As for Lukas… Even fully clothed, there’s no hiding his desire. Those pupils are wide open like the gates to hell, blacker than black, drunk on lust. One peek at his crotch shows that he’s bulging so hard it’s a miracle he hasn’t ripped his slacks wide open. Those hands are still shaking to match my tremors, and the breaths escaping his lips are more like strangled grunts.
I clearly don’t want to stop.
He clearly doesn’t want to stop.
And yet here he is, pausing to make sure I’m okay, and ready, and willing.
The courtesy of it. The care. I melt in a way I’ve never melted before.
I shake my head frantically and reach for his belt. “Don’t you dare stop,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from crying out his name. “I want all of it, Lukas. All of you. The beast and the man.”
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