Going slow was . . . strange.

I was hopelessly out of breath and trembling, unsure whether or not I could go on, but like everything else, I wanted to be good at this. A slow hiss crept out of Luka as I took another inch inside me. My hands gripped his arms ferociously. What did his hiss mean? Did he like it? My gaze connected with his, and time froze.

He’d said I stared at him like I wanted Luka to do bad things to me, and now I was seeing that same look from him. His eyes were filled with profane desire, and they were a loud plea for everything I could give.

“Fuuuuck,” he uttered when I’d made it all the way down and he was fully seated inside my body. His expression twisted with lust, focused only on me. It was crazy how he made me feel. He acted like all of my inexperience was a benefit, not a drawback. He was eager to show me more.

My breasts flattened against his chest and he reached up, tucking a wayward lock of my hair behind my ear. His fingertips lingered, skimming down over my lips. When he lifted his head up to bring our mouths together, he began to move, pushing his dick deeper.

Oh. My. God.

His mouth was fire and passion. All of his kisses before had been a warm-up and this was the big show. He’d drugged me on Friday night, but his kiss this morning was far more potent. I moved my lips against his, seeking his tongue, and moaned when he took control. His hands on my waist encouraged me to rock back and forth.

The slow, deep penetration was shocking, not just in sensation, but in how much I enjoyed it. His dick was so hard, and it felt . . . good. The contact of his body both inside and against mine was much more pleasurable than I’d expected.

“Do you like this?” I asked him between two painstakingly slow thrusts.

He shot me a look like I’d asked a ridiculous question. “You feel fucking amazing.”

Maybe I needed to give up thinking altogether, since I couldn’t sort out my feelings. His praise made me consider a shy, bashful smile and I longed for the confidence he always held.

He moved cautiously. Each thrust was gentle and paced, and he seemed to scrutinize my reaction, watching for any sign from me to stop. Luka cared now? I could handle him being callous and mean, but this version of him? Not so much.

His slide in and out of me sent electricity dancing along my nerve endings, and I gripped his arms, holding on as the onslaught began. His mouth walked over my skin, finding the perfect spots to cause shivers, and his fingers dug into my hips, driving me down on him.

“Do you like this?” he said softly, teasing my words back at me.

Did I? He’d built to a steady rhythm and it pounded away the sensible voice in my head. I shoved my face into the side of his neck. He smelled wonderful, all woodsy and manly. I whispered it against his skin. “It feels good.”

Deep inside me his muscle flexed. My mouth rounded into an O. That felt really good.

We were naked, and not moving all that fast, but in no time we were both slick with sweat. Luka was a furnace, and his hot mouth had me dizzy. So hazy, I didn’t notice his hand curling the silver chain around his fist. The chain was slack as he set his metal-wrapped hand on the small of my back.

There was pressure on my neck, tugging me up. His control on the leash gently forced me to sit upright on him, and my eyes went wide with panic. I didn’t like the distance between us. When I’d been over him, I’d been too close for him to really look at me, but now he was easing me back and going to see all of it.

“Grind on me,” he said. He squeezed my waist, showing me exactly how he meant. I tentatively swiveled my hips, and he groaned. “Yeah, just like that.”

His dark brown hair was askew, and his expression was raw. Primal. His body, glossed with sweat, was corded with lean muscle. Perhaps having to sit upright wasn’t so bad. I was supposed to hate him, but I didn’t right now. I’d suspend my hate until this was over, and enjoy looking at him until then.

The choker kept getting tighter, though, and I leaned back, having no choice but to reach behind and put a hand on his knee for support. My back arched and I stared up at the ceiling. It presented my breasts to him, and his hand slid a line up my belly and chest, until his palm cupped a breast.

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