Chapter 17 Sage
SAGE
Luka looks down at me, his gaze sweeping over every inch of me, slow and possessive.
A low growl rumbles from his chest, raw and approving.
My nipples tighten in response, heat flooding through me as he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes, slow and deliberate.
A small whimper escapes my lips, my body burning for him.
He spreads my thighs and fits himself between them, the heat of his body pressing into mine. His mouth claims me in a hungry kiss, lips and tongue moving with a rough, perfect rhythm. I melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck as I give in to the taste and the feeling of him everywhere.
He trails his mouth down my throat, his teeth grazing the steady beat of my pulse.
His tongue follows, tracing a path to my breast before he takes my nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to pull a gasp from me.
My back arches, chasing his touch. He flicks his tongue over the peak, then rolls it between his fingers until I can barely breathe.
“I need more of you,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips still wrapped around my nipple.
He trails his mouth down my stomach, his tongue tracing a slow path to my navel. My eyes flutter shut as he presses soft, teasing kisses between my thighs before gripping them firmly and tilting my hips toward his mouth. When his tongue slides into my pussy, I lose the air in my lungs.
My fingers clutch at his strong back, nails sinking into firm muscle as he devours my pussy, his tongue working with slow, hungry precision. He alternates between deep strokes and soft, lingering licks that make my core tighten and tremble under his mouth.
His lips close around my clit, sucking hard as his tongue circles in slow, relentless spirals.
A moan breaks from me, his name tumbling out as I chase the release building fast and hot inside me.
Just as I’m about to come apart, his finger presses into my ass while his tongue plunges deep inside me.
The sudden mix of pleasure sends a shockwave through my body, white heat bursting behind my eyes as I shatter around him for a second time.
“That’s it,” Luka growls, his voice rough as he licks every drop from me.
He pulls back and spreads my thighs wider, his gaze locking on mine, hazel eyes dark and burning with hunger. I wrap my hand around his thick cock, stroking slowly, feeling the tension coil through him as I slide my fingers up and down his shaft.
“Please Luka,” I groan, pulling him toward my pussy. “I need you inside me.”
Pushing the tip of his cock between my folds, he lunges balls deep, grunting as my pussy clenches around him.
“Sage,” he moans as he thrusts faster.
I hold onto his forearms as he plunges in and out of my pussy at a frenzied pace.
“Yessss…please,” I whimper.
He lowers his head, capturing my breast between his lips while his hips keep driving into me, each thrust deep and demanding.
A moan escapes me as his fingers dig into my hips.
In one swift motion, he pulls his cock out and flips me onto my stomach.
His hand presses between my shoulder blades, holding me in place, and then his finger slips into my ass.
The sudden pressure steals my breath, a gasp breaking free before I can stop it.
“You like that, printsessa?” he murmurs, pulling his finger out before giving my ass a sharp smack that leaves a teasing sting and a rush of heat in its wake.
“Y-yes, please…fuck me,” I groan.
Without warning, he slides one finger into my ass, then another, stretching me until I’m gasping. His movements grow rougher, each thrust driving deeper.
“Oh God,” I whimper, pushing back against his hand, desperate for every pulse of pleasure he gives me.
With a deep thrust, he drives into me, hard enough to pull a cry from my throat and bring tears to my eyes. The stretch is overwhelming, raw, and perfect, and all I can think about is how much I need him, how much I want him to take every part of me until nothing else exists.
“Yes! Fuck me!” I cry out as he pounds into me, every thrust rough and consuming.
Luka’s hand slides around my front, fingers finding my clit and twisting just right.
The mix of pain and pleasure slams through me, pulling me to the edge until it feels like I’m about to dive straight off a cliff with no way back.
My back bows, and my pussy tightens around him, stars bursting behind my eyes.
“Come for me,” he growls, the command rough and final.
We fall apart together, his release spilling deep inside me as he thrusts through the last waves of it, then collapses against my back, braced on one arm, his breath hot against my neck.
Luka gathers me against his chest, the muscles of his arms tightening as if the act of holding me is both instinct and defiance.
My body feels boneless, trembling with the echo of everything he just gave me.
He doesn’t speak as he lifts me. The world tilts slightly with each step as he carries me up the stairs, his heartbeat thudding beneath my ear like a slow, rhythmic drum.
His scent surrounds me as I press closer, feeling the heat of his bare chest against my skin. When he crosses the threshold of the bedroom, moonlight pools across the sheets, shimmering in his hair. He lowers me onto the mattress, his touch careful in a way I haven’t seen before.
“Stay,” he murmurs, his hand tracing the side of my thigh before he disappears into the bathroom.
Water runs for a moment, then stops. When he returns, he’s holding a damp cloth.
He cleans me with a gentleness that unravels me, each stroke patient, reverent almost. When he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and slides into bed beside me.
For a moment, neither of us speaks. The quiet stretches, thick and intimate. Luka’s arm slips around my waist, pulling me against him until I’m tucked beneath his chin.
“You shouldn’t look at me the way you do,” he finally mutters, his voice a low rumble in the dark. “It makes me forget who I’m supposed to be.”
I tilt my head back to look at him. “And who are you supposed to be?”
His mouth curves faintly, a trace of bitterness at the edge.
“A man who doesn’t believe in softness. Who takes what he needs and never asks permission.
And definitely doesn’t keep a woman in his bed after.
” His fingers drag lazily along my hip, grounding me in his truth.
“But you…” His gaze drops to my lips, lingering. “You make it difficult.”
The confession settles between us, quiet and raw. I don’t know what to say, so I let instinct guide me. My hand finds his chest, resting over the slow rise and fall beneath my palm. “You act like that makes you dangerous,” I whisper. “But it just makes you human.”
He exhales a quiet laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You don’t understand the world I come from, printsessa. Humanity gets you killed.”
“Maybe,” I murmur, tracing small circles over his skin. “But it’s also what keeps you from turning into the people you fight against.”
His hand closes over mine, stopping the movement. “You think you can save me?”
“I think you make me feel safe,” I admit quietly. “And I don’t even know how you did that.”
His jaw tightens as if he’s fighting something he doesn’t want to feel. Then he leans in, his lips brushing my temple. The kiss is almost hesitant, but the warmth behind it makes my chest ache.
“Sleep,” he says softly. “Before I forget what little control I have left.”
I smile faintly, the weight of exhaustion pulling at me. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
His thumb traces along my jaw. “Da. I’m not going anywhere tonight.”
The quiet in his tone isn’t just reassurance. It’s a promise he didn’t mean to give. I nestle closer, my head against his chest, feeling the steady music of his heartbeat. His hand moves in slow, soothing patterns across my back until my eyes grow heavy.
Just before sleep claims me, I hear him whisper something in Russian, soft, almost tender. I don’t understand the words, but I understand the meaning. And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I let myself believe I’m safe.
Just before sleep claims me, I hear him whisper something in Russian, soft and almost tender. I don’t understand the words, but the sound of them settles through me like warmth spreading beneath my skin.
“Ty byla sozdana dlya menya.” You were made for me.