mine, his tongue rolling as he brings me down.
Then I’m slack, my body sagging into the mattress, my legs shamelessly parting wide in my state of bliss.
Luke’s heavy breathing hits my face. “Again,” is all he says, before he’s scooting down the bed, each one of his palms holding my legs open for him.
“Luke, wait—”
But his mouth’s on my still vibrating clit. The first stroke of his tongue sends my head back again. “You taste how I remember. Like pure, sweet heaven, Eva.” He dips his head again, his elbows feeling like they’re resting on the bed.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, not that he’d see, revelling in every lick and thrust of his tongue. Each stroke he delivers with confidence. Every lick he does with such precision. I’m at the mercy of a man who now knows exactly what he’s doing. It turned me on before when he was clueless. But now… hearing the deep breaths of air he sucks in whilst eating me out in his oversized hotel room, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in all my life.
My next orgasm knocks between my thighs. I want to reach down and grab his hair, ride his face and lose myself in him once again. “Luke,” I say hoarsely, but he continues his mission of making me see stars. “Luke!”
Pushing a finger inside me, the walls of my pussy tighten around him.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, hips rocking. I can only imagine how hot he looks, controlling and commanding my body.
“You’re so tight, Little Warrior.” Then he pushes in another finger, a low growl escaping him as I clamp down, searing pleasure rocketing through me.
“Luke.”
His fingers begin stroking the tender spot inside me, his thumb circling my clit. “I’ve got you, Eva. Let yourself lose control again.” He presses his thumb down harder. “Show me how much you want this.”
“I want… I want to see you.” I struggle to breathe, trying to fight the urge to climax.
Luke doesn’t slow his rhythm. It’s like he’s not listening to my cry. Then I realise. “Take my blindfold off. Now, Luke,” I moan in a rush, using my words. “Let me see you. I need to see you.” My words are frantic. My voice shaking with need. A need to come. A need to see him.
He quickly reaches up, pushing the blindfold off my face.
I blink, my heavy eyes searching for him. They’re sticky, my mascara mixed with my tears, but I look down, finding his dark eyes fixed on me.
That look.
That stare.
I’ll never forget it. Desire. Need. Want. I see it all flooding behind his eyes. He’s here with me. Needing and enjoying this as much as me.
He never once breaks his focus as he dips his head and strokes one long, back-breaking stroke all the way from my entrance to my clit.
My body convulses with sheer, uncontrollable trembles. I have to drag my head up to watch him. To see the man I’ve missed all these years, bring me to another climax.
And he does. Pumping his fingers inside me, he swirls his tongue in slow, languid strokes, making me see stars. Utterly blinding, all-consuming, I’m sent out of this world with the one man I never thought I would see again.
When my eyes close and my head hits the pillow, Luke walks his body over mine, untying his tie from around my wrists. He kisses each one, checking where I’ve pulled on them. “Are you okay?” he asks, sounding as out of breath as me.
“Hmm,” I hum, briefly opening my eyes to see him above me.
He lowers his mouth, my arousal on his lips.
My arms feel heavy, but I slowly manage to drag them to his hair, steadily running my fingers through the longer strands that have fallen to his face.
He’s silent. Watching me .
I’m the only one who’s touched him. I’m the only one he trusts to touch his beautiful skin. I want to know why, but now isn’t the moment to ask. Instead, I carefully stroke my fingers down one side of his face, my eyes taking in every perfect inch of his features. Last time I saw him, he was rugged and lost. The man I see now isn’t lost. I may not know it yet, but I can tell he knows his place in the world he was once so unsure of.
My heart beats a little faster when in his eyes, I see peace. Contentment.
He lets out a breath I didn’t know he was holding.
“Luke?” He doesn’t answer. He’s just still. Staring. Holding his head in my hands, I lift my mouth, my lips dusting over his. “Give me all of you.”
His nostrils flare before he’s lowering his mouth to mine, pushing my head back to the pillow. We kiss in perfect timing with one another. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes.”
“Will you give me all of you?”
I hesitate, pausing our kiss. Giving all of myself won’t be possible the way he wants. “I can try,” I answer honestly.
“That’s good enough for me.” Kissing the corner of my mouth, Luke moves off the bed.
My arms cross above my head, but I’m given no time to simply enjoy watching him. “Up,” he orders, and I smile.
“Are you always this demanding?”
He grabs my ankles. “Always.” Then he pulls me to the edge of the bed, a shriek leaving me.
“Luke,” I laugh, trying to protest, but his hand is on my nape, pulling me to sit up.
His fingers squeeze, gently massaging the back of my neck. “You wanted to see me, Eva.”
I look up at him, my head tilting back. His shirt is still on, the buttons all opened. Every inch of his skin is now covered in tattoos. His boxers are tight against his thick thighs, his erection clearly visible.
“What do you want to see?” he asks, his other hand moving to my lips. His thumb runs over them, making them part .
I turn my head into his palm, placing a kiss on his wrist as his hand slides into my hair. “Everything.” I kiss him again, then find his eyes. He doesn’t need to tell me what he’s thinking. I can see it, clear as day.
I need to go slow.
Slowly rising to my feet, my naked front brushes against his. I lift my hands, taking my time, running them over his newly decorated muscles. I start above his hips, gliding over every bump until I reach his shoulders.
Luke closes his eyes, but I don’t remove my hands. I slip his shirt off his shoulders, my breath hitching when I see one of the tattoos across his chest, placed directly over his heart. “What is this?” I ask, not fully believing my eyes. My finger touches the edge of the image I recognise. I flinch as if it were wet paint still drying.
Luke’s shirt hits the floor. “This is the work of a tattoo artist called Heidi.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“And you know what that is, Eva,” he says, watching me intently.
I stare at the ink. “Why do you have that on you?” My voice wobbles, my bottom lip beginning to shake.
Then I look up, and he takes my hand, pressing my palm flat to his chest. “Because someone once told me, once certain birds are bonded, separating them is just cruel.”
Under close scrutiny, my eyes venture to his. “But you’re not a bird,” I laugh with a small sob.
Luke chuckles. “No, but leaving you turned out to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I had it so that you would always be with me, even if we weren’t together.”
My eyes mist, and I blink rapidly before the tears spill over. “Where did you…? How did you…?” I blink again, catching a tear as it drips.
“I memorised it.”
“But… Luke, you don’t know me. We still have no idea who we really are.”
His hands catch my face. “I do know you, Eva. You’re the woman I see in my dreams. The only face I see when I close my eyes.” He stops himself, regarding me like he’s not sure if he should continue .
I touch my hands to his chest; realising each tattoo tells a story of his life. Every one has a different meaning.
“I had to learn how to live again after I left you, but I was never able to get over you. It may not have been much, but I couldn’t forget what we had.”
Tears track their way down my face. “Get over me?” I stare at him, tears blurring my vision. “But you could have come back. Why didn’t you just come back?”
Luke sighs, his thumbs brushing my tears away. “It wasn’t that easy. There are things you don’t know about me, Eva. Things I can’t let taint your world. Not now that…” he recoils but his head drops to mine, one hand resting on the scar on my tummy. “But I want you, and as much as I have tried to live my life, I knew the moment I was coming back here I would see you again. I could feel it.”
Words evade me. My head spins like a falling plane, nose diving out of control. I sob as Luke begins dotting kisses on my neck. My hands lift to grip his arms to steady myself, my back arching into his touch.
“Talk to me, Eva,” he whispers against my skin, his arms wrapping around me like he’s never going to let me go.
Raw emotion takes over. Passion ignites in my soul. Turning my head to his, I grab his cheeks, angling his face to look at me. “I think you’re crazy,” I say, before slamming my lips to his.
He sighs into my open mouth, my sobs muffled by the sounds of our tongues lapping together. “Crazy for you, Eva. Only for you.”
“Crazy,” I say again, then his hands are cupping my bum, lifting me to wrap my legs around him. I devour his face, scrunching his hair in my hands as he holds me effortlessly.
“We still need to take this slow.”
“No.” I nip his lip between my teeth, dragging it until it pings back. “Not now. I just need you.”
Luke moans, his head twisting, his tongue mercilessly searching the inside of my mouth. “Little Warrior, I— ”
“Please, Luke. I need you. All of you. Right now.” I sound possessed. Twenty minutes ago, I was terrified to be naked in front of him, now I’m begging him for more.
“Fuck it.” I hold on tight as he removes his boxers then lines himself up, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. “I’m clean,” he tells me, anxiously watching. Waiting.
I want to lower and revel in the way he’ll feel but sense prevails. “I’m not on the pill,” I whisper, taking his head in my hands again. I cup his cheek, losing myself in him as he walks us to the drawer beside the bed.
We both smile as he bends and pulls out a condom, my arms and legs holding onto him as he effortlessly protects us.
“Quite the stash you’ve got there.”
Luke smiles. “You never know when the girl of your dreams will end up in your bed.” My eyes narrow, but I smile at him. “Next time, I want to feel all of you, Eva.”
My head pulls back, my eyes cast downward. “Next time? I thought you said you might be leaving?” He wants more than just this night?
Luke cups my face before sliding his hand into the back of my hair. “It’s you or nothing, Little Warrior.”
“Luke, but I…” I can’t say the way I feel. Can’t put into words how ridiculously insane what we’re doing is. We only shared a small moment in time with each other, but in my heart, that was all it took.
“No more talking.” Luke pulls my head to him, meeting my mouth.
Dropping me to the bed, I lie back, my arms bringing him with me. Where I need him. Together in this moment, all my fears disappear. All the worries I can’t control seem to fade to nothing.
Luke looks at me. “I’m here, Eva.” His thighs settle between my legs, still wrapped around him.
My eyes close. “I missed you.”
Scooping me under my back, he moves me further up the bed. Luke’s arms encase my head, enveloping me, protecting me. “You were missing from me, Eva.” He runs a finger down the side of my face .
When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. And I know, we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.
I rake my hand slowly through his hair, moving the longer strands off his face again.
Luke lowers his mouth to mine, and time stands still. He slowly rolls his hips, sinking himself inside me with a long, drawn-out groan pushing past his lips like he’s in complete ecstasy. He holds himself still, watching when my lips part. Luke never breaks the connection. Never once breaks eye contact as a nervous current appears to swim through him. “You okay?” He pants like this moment is as surreal to him as it is me.
There’s a burn. A pleasant sting where he delicately stretches me. “Yes.” Curling my fingers in his hair, I meet his next steady drive, feeling his apprehension slip away.
My slight moan has Luke smiling into our kiss, his body slowly relaxing. He lifts my arms above my head, his mouth now exploring my neck. Holding my hands with one of his, the other cups my breast. Then he’s wrapping his warm, wet lips around my nipple. Sucking. Licking. Flicking.
“Luke,” I cry out, when he bites down on my tender flesh. My back arches, my hands gripping his as an anchor.
His face brightens when he looks down at me, and with his next drive, there’s enough force to make my hips buck. My legs fall open wide and my heart accelerates. My body writhes under his, my breathing turning uneven.
He keeps his pace slow, the depth he manages to reach hitting all the right places. Every part of my body is overcome with him. He’s everything I wanted. Everything I needed. And he’s here. With me. Taking me to new heights.
My orgasm sneaks up on me, the telling sign of warm tingles suddenly dance wildly up my spine. I don’t have to tell him, don’t have time to say a word.
Luke lifts to his elbows, still holding my arms above my head.
His purposeful movements bring me to bliss. And he watches me. Absorbs every shudder, every gasp of air I expel as my body convulses around him.
He pants, a light sheen of sweat coating his head, then he looks down our bodies to where we’re joined. “Your pussy’s still gripping me, Eva. ”
I blow out a breath, my head falling to my arm. Luke’s hips have slowed to a stop, but I can feel my walls still clenching around him. “I want more.” My eyes spring open with my sudden, unexpected demand.
I look at Luke, and he cocks a brow. Lowering his mouth to mine, he smiles after he kisses me. “Then you need to get on all fours, Little Warrior.”
I lose my breath as he withdraws and flips me on the bed. He slaps my bum, and I look over my shoulder at him. “You want more?”
My teeth plunge into my lip as I nod.
“Up,” he says, slapping me again, one hand gripping my hip.
I push to all fours, hearing Luke growl as he runs a finger over my clit and pushes inside me.
I moan, bowing into his touch, eyes rolling to the back of my head. The delicate swipe as he removes them, leaves me craving for more.
“I can give you more, but I can’t promise not to lose myself in you.”
Pushing my hips back, I tease the end of his cock, rolling myself against him.
He grips my skin tightly, his head falling between his shoulders.
“I want you to lose yourself.”
Then he looks down and his cock is inside me. Not the tip or just halfway. The entire length of him I take to the hilt. It burns and it stings, but bloody hell, does my body curl with ecstasy. I pant, trying to keep still, trying to adjust to him.
He doesn’t give me the time. Pulling back, his hips thrust and he’s vigorously driving into me.
I cry out, my fingers on the sheets gripping tight.
“Christ, Eva.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Tiny specks begin dancing in my eyes, euphoria edging closer. Shards of pleasure edge into every move he makes, forcing my body to relax with every drive of his hips. “Luke,” I shout, wanting more. Needing more.
Thrust.
Thrust .
Thrust.
One hand grips my hair, and I look to the ceiling. His other on my hip squeezes my flesh hard. “Eva, I’m going to come so fucking hard, I need you with me.”
His hips start to rock faster. The rhythmic thud of his balls against my thighs, gets quicker.
“Eva,” he says on a desperate gasp of air. I know he’s close. When I don’t reply, he brings my back flush to his front, pulling my hair. He keeps it fisted in his hand as he turns my head to his.
He’s so deep. Every twitch, every knock, every subtle roll of his hips feels amplified a thousand times more.
I can’t contain the lust filled sighs and groans of pleasure that escape me.
Luke watches, holding me still, one hand lowering to my clit.
The moment he presses me there, I sag, my body dropping against his.
“Together,” he says, his fingers working me in a frenzy. The pressure. His tongue on mine. His smell. Every single part of this man has me melting, unable to think straight. Unable to see straight.
I lift my hand, holding his neck, letting him work my body until I’m there. “Luke!”
“Now,” he roars, and I shatter, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
And I take him with me.
Luke’s fingers flex in my hair, then he’s pushing my head back to the bed. I choke as his pleasure tears through him, his hands on my hips pulling me back to land on him.
My heavy eyes close, and he spreads my cheeks, watching as he empties himself, his breath hot, heavy and ragged. “Eva,” he breathes with a cough. “That was…”
“I know,” I say for him.
His hips slow to a lazy rhythm, and when he collapses over me, I’m rolled into his arms, my head flat to his chest, listening and feeling the steadying beat of his heart.