Chapter 36
Chapter 35
Sophia
I FIND MY way into the kitchen, my mind a jumbled mess, unable to focus on anything but the lingering sensation of Luka”s kiss. It was different this time - soft, gentle, almost reverent. Like he was trying to pour everything he couldn”t say into that one press of lips. It”s thrown me off balance, left me reeling with confusion and a fragile hope I”m afraid to acknowledge.
I open the fridge, staring blankly at its contents, but nothing registers. How am I supposed to cook when all I can think about is the way Luka”s mouth felt against mine, the tenderness in his touch? It”s like he flipped a switch, and suddenly everything between us has shifted into uncharted territory.
Sighing, I close the fridge and lean my forehead against the cool surface.
Get it together, Sophia. You can”t let one kiss, no matter how earth-shattering, derail your entire day.
The sound of footsteps behind me breaks through my inner turmoil, and I spin around to see Luka standing there, his gaze intense and focused solely on me. My breath catches in my throat as he starts walking closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
”Luka,” I manage to gasp out, my heart racing in my chest. The air between us feels charged, crackling with a tension I can”t quite name.
I’m not who you think I am.
I take a step back instinctively, but there”s nowhere to go. My back hits the fridge, and Luka keeps moving forward until he”s pinning me in place, his body a solid wall of heat against mine. I can”t help the shiver that runs through me as his breath ghosts over my skin.
He reaches up, cupping my face in his large hands, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with a gentleness that steals the air from my lungs. There”s a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a silent question hanging between us.
”Tell me you felt it too,” Luka murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. ”Tell me that kiss wasn”t just in my head.”
I swallow hard, my hands coming up to grip his wrists, anchoring myself to him.
”I felt it,” I whisper, the confession slipping out before I can stop it. ”I don”t know what it means, but I felt it.”
Relief flashes across Luka”s face, chased by a fierce determination. He doesn”t say a word, but his blue eyes blaze into mine, hot and hungry. I can see the raw, animal need there, the same desperate ache that”s clawing at my insides. But there”s something more, a glimmer of tenderness, a yearning that goes soul-deep.
”I want you now,” he rasps, his chest heaving with each labored breath. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, the coiled tension in his muscles as he holds himself back.
Then he”s kissing me again, his lips urgent and demanding against mine. I melt into him, surrendering to the hunger that”s been building inside me for so long. My fingers slide into his hair, tugging him impossibly closer as his hands skim down my sides to grip my hips.
Luka lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping into his mouth as he grinds his hardness against my core. He carries me over to the kitchen island, setting me down on the cold marble surface without breaking the kiss.
”Fuck, Sophia,” Luka growls against my lips, his hands already pushing up the hem of my shirt. ”I need to be balls deep in this pussy, feel this perfect pussy squeezing my cock. Gonna make you mine, ruin you for anyone else.”
Suddenly, a thought hits me through the haze of lust. ”Wait,” I pant, pulling back slightly. ”Yulia... she”s sleeping upstairs.”
Luka stills, his forehead resting against mine as he tries to catch his breath. ”Fuck, you”re right. We can”t... not here.”
But I can see the hunger, the need still burning in his eyes, mirroring my own. I don”t want to stop, don”t want to let this moment slip away.
Sliding my hands down his chest, I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. ”So take me somewhere we can.”
A low, feral sound rumbles out of Luka”s chest, and then he”s lifting me again, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries me out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, his stride purposeful and determined.
I can”t help but marvel at the ease with which he holds me, the strength in his body as he quietly climbs the steps, mindful not to wake Yulia up. The flex of his muscles under my hands, the bulge of his cock pressing insistently against me, it all stokes the flames burning under my skin.
Unable to resist, I lean in, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the column of Luka”s neck, nibbling at his ear. He grunts softly, his grip on my thighs tightening as he fights to maintain control.
The scent of his skin, the taste of him on my tongue, it”s intoxicating, making my head spin with want. I rock my hips against him, desperate for more friction, more contact, more anything.
”Fuck, Sophia,” Luka grits out, his voice strained. ”Keep that up and I”ll take you right here on the stairs.”
A thrill runs through me at the threat, the image it conjures in my mind. But I want more than a quick, frenzied fuck. I want to savor this, to lose myself in him completely.
Finally, we reach the second floor, and Luka carries me down the hall to the guest bedroom at the far end. The one furthest from Yulia”s room, where we can lose ourselves in each other without fear of disturbing her.
He close the door shut behind us and lowers me to the bed, his body covering mine in an instant. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.
There”s no more talking, no more teasing. Just the press of skin against skin, the slide of tongues and the nip of teeth. The room fills with the sounds of our harsh breathing, the rustle of sheets, the creak of the mattress as we move together.
My legs are still wrapped around Luka”s waist, clinging to his hard body like a vine. His big hands grip my ass, kneading the flesh as he grinds me against the rigid length of his cock straining against his pants.
I can”t help the moan that escapes my lips at the delicious friction, the promise of what”s to come. But I quickly muffle the sound, remembering our sleeping Yulia down the hall. Fuck, it”s so hard to keep quiet when every cell in my body is screaming for more.
Luka seems to sense my struggle. With a low grunt, he carries me over to the empty dresser and sets me on the edge, never breaking the heated kiss. His fingers make quick work of the button of my jeans, but as he tries to tug them down my legs, they get stuck halfway down my thighs.
”Goddamn it,” Luka growls against my mouth, the sound sending shivers down my spine. ”Fucking tight-ass pants.”
I can”t help but giggle breathlessly at his frustration, even as my body burns for his touch. With a huff, Luka yanks my pants and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them carelessly to the floor.
”From now on, you”re only allowed to wear dresses and skirts,” he declares, his voice rough with arousal. ”Easy access.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. I arch into him, my head falling back, my thighs falling open in blatant invitation. Luka takes full advantage, his hand delving between my legs to stroke over my aching pussy.
”Fuck, you”re dripping,” he rasps, his fingers gliding easily through the slick evidence of my need. ”So fucking hot for me.”
I can only whimper in response, my hips bucking shamelessly against his hand. I want him so badly, want to feel every hard inch of him buried inside me.
Pushing up his shirt, I rake my nails over Luka”s muscular chest and abs, reveling in the flex of his muscles, the heat of his skin. He”s so big and strong, his body honed by years of violence and brutality. But the way he touches me, the hunger in his eyes... it makes me feel powerful, desired, alive.
With a muttered curse, Luka abandons my dripping sex to fumble with his belt and zipper. The clink of metal and the rasp of fabric only heighten my anticipation, and I can”t tear my eyes away from his hands as they finally free his cock.
He”s thick and hard, the head already glistening with precum. I lick my lips unconsciously, my mouth watering at the sight. Luka smirks, one hand fisting his impressive length while the other returns to my needy cunt.
”This what you want, Sophia?” he asks, dragging the swollen head of his cock through my soaked folds. ”You want me to split you open on this dick, fuck this greedy little pussy ”til you scream?”
I nearly sob at the filthy words, the crude promise in his voice. Fisting my hands in his hair, I pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him with all the desperate hunger coursing through my veins.
”Please,” I manage to gasp out between kisses. ”Luka, I need you... need your cock so fucking bad...”
A rough sound tears from Luka”s throat, and then he”s slamming into me, burying himself to the hilt in one ruthless thrust. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, the stretch and burn of his thick length filling me completely.
”Fuck, you”re so goddamn tight,” Luka snarls, his forehead pressed against mine as he starts to move, his hips snapping against me in a relentless rhythm. ”Gonna ruin this cunt, make it mine.”
The dresser creaks and groans beneath us as Luka pounds into me, the rough edge of the wood digging into my ass. But I barely register the discomfort, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his body possessing mine.
I cling to his shoulders, my head thrown back, my legs locked around his pistoning hips. Each thrust drives him deeper, hitting that secret spot inside me that makes sparks dance behind my eyes.
The obscene slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of his cock driving into my sopping sex, the guttural groans and filthy praise falling from Luka”s lips... it”s the most erotic symphony I”ve ever heard.
I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My nails score angry red lines down Luka”s back as I urge him on, desperate for release. ”Don”t stop,” I pant. ”So close... gonna come on your cock...”
Suddenly, the dresser gives an ominous creak, and Luka and I both freeze, our eyes flying to each other”s faces. A beat passes, then two... and then we”re both huffing out breathless laughter, our sweaty foreheads pressed together.
”Bed,” Luka suggests, already lifting me into his arms and carrying me the few short steps to the mattress. ”Before we break the fucking furniture.”
Any other time, I might have rolled my eyes or made some snarky retort. But right now, with my body thrumming with need and Luka”s skin hot against mine, all I can do is nod fervently and pull him down on top of me.
My last coherent thought before he”s sinking back into my heat and sending me flying towards ecstasy is that this, right here, is exactly where I”m meant to be.
In Luka”s arms, surrendering to the fire between us, consequences be damned.
Because no matter how wrong it might be, how many lines we”re crossing... nothing has ever felt more right.