The urgency has returned, and all the patience that I felt not one minute ago has been thrown out of the window—replaced by a hunger that surpasses any physical reaction that I’ve ever known.
I’ve never wanted a man in this way.
I want his pleasure. I want his punishment. I want it all.
It’s his special brand of reprimand—the kind that turns my surprised yelps into guttural moans. That kind that makes me feel simultaneously sore and satiated. A delicious pain. An addicting pain.
I crave it. And Lukas can deliver it like no man I’ve ever known.
His hand creeps slowly under my jaw, tightening as he lowers his fingers. He grips the side of my neck. Gently but insistently. It is a possessive clutch, one that says “mine” without breathing a single word. I answer the command with my body.
