Chapter 45
CHAPTER
FORTY-FIVE
LUKE
“If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word.”
“I trust you.”
Trapping her gaze with mine, she triggered a carnal reaction from within my core.
Her lips were swollen and red.
Her skin warm and flushed.
Her hair tousled and flowing loosely all around her gorgeous face.
I released her wrists, pulling back a few strands of her hair away from her eyes, wanting to see the truth in her eyes.
I held her face between my hands. “I’m out, baby… I’m done with that life.”
Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”
“Your brothers now own my territories.”
She lightly gasped. “Are you for real?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Did you do that for me?”
“No, I did it for me. You were right about everythin’ you said. I’ve been given another chance even though I’m the last man to deserve one. I want a life with you. A normal life with you.”
“Define normal?”
“You know…” I kissed her. “I’m not gettin’ any younger.”
“What are you sayin’?”
“I want the future with you. A white picket fence, maybe a dog, but not one of those pussy dogs, yeah?”
I laughed against her lips. “I like this plan. What else you got for me?”
“I want a little girl who looks just like you. How do you feel about that?”
She considered it for a second. “I’ve never given it much thought.”
“Then, darlin’, I suggest you start thinkin’ about it.”
She beamed. “I can do that.”
“What about a diamond on your ring finger? You like that?”
She shrugged, teasing, “Depends on the size of the diamond.”
I spanked her hard, making her yelp.
“What about you takin’ my last name?”
“Hmm…” she hummed across my lips, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Sloan Duchess Jameson, it has a nice ring to it.”
“I thought so.”
“Can you make love to me now?”
I didn’t have to be told twice, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She stirred, melting into my touch. We kissed for what seemed like hours, just entangled and exploring each other’s mouths.
In one rough movement, I turned her around to face the glass before I slowly kissed along the back of her neck, causing shivers to course down her spine. I stopped for a second when I reached her back tattoo. The one with the raven flying away from the antique key.
Without asking, she shared, “It’s the key from the house we always went to every summer. The birds signify us being free there.”
I smiled, kissing my way down her spine as she continued to tell me what all her tattoos meant, which was the second-best thing she ever shared with me. I could feel her chest rising and falling. Her hard nipples firmly pressed against the foggy glass.
I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already splitting at the seams for me.
“Luke,” she panted with need.
With want.
With desire to own every last inch of her body, heart, and soul.
That was my undoing.
I dropped to my knees.
Dying to taste her.
I sucked her sensitive clit into my mouth until she was completely at my mercy. Responding to every sensation my tongue was inflicting. The addicting scent of arousal mixed with the sweet smell of her pussy.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I ordered, looking up at her.
Through a heated stare, I placed her thigh on my shoulder and slid my tongue into her cunt.
“Luke…” she purred out my name, fisting my hair, using it as leverage to stay upright.
I made love to her with my mouth.
Licking.
Sucking.
Eating away at her
Fucking devouring her.
I worked her clit side to side and up and down as she rocked her hips in a back-and-forth motion against my lips and tongue. She was going to rip out my hair, making my cock throb so fucking hard. I started to fuck my fist until she came down my throat and chest.
I watched her unraveling from the inside out with cum dripping down my face. Possessing every last fiber of her being, I made her come again.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“It’s yours, it’s all yours.”
“One day, I’m gonna fuck your ass, but tonight…I’m going to make love to you first.”
I stood. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I turned off the shower, and carried her back to my bed. Laying her down, I hovered above her. Placing my muscular frame on top of hers, I caged her in with my arms.
“I’ve been waiting for this all day. Now beg for my cock.”
Through hooded eyes, she gave me what I craved. “Please…”
“Good girl.”
Needing to bury myself inside her, I longed to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. It’d been too long, but it had never been about sex to me. She was worth her weight in gold, and I’d spend the rest of my life proving that to her.
“Please…” she shamelessly begged, and I filled her with my cock.
I kissed her all over her face.
Her neck.
Her breasts.
Back to her lips again.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I had to watch her.
“Look at you,” I praised. “Takin’ my dick so well.” Sliding my hand between our bodies, I began rubbing her clit. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
She was warm.
Wet.
Delicious.
Every moan that escaped her lips.
Every thrust of my dick against her G-spot.
Every clench of her pussy.
Stirred down to my balls.
I rested my forehead on hers and stared into her glossy, hazed eyes.
Our hearts pounded.
Our skin was still wet from the shower.
Our lungs completely out of breath.
Vanished in our abandonment.
In our own world.
“Yes…” she moaned.
“You’re such a good girl…”
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, encouraging me to go faster.
Harder.
“Yeah, baby…”
I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a fucking vise. Grasping onto the back of her neck, I wanted to bring her closer to my face. Our lips found each other, no longer having any control over our movements.
“I love you, Luke. I love you so much.”
“Come with me, darlin’.”
Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high, waiting. I felt her pussy throb against my cock, pulsating long and hard.
Her coming was my undoing.
I followed her over the edge, releasing my seed as far back in her pussy as I could. Both of us were trying to catch our breath. Kissing her again, I couldn’t get enough of her.
For the rest of the night, I held her in my arms.
Finally feeling like she was mine.
I knew our life wouldn’t be easy, but all that mattered was that we’d be together. Nothing could break us apart. I wouldn’t let it.
The truth was, I went to hell and back for Sloan Del Toro. Always knowing that she was…My salvation like I was hers.