She wished that her body didn’t love him so completely. She wished that he would take her deeper, harder, faster, rather than deliver, as he was now, the slow torture of his love, because that was exactly what this felt like.
As her legs coiled around him, even as she urged him on, Sophie was frantically trying to hold back.
How do I let you leave? she wanted to sob as her orgasm gathered.
‘Luka...’ She said it again as she started to come and the intensity scared her.
‘Let it happen...’ Luka said, and his rapid thrust gave her no choice but to do as his body commanded.
Inwardly he beat her to match his rhythm but it wasn’t that that had her toppling over the edge, it was Luka, and the feel of his shoulders tense beneath her hands. It was the last look at the world without fully having the other, this strange brink they both found themselves on. Luka was in that beat before coming, past the point of no return when he felt her pulse to him and he just unleashed. Nothing could ever top this, he knew. Her intimate pulses beckoned and he gave in to the tight, soft warmth of her endless caress.
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