“I’ll replace everything.” He kissed the skin just above her knee next to the hem of her dress. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give you.” He kissed a little higher. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“Luke …” she moaned as his tongue brushed along her skin.
“Now, do you trust me?”
She met his piercing gaze then looked at the scissors he had ready to slash her dress. He was it. Luke was absolutely, unequivocally, her everything. Swallowing hard, she nodded.
He sliced up the middle and she closed her eyes. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and so fucking seductive all at the same time. With the last cut, her dress was nothing more than scraps of material beneath her. Three snips later her bra disappeared, and two after that her panties followed suit. He’d cut everything but her.
“Open your beautiful eyes.”
She blinked them open. The scissors were gone.
“You’re—”
Her chest vibrated with a nervous laugh. “Don’t be cliché, Jones. Whatever you’re going to say, make it count because I’m so far out of my comfort zone I could rip off my own limbs just to escape.” She was nervous, scared, aroused, and in love … in so much love.
“You’re—”
“And don’t make it sweet or sentimental, not with me tied to my own bed.”
He smirked. “You’re—”
“I swear to God, Jones … if you make me cry and rob me of my last bit of dignity with some you’re-so-beautiful-you’re-the-mother-of-my-children bullshit I will break your cock. Do you understand?”
He ran his finger along the instep of one of her feet. She jerked. Then he did it to the other, eliciting the same response. Leaning over the foot of the bed, he rested on his elbows, his face inches away from her sex. She tipped her chin down to see him, all four restraints pulled taut in anticipation.
Luke grinned. It was filled with mischief. He kissed the inside of her thigh. “You’re …” he kissed the other side “…going to get thoroughly fucked.” Slyest. Smile. Ever.
“J-Jones!” she cried, her body arching from the bed as his mouth covered her.
Luke hummed against her sensitive flesh. The need to make him bleed was building with fury. He was in complete control. The vulnerability threatened what little sanity she still had.
“Too much … I-I can’t.” Her heart pummeled against her chest, driven by fear. She fought the pleasure that peaked in waves, growing in intensity.
“Kiss me, please …”
His hand replaced his mouth—two fingers slid into her as his palm pressed against her clitoris.
“Kiss me!” she demanded between labored breaths.
“I am,” he murmured over her skin as his mouth drifted along her body, paying a beautifully, torturous homage to every inch of it.
“This … this is a bad idea.” Her voice broke under the duress of pleasure poisoned with a crippling anxiety.
He flicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Oh God … stop … my mouth … I need your mouth on mine.”
He squeezed her breast—sucking, biting, and moaning.
“Now!”
He laughed. The bastard laughed. “My God, I love you. I know this is killing you, but I’d rather you feel tortured with need than with guilt.”
She writhed beneath him as his fingers brought her closer to losing all control.
“Kiss me.”
“Not on the mouth,” he whispered in her ear.
“I won’t bite you.”
“You will.” He dragged his tongue down her neck.
“Fuck … no … stop. I can’t come.”
He’d stripped her of nearly all physical control. She’d completely shatter if he took the rest.
“Please …” A lone tear slid down the side of her face.
“You can and you will. You’ll give me everything” He slid his fingers out and sucked her clitoris.
“No!” The posts to her bed creaked in protest as she jerked against his warm, wet mouth—losing everything. The pleasure was so. Damn. Painful. Hot tears spilled over and bled down her cheeks.
He sat up, kneeling between her knees. She blinked out more tears as he slid down his pants and briefs. Grabbing his erection he pumped it a few times giving her a look so dark and chilling she shivered.
“I’m going to take you the way you took me—by surprise, relentlessly … completely.”
Beyond the steely eyes, the hard lines of muscled flesh, and the promise of more pain and pleasure that he pumped just inches from her sex, she saw so much love and adoration it sent a flood of more tears rushing down her face. Closing her eyes, she nodded.
“Ung!” She groaned as he lifted her hips and pushed into her with one quick thrust.
“Fuck,” Luke moaned, pausing a few seconds.
Her breaths came quick and shallow as she waited and waited … and waited.
“Jessica?”
She opened her eyes, first looking at the sexy-as-fuck sight of him completely impaled in her. Then she met his gaze.
“I need you to acknowledge that this is happening … that we are happening. I need you to feel me, see me … trust me.”