Night Fury: a Scarred, Plus size, Paranormal Romance, page 13
His lips broke away from hers for a torturous second before they found her chin, her jaw, her throat. She tasted divine. He felt her swallow, and the predator in him roared as she tilted her head back against the metal structure and offered him her neck. He almost bit her right then and there, but instead he brushed the back of his hand over her chest, felt the goosebumps that broke out over her skin, and smirked against her collarbone. Then he yanked the tank top and the bra she wore underneath until her breasts popped free. He reveled in how they overflowed from his palms as he licked a path up her neck to her ear.
“Look at you,” he purred.
His fingers pulled and squeezed her hard nipples, and she arched her back, pushing more into his hands as she moaned.
“So beautiful, so perfect,” he said, his breathing ragged as he devoured her with his gaze. “You would let me do anything I wanted to you.”
“Yes,” she hissed, tightening her grip on his hair.
“Even out here in the public?” He kissed down to her chest. “Are you into exhibitionism, sunflower?”
“No, I…” She moaned as he kissed her breast softly, slowly. “It’s y-you, Luke!”
He looked up at her as his mouth closed around her nipple and he sucked hard. She squeezed his shoulders and wrapped her arms around him as he took more of her breast into his mouth. He bathed her skin with his tongue, marveling at her taste while his fingers trailed lower, down to her jeans. Luke undid their closure. He paused for a moment, breathing in the scent of her desire, and then he slid his fingers under her underwear, running a digit through the slit of her lips.
She gasped, and when he slid two fingers inside of her wet heat, she covered her mouth to muffle her cry.
Luke let go of her nipple and stared into her eyes. They were so dark, so dilated, that they appeared to be jet black, and he was sure they matched his own.
“No one can see you,” he said, sliding his fingers out until the tips brushed her entrance. “No one can hear you.” He thrust them inside of her again as he ripped her hand away from her lips. “I will never let anyone hear you like this. Every sound you make is mine. They, just like you, belong to me.”
She bit her lip and he thrust his fingers harder until she cried out.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s my good girl.”
Luke circled her clit with his thumb, and her whole body shuddered. Her breath caught and she rocked her hips against his hand. He was blown away by the sight. “That’s it, baby, take your pleasure. Show me what you want.”
Her hands fisted his shirt as she tried to speak around the moans he tore from her. “I-Fuck, I want you, please. I want you!”
Luke groaned. “I love the sound of you begging.” He brought his lips down to the breast he had yet to taste, making her moan another curse. He licked her nipple and used the opportunity to speak while he continued to thumb her clit. “But you don’t need to do that. You have me, sunflower. What more could you want?”
He bit her nipple and Johanna cried out. Her legs tightened around him, thighs flexing as they shook, even as she fought off her orgasm and tried to shove off his leather jacket. When he refused to let her, she huffed, so he curled his fingers, making her cry out once more, “You! I want you! Inside me! Luke, please!”
Luke moaned. She was driving him crazy. With a pop he released the nipple he was sucking. He could feel his pre-cum leak from his cock as she writhed against him, his fingers pounding in and out of her wet heat. “You want me to fuck you, Johanna? You want me to take you, to fill you with my come?”
“Yes! Yes! Please!” she begged. Her fingers inched lower, and Luke knew he’d be lost if she got anywhere near his dick.
He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head. The position made her arch her back slightly, and her eyes opened wide at the change, but he didn’t give her a moment to adjust. Instead he moved his fingers faster and increased the pressure on her clit until she was shaking.
“Oh, sunflower, I have dreamed nearly every damn day of fucking you. But I’m not going to right now.”
“Why?” The word left her mouth as half a plea and half a demand.
Luke curled his fingers again and witnessed her orgasm for the first time. Johanna squeezed her eyes shut as her mouth fell open and she cried out for him. Her legs tightened around his body like he was the only thing keeping her on this planet, while her pussy spasmed around his fingers, gripping them for dear life as if it could somehow take them deeper.
He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he imagined how fucking good it would feel to be inside that hungry little thing, how it would feel to own her, to drown in her wetness and taste every inch of her skin. Luke was famished for her. She was his every wish, every fantasy, every desire, and as Johanna came down from her high, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them clean. He moaned at the taste of her. Saliva pooled in his mouth at the thought of more before she broke him from his train of thought.
“Why?” she asked again, her voice softer, breathless.
Luke ran his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, wishing he could rip her pants off and enjoy her fully. Her breath hitched as he drew a digit over her flesh, teasing from her pussy up to her clit and back down. She shuddered, and when he slowly slid it inside of her, she let out a hum of pleasure.
“When I fuck you, sunflower, I will take everything from you.” He slid his thumb up and down her clit, rubbing the nub as she gasped. “I will take every noise you make, every look you give me, every breath you breathe, every sensation of your skin, every emotion you have, every thought, your blood, even your very soul. I will take all that you are in the same way you have consumed everything that I am.”
He slid two fingers into her, drawing another moan from her lips. “And even after I’ve taken all of you, I won’t stop. I won’t stop until we’re so tied together that I’m in your veins, Johanna, until you couldn’t get me out of you if you tried.”
“Luke!” she moaned.
He kissed her until her lips were red, even with his healing magic. He sucked, and nipped, and teased them until they parted, and then he explored her mouth with his tongue, drinking in her taste while he fucked her with his fingers. Luke showed her exactly how he would be with her, and even when Johanna came, he didn’t stop rubbing his tongue against hers, nor pressing, rubbing, even pinching her clit, not until she came once more. Only then did this hunger for her begin to calm.
Chapter 15
One week. That’s how much time had passed since what Johanna now called ‘The Incident’ at the beach. She still couldn’t formulate what happened into proper words. She never expected Luke to tell her that he loved her, nor to let things get so out of hand. His lips, his touch, being pressed up against him the way she had been, had all felt so incredible, but she never would have expected what came after that glorious experience.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Luke hadn’t touched her, at least not in the way she desired to be touched. Sure, he rubbed her back, passed his fingers through her hair, and they still cuddled when they fell asleep, but that was it. Nothing else. He hadn’t touched her intimately. He hadn’t kissed her either, and it was driving her mad. It felt like they were constantly playing a game where one of them stood in the middle and the other circled them. Round and round they’d go, getting closer and closer until eventually they switched spots, then the cycle would start all over again. They never seemed to be in the same space. Instead, they were constantly teasing, thinking, or working around one another without being on the same page.
It was infuriating.
Johanna understood there were several reasons for this. After all, she was still healing from everything. Even she could see how Luke constantly put her care first, so it made her wonder what it was that he saw in her that made him hold back, and how did she make it stop?
She’d tried to figure it out for the first couple of days, to no avail. Then she thought about what he’d demanded if he was going to fuck her. Every time she thought of those words, her blood turned molten, liquid pooled in her belly, and she could barely breathe, much less speak. But she remembered them, every single word, and she’d give it all to Luke, give him everything he wanted … but he wouldn’t take it.
No matter what she did or how many times she told him she was his, he didn’t seem to believe she meant it. Running out of options, she finally decided to ask Dani for advice. According to her, both of them were incredibly dense, stubborn, and really two peas in the same pod. It was an annoying observation, but one that Johanna did have to agree with—if only slightly.
Johanna had gotten better at voicing what she wanted, at believing she was allowed to want things and to demand nothing less. Yet, until Luke had admitted his feelings for her, she didn’t fully believe it could be possible for someone to love her in the way she’d always craved. It made sense that perhaps Luke felt something of that too. Dani even thought that Luke still blamed himself for what had happened to Johanna and couldn’t believe her feelings because he didn’t think he was worthy of them. That, more than anything else, had spurred her into action, which was the exact reason why Johanna had pushed herself out of her comfort zone and was now lying naked under the covers, waiting for her mate.
An hour had passed by the time Luke’s body crossed the threshold into their room. It was a new game he’d started to play with her—waiting until she’d fallen asleep to join her in bed. That was something else Johanna would fix … later.
She watched as Luke opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of black pants to sleep in.
“What are you still doing up?” he asked as he shut the drawer and turned to face her.
“I was waiting for you.”
Luke moved toward her, causing her heartbeat to quicken. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead and then took a deep breath. When his lips parted, she wished they were on her skin again, somewhere lower.
“You didn’t have to wait up for me.”
“I know, but I wanted to.” The beat in her heart fluttered as she admitted, “I missed you.”
He sighed, brushing his fingers through her hair at her temple. “I’ve missed you too. I’ll be right there, okay?”
Johanna nodded, turned on her side and watched him disappear into the bathroom. It seemed as if he were gone for an eternity, each second stretching her nerves. When he appeared again, he shut off the light, settling the room into complete darkness. Then he slipped under the covers.
She knew the exact moment he realized she was naked. Luke’s breath hitched in his throat, and her heart was beating so fast she thought she might have a stroke.
“You’re…”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Luke didn’t move closer or further away from her. Johanna turned her head to meet his gaze, and even though she couldn’t see it in the dark, she could feel it. He was completely focused on her, the intensity of his stare like a tangible force.
When he spoke next, his voice was strained, and a little part of her reveled in it. “Why?”
“Because…” She swallowed hard and tried again. “I want to be your mate, Luke. Make me your mate.”
The sheets ruffled behind her, but she didn’t move, barely breathed, so scared that something would snap them both out of this moment. Then his chest pressed against her back as he spooned her. She was so relieved that a soft sigh left her lips, but Luke’s fingers suddenly slid under her chin, making her tilt her head to meet his eyes. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw the fire raging in his.
Luke’s mouth moved, but no words came out. His lips parted as he ran his tongue across them and she followed the movement, hyper aware of every little thing he did. Johanna committed to memory every breath he took, the warmth of his body behind her, the feel of the hairs on his arm as they tickled her neck and throat. She wanted it all, because she couldn’t stand not having a single piece of him any longer.
Finally he spoke, his voice gravely and low. “Sunflower, are you sure? I need to hear it. I need to know—”
“Yes. Yes,” she said again, hoping he believed her. Tilting slightly, she cupped his cheek, trying to communicate by touch everything she wished she knew how to say.
He groaned, released a harsh breath, and whispered, “Remember, you asked for this.”
Then his lips crushed against hers.
Luke’s kisses were all-consuming. He enraptured all her senses and threw her off balance by his gravitational pull, and she loved it. She loved him.
His fingers slid down her throat as he deepened his kiss. Luke moved slowly, deliberately, owning her flesh. His hand cupped her neck, fingers at the sides as he squeezed, choking her. Johanna moaned deep in her throat. Wet heat flooded her core and she squeezed her thighs to ease the ache. She was so sensitive to his touch, so filled with longing that if she wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t last.
Unconsciously, Johanna rocked her hips back against Luke’s, searching for the pleasure only he could provide, and he moaned. He pushed against her, pressing the outline of his erection against her ass as they moaned together. Luke’s hand squeezed around her throat again, wringing another moan from her, and she felt like putty in his hands. She was so crazy for him and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
Johanna tilted her head back against the pillow, lining her lips with Luke’s to deepen the kiss. He groaned as she licked the seam of his lips, and then he opened for her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, licking, flicking, and teasing her own. She buried her hand in his hair to keep his mouth fused with hers. Her other hand was trapped under her body by him, as if he knew how much she ached to touch him.
Luke brushed the back of his fingers from her shoulder down her chest, so slowly it was as if he was completely unaffected in their passionate dance, as if he had all the time in the world. But his rapid breathing and the pounding of his heart against her back told her the truth: he needed this just as much as she did.
Johanna pulled back from him, taking in his face, the soft glow starting in his eyes as she whispered, “Please.”
He looked down at her as if he worshipped the ground she walked on, as if her saying the simple word was somehow the most treasured gift she’d ever given him. Then he said, “I’ve got you, sunflower. I’ll give you anything you want.”
She shook her head. “Take,” she urged, her breath catching in her lungs as he kissed her ear, traced its pathways with his tongue. “Take what you wanted from me.”
She felt him smile against her flesh, then his hand grasped her breast, cupping and squeezing it while he ground into her ass. His other hand groped her stomach as he whispered into her ear, “What do you want me to take, sunflower?”
She moaned, arching and pressing into his body, searching more for his touch. “Everything.”
“That’s so broad, my love.” He kissed her neck, and she could feel the sharp points of his teeth press against her skin as the hand on her stomach slid lower. “Tell me what you want me to take,” he whispered, trailing a path from her neck to her shoulder. He moaned, as if the simple taste of her gave him pleasure. “Tell me what’s mine.”
Johanna squeezed the hand that cupped her breast. “My body,” she breathed, and he rewarded her with another squeeze. Then he rolled her nipple with his thumb before pinching the small bud, making her cry out.
“Yes,” he moaned. “What else?”
“My heart.” It was beating so hard for him, and as his fingers walked along her skin, sliding lower, closer to the place she needed him most, she thought she would lose her mind.
“What else?” he growled, biting her shoulder, grinding harder into her body.
She gasped as his finger finally reached her clit, sliding up and down the bud. “Breath.”
“Yes.”
She moaned. “Sounds.”
“Yes.” He circled her clit, tearing another whimper from her lips.
Her head fell back against his shoulder as every nerve ending in her body came alive. “My mind, my soul.”
“Yes,” he hissed, increasing the pressure on her clit, drawing a tortured cry from her.
“My blood.”
He squeezed her breast hard, pinching her nipple, causing her to cry out at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
“Good girl,” he whispered, rubbing her faster. He was working her closer to an orgasm, an explosion that would send her flying off this planet to the moon in bliss, but she didn’t want to go there alone.
Johanna reached behind her with her free hand. She pulled at his pants, pleased that he let her. She was even more pleased when she found his dick free, readily thrusting into her hand. She grasped it, pumped, and he moaned a curse that made her smile.
The speed of his fingers increased and she moaned his name. Johanna spread her thighs. She needed him inside of her right now. He grasped the inside of her thigh and moved until his dick was against the lips of her pussy. Then he pushed her thigh down, trapping his cock there, and thrust. Her thighs were soaked in her wetness, making him glide easily. Luke did it again and again. Johanna pushed her hips back, clenching around him and he moaned louder. His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to cry out as more of her wetness pooled between her thighs.
Johanna slid her hand down and rubbed the head of his cock in sync with his thrusts, making him go faster, wilder. Her body jerked against his. She loved the feel of him, loved the thickness between her legs, but she wanted him inside her, and nothing, not even this, not even his fingers on her clit, his lips on her own, or the way he stroked and squeezed her skin would fill that ache. It was a craving. He was the drug, and this was her new addiction, and she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted, what they both wanted.
Luke was close. She could tell in the way he moved, how he squeezed her hips and pushed her closer to her own orgasm, but she refused to have him come anywhere but inside of her. She needed it in a way she couldn’t express. The next time his hips jerked back, she grasped his dick, and when he pushed forward, she tilted just enough to get the head of his cock inside of her.
