Luka Forrester

"Take me then." She'd tried to say it like a command but it comes out like a plea. "Take me and pour your need into me. Let me be the vessel of your pleasure. Make me completely yours, Luka. Please--!" Her nails bite into his shoulders and there's a kind of desperate need in her green eyes that's as much lust as it is... something more vulnerable that she can't put a name to. Whatever it is goes hand in hand with her all-consuming need to be beneath him, to feel him driving into her again, their bodies writhing together. His phrasing makes her groan, as if the idea that he could not be parted from her only stokes the fire in her belly.