I wrap my legs around his hips, curl my fingers in his hair, and look into his green eyes. Before, they were stormy and crazed, but now there is a calmness there I’ve never seen before. His eyes are dark with need, which I can feel pressing against me from between his legs, but they aren’t violent like an animal before the hunt. They are filled with a primal desire that I know he plans to satisfy.
He carries me into his bedroom. I don’t see the room because my eyes are closed, and I’m kissing him, but I smell his cedar and bourbon scent thick in the air. When he lays me back on his plush bed, the smell wafts up around us like pheromones, and I feel the chemicals calling to something innate inside of me. I sit up and unbutton his pants.
Luka watches as I slide the material down his muscul
