Entangled With My Father's Best Friend

7

I gasped into Luke's mouth as he crushed me against him, his kiss utterly ferocious and demanding. Any veneer of control or restraint he'd been clinging to for so long was finally shattered in the wake of my vow to stand defiantly by his side.

His large hands roamed over my body with urgency, bunching the fabric of my dress up as he hauled me even closer. I whimpered into the searing embrace, meeting the ravenous thrusts of his tongue with equal fervor as a primal need awoke between us.

"Bella..." Luke growled against my lips before trailing hot, nipping kisses along my jawline. "My love, my salvation..."

I clutched at the iron-cut muscles of his back, overcome with the blazing intensity of his passion finally unleashed. This was the unrestrained beast I'd sensed lurking behind Luke's carefully leashed composure for so long.

"Yes, Luke," I panted breathlessly. "I'm yours, forever yours..."

A guttural noise rumbled from deep in his chest as he abruptly stood, hauling me up with him and pinning me against the nearest wall in one fluid motion. I cried out sharply as the impact jolted through me, quickly swallowed by Luke's renewed assault on my mouth.

His hands were rough and urgent as they roamed over my body. Tearing aside the flimsy lace at my heaving bosom to bare my breasts to his heated caresses. Bunching my skirt up around my waist so his hips could grind upwards, the thick bulge of his arousal leaving no doubt as to his primal intent.

"No more..." Luke rasped between searing kisses. "No more denying this elemental need, my love..." His stormy eyes locked onto mine, blazing with feral desire. "Seal your vow to me here and now in the most binding way flesh permits."

I answered by dragging my nails down his powerful back, earning a savage growl of approval. Rational thought had fully ceded to the scorching, primordial hunger coursing through us both.

"Yes, Luke..." I pleaded shamelessly. "Make me yours in every way a woman can be possessed!"

His large hand tangled roughly in my tumbled hair, wrenching my head back to expose the line of my throat. The lush violets of Luke's lips and tongue blazed a molten trail there as his other hand made equally scorching progress beneath my hiked-up skirt.

"Christ, you're utterly drenched for me," he gritted out in a gravelly rasp as his fingers confirmed my weeping arousal. "A wanton siren temptress calling to be taken without quarter..."

I cried out sharply, arching against him as those questing digits stroked over the swollen flesh at the apex of my need. Luke instantly swallowed the sound with another searing kiss as he set a ruthless, sawing rhythm guaranteed to utterly undo me.

In what felt like both an eternity and mere seconds, the exquisite tension built to a keening crescendo. I thrashed wildly in Luke's powerful embrace, muffling my cries of ecstasy against his heaving torso as my climax shattered through me in blinding waves.

Luke refused to allow any quarter or respite. As the spasms were still consuming me, he effortlessly hitched my leg over his hip and freed the straining length of his manhood. I had only a breathless moment to brace myself before he drove upwards in one monumentally thick, anchoring stroke.

My back arched like a bow, a loud, unrestrained keen tearing from my lips at the utterly consuming stretch and fullness. Luke's clenched jaw blazed with rapturous strain, but he held himself locked in that deepest, most intimate joining as we adjusted to the shuddering reality together.

"Yes..." he hissed out in a rumbling growl. "Takeme fully into your molten depths, my love. Allow our essences to merge and bind as one through this most timeless vow..."

I could only whimper softly in response, utterly skewered and split apart by the primal possession. Every nerve in my body was alight and hissing from the lightning-struck joining as we moved in subtly rocking tandem.

It was a plundering in the truest sense - Luke staking his wildest claim on me from the inside out as a fever-bright prelude to the even darker journey yawning before us. Air hissed between his gritted teeth with each slow, grinding inward push, while I mewled and writhed helplessly in his thrall.

Our joining grew quicker and more frenzied as the pleasure-ache built to fresh unbearable peaks within me. The room echoed with the harsh thunder of skin against slick skin and my endless keening cries.

Just when I thought I might shatter apart completely from the intensity of sensation, Luke's smoldering gaze locked onto mine. "Come with me, my love," he rasped with strained authority. "Let our climaxes bind this covenant in scorched ecstasy..."

His words were the final searing lash sending me over the edge into oblivion. I came with a protracted, ragged cry - a shrill surrendering peal of pure rapture echoing off the walls. The fiery rush of new joining rushed scalding and wet around Luke's still-hammering length.

He instantly let loose his own hoarse roar, teeth gnashing as his iron control finally shattered. I felt the thick, wildly pulsing release lashing deep inside me over and over as Luke's hips jerked with each fevered spasm.

The world whited out in a haze of timeless sensations as we clung together through the paroxysms: his sweat-slicked muscles straining...my nails scoring runnels down his broad back...the wild thunder of mingled heartbeats gradually returning to measured cadence.

Finally, with a bone-deep groan, Luke carefully extracted himself from my utterly undone form. My legs nearly buckled as he gently lowered my unsteady feet to the floor and pressed a reverent kiss to my sweat-dampened brow.

"My love," he husked in a tone of awed veneration, "my eternal courageous flame in this deepening darkness. Whatever hells birth ahead of us pale in comparison to the force of spirit joining me in defiance on this path."

I managed a weak, muzzy smile and caressed Luke's bearded cheek. All this talk of hells and monsters and scorching vendettas still loomed in the air surrounding us, and yet I'd never felt safer or more at peace than in the wake of our fierce consummation.

He held me for long, suspended moments, gradually re-centering us both. When at last Luke spoke again, his words were edged with that familiar, steely timbre of absolute command.

"We should retire now, my love," he rumbled in a voice made husky from our exertions. "For first light will bring the opening salvos in what's sure to be the hardest, most hellish battle of our lives."

I took his hand and allowed him to lead me from the study in a pliant, dreamlike trance. Whatever nightmarish gauntlet Luke had spent years preparing us to run, I felt no fear or anxiety. Only a bone-deep conviction that together, we would be unstoppable.

As I drifted off in his arms once we reached the bedroom, one final murmured vow fell from my lips before sleep claimed me utterly:

"We'll bury them all in crimson, my love...then finally find the light beyond this storm."

The days that followed felt like Luke and I were speeding into the eye of an encroaching hurricane. He moved with grim, purposeful intensity overseeing countless details and staging maneuvers that gave me vertigo just trying to comprehend the full scope.

Late night flurries of encrypted communications in coded cybertongues...parcels arriving at all hours for Luke to carefully inventory...blueprints and recon photos constantly being pored over and revised.

All the while, a steadily rotating security cadre maintained a constant armed vigil around the perimeter of the estate. Grim-eyed men moving in eddying patrols who would take up firing positions and snap to readiness at the slightest perceived threat.