Aurora's POV. 69.
“I want to f*****g eat you, Aurora,” he said, his lips brushing my ear. “Here. Now. Hard.”
I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the edge of the counter tighter. His touch was slow, teasing, but filled with fire. He pressed closer, the heat of his body swallowing me whole.
I gasped, caught between the madness and the need. My legs tensed, heat spreading through me as his hands trailed my body with purpose.
My voice was barely a whisper. “Luther…”
He didn’t give me a chance to say more. All I knew was his hands, his mouth, his body—claiming me in a space that made my knees weak and my mind forget everything but him.
His breath was hot against my neck as he bent down—Now on his knees, gripping my thighs with both hands. Suddenly, he lifted my legs and placed them on hi
