My free hand slides between my own legs. I need relief from the unbearable ache building there. My fingers brush slick, swollen flesh, and—
Lukas’s growl vibrates through his whole body and into mine. I feel it in my jaw, my throat, my chest.
“This is for me,” he warns. “Only me.”
I whimper around him but I obey, putting my hand back on his thigh. The denial makes me more desperate. Every nerve ending is screaming for something I’m not allowed to have.
I can feel him swelling against my tongue, getting harder.
Sure enough, a few more pumps later, his release comes with a grunt. His hips jerk up one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go, and then I feel the hot pulse of him releasing directly down my throat. He holds me there, his hand an iron vise in my hair, keeping me pi
