Luka Forrester

Luka coos back at her, eyeing her writhing body with selfish, gratified appraisal. He’ll take all she has to give and more, if they can play like this. Luka leans down into her arms, coring her and laying his weight down on her hips, her legs. He shudders all over, squeezing her breast in one hand and wrapping his other arm around her. She feels a tremor go through him and into her, the pulse and heat between them reaching a fever pitch.

“Almost—“ he says, on a knife’s edge. “Almost—“