“yes!” she almost sobbed.
“Yes…” Luke said thickly, exploring the proud swell of her flesh with his mouth and his tongue and his teeth until she was torn from that last shred of control and frantic only for continuance.
He released her hands and eased her out of her dress in one smooth movement. Long, sure fingers caressed her now tender breasts, playing on the sensitivity he had awakened, and a low moan of growing frustration escaped her. Dragging him down to her, she found his mouth again for herself, a long sigh of pleasure torn from her as the black curls of hair on his chest nibbed an abrasive course against her erect nipples.
A blunt forefinger traced the length of one slender thigh and she trembled, jerked as he slid his hand over the flat, silky skin of her belly. It was as if a hot wire were tightening inside her. She couldn’t stay still. He made love to her mouth slowly, erotically, every thrust of his tongue making her quiver with unbearable need. She gripped his shoulders, felt the heavy thud of his heartbeat against her, and craved more, shuddering with wave after wave of raw excitement as he lazily trailed one hand through the silvery curls at the apex of her thighs.
He lifted his head and looked down at her hectically flushed face and nibbled teasingly at the reddened curve of her lower lip. She was pitched on an agonising high of arousal as his fingertips flirted with the smooth skin of one inner thigh, maddeningly refusing to touch her where she ached to be touched.
“Please…” she panted, lost to everything but the screaming demands of her own body.
“No need to beg me, baby” Luke whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst.
“Luke…”She trembled against him.
His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below her small ear.
“Don’t stop!” She didn’t recognise the desperate edge in her own voice.
The scent of him was so achingly familiar it was an aphrodisiac. His shirt was open and she found the sleek, smooth brown skin of his shoulder with her tongue and he shuddered against her, chest to breast, thigh to thigh in a pagan feast of agonising, uncontrollable excitement.
With a ragged gasp of pleasure he bent over her bared breasts, shaping her, touching her. She closed her eyes, arched her slender throat and was lost in a world of sensory overdrive, more powerful and more primitive than anything she had ever dreamt of experiencing. Scorching heat surged through her shivering body in an unstoppable surge.
Her hands fluttered over every part of him she could reach, torn between the black silk luxuriance of his hair and the oiled smoothness of the muscles flexing on his back. She wanted to touch him everywhere at once, burned to explore him as intimately as he was exploring her.
Both lean hands pinned to her cheekbones, he drove his tongue deep into her mouth in a hot, erotic invasion
that sent her every sense into instant, shuddering meltdown. With a husky groan, he repeated the assault in a blatant imitation of a far more intimate possession and a tight, coiled spring of need fired her every skin cell. She couldn’t get enough of him. He was a feast after a famine, the heat of the tropics after a long, endless winter and she was helplessly greedy for every sensation so long denied.
Her nails skidded down the long sweep of his back and he moaned against her mouth, biting erotically at her lower lip in punishment. Rawly impatient hands dealt with the scrap of silk that was all that shielded her from him. When he found the damp, eager heat of her, a wild cry escaped her. She was poised like a diver on the edge of a deep, beckoning abyss and she knew she would throw herself off even though she couldn’t swim. The sheer primitive need she was controlled by was closer to agony than ecstasy.
“You’re mine… from this moment on,” Luke spelt out roughly, “you are mine.”
She collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in desire.
But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response
She fell into the depths of the hot, hungry kiss that followed like a novice swimmer with a suicide wish as she sank deeper and deeper out of her depth. One feverish kiss led hotly into the next. He crushed her mouth with devastating urgency and her excitement rose and rose until she was shaking and shivering against him, her body on fire with her craving for more.
He kneaded those tender tips with expert fingers and she cried out in shaken acknowledgement of the arrow of sensation darting straight down to the balloon of burgeoning heat expanding low in her pelvis. That fast she was in uncharted territory and at the mercy of the hunger he had unleashed inside her. She craved more and he was
not slow to answer that craving. He brought her down on the bed and closed his mouth fiercely to a straining pink crest, taking it between his teeth and toying with the tender tip until her fingers formed into claws that raked the sheet beneath her hands. A frantic sense of swollen heat between her splayed thighs was sending up her temperature and threatening what little remained of her control. He touched her there where she was most tender of all just once while he played with her lush breasts and her spine arched off the bed in a reaction so strong it almost frightened her.
Luke looked down at her with an amount of pleasure that took even him aback. She looked like a goddess, he decided in awe, the fiery abundance of her hair the perfect complement to her full creamy curves. Never before had a woman made him ache with such ravenous hunger…no, not even Rachel had had that power. But he would never be vulnerable with a woman again or allow desire to overwhelm his judgement, he told himself with fierce confidence.
“I want you now,” Luke confessed, coming down on the bed beside her, his lean powerful body taut with sexual impatience.
He slowly inserted his dick into her wet pussy. Allie gasped and wrapped her arms round him and discovered he could once again be the giver of such energising sensation as she had never dared to dream existed. The pace quickened to a hypnotic tempo and she was swept away by the erotic excitement of his sensual rhythm. The sweet surges of pleasure ran closer and closer together, driving her to the very peak of an explosive climax and then tipping her off the edge into a blissful weightless fall and satiated indolence.
Luke stared down at her in the aftermath, his dark eyes blazing gold with passionate appreciation.
“You took me to paradise and I have never been there with a woman before.”