Chapter 10
Ten
Luka
I used to sleep in. Those were the mornings that followed nights of endless drinking after partying. Now I set my alarm for 5:30, so I could run or lift in the gym before training with the new recruits. It was my new routine in the castle compound. One I adopted after turning thirty. It seemed more significant than New Year’s resolutions or bucket lists. Just get up and fucking run.
This morning I made an exception. I awakened with Amara in my arms. Her skin was warm. Her lips were pink. Her body was fucking incredible. After last night, it was mine. She was mine. She always had been. If things had been different five years ago we’d be ruling the city together now. She’d be my queen. Mine.
I grinned, thinking of what we had forged in this bed. We were bonded. Bound together. We had fused our bodies into one, and it was not like anything I’d known. Amara wasn’t like other women I’d known.
She stirred, sliding her torso over my chest. God damn when her nipples brushed over my ribs, my cock ached. It was hard in five seconds, growing longer. Screaming at me to take her. She smiled lazily when she realized I was watching her.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” I gripped her hips, drawing the rest of her on top of me. I wanted her to know just how damn wild her body drove me.
“Ohh,” she whispered, sliding over my dick. The warmth of her body drove me insane.
I hissed as her hips moved back and forth. She was wet. My fingers dug into her waist, urging her to rock. Farther until I was inside her. I wanted her sweet entrance, bare. Just a taste. Just a second.
Amara pressed off my chest, tilting her hips and I thrust upward. We both groaned at the intensity. Skin on skin. She plucked her nipples as the sunlight streamed through the windows. I hadn’t bothered to close the blackout drapes last night.
“Fuck me,” I commanded as she began to ride faster. Her mouth parting with pants and coos. “That’s it. Good girl.”
But I didn’t know how long I could last watching her fuck me this way. I wrapped my hands around her waist, and with a quick maneuver, planted her on her stomach.
“Luka,” she hissed at me. I had ruined her perfect rhythm. I’d reward her in time for making the sacrifice.
I kissed behind her ear, as I caressed and massaged her ass. She began to wiggle and shake her hips as I raised her ass higher in the air. I groped her cheeks, squeezing them roughly.
“Shit,” she murmured. “That feels good.”
I grinned as I positioned myself behind her. Her head whipped to the side.
“I love fucking you, Amara,” I growled.
My cock slammed into her with a powerful thrust and Amara yelped. Her hands quickly reaching for the headboard. There was no holding back. I pounded against her flesh. I pumped in and out. She threw her hips back, matching each thrust with one of her own.
“Yes,” she cried as we lost our damn minds. “Don’t. You. Stop,” she demanded as I watched her disappear into an orgasm. The way her body succumbed to her ecstasy was something to watch. The trembling began to take over. I was going to come like this if I didn’t slow down. The condoms were in my pocket on the floor. Shit. I couldn’t pull away. Not while she was coming on my cock. Squeezing it. Coating it with heat and pleasure.
I pumped in and out. Sliding against her tight walls. Fuck. Me.
She glanced over her shoulder, sucking on her lip, watching me take her from behind. My chest tightened at the same time the base of my spine began to sing with electrical pulses. The instinct to bury everything I had inside her was hard to fight.
One gush before I was able to pull out. I groaned, fisting my shaft as I came on her back. Amara panted, slowing from the orgasm. Our bodies stilled. Our breathing was heavy.
“Don’t move. I’ll grab a towel.” I hopped off the side of the bed and returned. She hadn’t changed positions.
“Thanks,” she whispered as I cleaned her back. I followed the lines of her hips. I cupped her gorgeous ass.
“Damn, Amara. Your body…” I didn’t even know how to finish that sentence.
She rolled on her back, rolling her wrists back and forth. “Thank you?”
I chuckled, tossing the towel across the room. I crawled back on the bed to join her.
I kissed along her neck and throat. Her eyes closed and she smiled, soaking in the attention I gave every inch of her body.
“Do you think we should talk about it?” I asked.
Her eyes flew open. “About what?”
“This. Us.” I pressed up on my elbow. I wanted to be able to take her all in and to follow her expression.
“We’ve done something we’ve waited five years to do.”
“I-I—” I caught her lips between mine and aligned my body to hers.
“Don’t overthink it,” I teased, pulling her to my chest. Her skin was warm and soft. I grazed the contours of her nipples and hips.
She purred at my touches. “Luka?”
“Mmm?” I wanted to lie in bed with her all day. Get to know her again. Memorize all the sounds she could make and the movements of her body.
“Never mind. You’re right. I’m just going to overthink it. I’ll screw it up if I try to talk about it. This was perfect and beautiful. The entire night with you was the most incredible experience…” Her voice began to crack.
I nodded, making another row of kisses along her collarbone. “It was perfect.” I leaned up on my elbow. “You can’t screw it up. Not when it’s like this. I couldn’t have asked for it to be more or anything else.”
Her eyes softened with recognition. “You’re right. Again. But don’t get used to that,” she teased. “I prefer to be the one who is always right.”
I laughed. “I may have waited five years for you to say that. And it was damn worth it.”
“Really?”
“Want to say it again and see what happens?”
Her fingers lingered next to my jaw, just enough I could feel the heat from her palm. The anticipation of her touch drove me crazy. Everything about her drove me crazy. It always had from the first night we met in the pool house, to the first-time laying eyes on her after five years. She was a part of me and always had been since the first hello.
Loving Amara. Needing Amara. Wanting Amara. The desires and passions for her had felt like dreams suffocated under water and now they’d been freed to the surface. They were floating, buoyed by the truth that we no longer had to hide our feelings. Amara was my shelter. She was home. She was everything I’d always wanted. She was mine after all this time. The woman I loved was mine.
“I need to know something.”
I tilted her chin so I could look in her eyes. “What is it?”
“Just tell me you won’t go back to France. You won’t leave again.”
My eyes widened. There was a deep pain in the center of my chest. “No. Fuck no. I’m here and staying here. You know why I had to stay away and you know why I’m back.” She only knew part of the truth. She would never know the real reason.
I searched her eyes for belief in my words. For reassurance that she trusted me.
She blinked back tears that had begun to dampen her lashes. “It was a stupid thing to say.”
“It wasn’t.” I kissed her lips. My mouth covered hers. “I won’t leave again. I promise you.”
She moaned lightly as I stroked her tongue with mine. She curled her naked body around mine. I pulled her under me, the kiss becoming more fevered with each lash, with each bite until her hips began to dance wildly. I slipped my fingers inside her warm center.
“Ohh,” she moaned as I began to pump them in and out, taking time to swirl around her clit and touch so that each and every nerve-ending was on fire.
She stared into my eyes with a look of wonder and question.
“Shh.” I pressed a rough kiss on her mouth. “Just come again. For me.”
My fingers worked their magic against her sensitive bud, lavishing her swollen clit with gentle and fierce strokes until she began to unravel in my arms once again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders. She arched away from me as I pressed into her. She quivered relentlessly gasping for air and release, riding out the orgasm in giant waves.
There was nothing sexier. Nothing hotter. Nothing more erotic than holding Amara while she came.
I kissed the corners of her mouth. “I promise I won’t leave again. I swear to you.”
She nodded, smiling. “I believe you.” She bit her lower lip. “You think you can fuck me now? Please,” she begged with a gaspiness in her voice. “Promise me with your soul.”
The words hit me hard, and I knew exactly what she meant and what she needed.
I realized how swollen my cock was. Her orgasm had turned me on. The total focus and attention on her experience had been erotic as hell. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I eased my cock into her. There were no words. No sparring threats. No teasing. It was her body and mine, melting into one. I pumped in and out, in slow indulgent thrusts. My fingers tangled through hers, sealing our palms together.
“Don’t leave me. Ever,” she whispered.
“Never.” I tasted her throat and the side of her neck.
The match had been lit again. The embers stoked as I slid my cock in and out. Over and over. If I began to speed up, Amara grabbed my ass to slow me down. We both wanted it to last. To linger. We wanted to cling to time, to each other, to this bed and the sheets until we could barely breathe. I had one condom left and it seemed like it was a mile away lodged in my pants from last night.
“Amara,” I moaned, knowing I had to break apart for an instant.
She whimpered. “Get it.” She could read my mind. The quicker I completed this task the sooner I’d be buried inside her.
We felt the pain of the space and the coolness of the air as our bodies tore apart. I lunged to the floor and dug through the pockets until I found the second condom I had slipped in my pants last night. I rolled it on and climbed back on the bed.
She smiled as I moved toward her like a lion. Although, we both knew she would never be anyone’s prey. She arched her back, inviting me to take her again. There was something so raw and primal between us. I settled between her legs and slammed into her, shattering both of us with the fervor of my thrust. She moaned and I pumped inside her, feeling her warmth wrap around me. Seconds apart had awakened our appetites. It was as if we needed to relive last night all over again. I fucked her wildly and she fucked in return with the same hunger. We would slow only to hasten the pace again and then rock back to the fullness, the intensity we had always wanted to drown in.
Her eyes locked on mine and our rhythm became the same undulating wave ready to crest and surge. Crash together. Shatter together. Fall apart in each other’s arms.
She said my name over and over. I kissed her. Our bodies shook and swept us out to sea with orgasms that would have shipwrecked anything in their paths.
I felt dizzy and soothed. More alive. More in love.
We fell asleep in a tangled embrace.