Page 107 of Born into Blood

We ride out our orgasms together, both of us greedy for every last second of pleasure until I’m lazily grinding against him as I start to come down. Even as he starts to grow soft, I keep licking and sucking him, not ready for it to be over. He must be feeling the same way, because instead of moving me off him, he grips my hips and raises me up so I’m hovering right over his lips again.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, the heat of his breath tickling my overly sensitive clit. “Being smothered in your pussy is my new favorite thing. Fuck alarm clocks. This is how I want you to wake me every morning.”

I smile and keep lazily sucking his cock while he licks and kisses every inch of my pussy until he’s licked up every damn drop of my arousal. Every suck, every swipe of his tongue, every kiss along my sensitive flesh has me shuddering from aftershocks. Luka has a way of making orgasms last for minutes instead of seconds. He drags them out and then keeps it going with the aftershocks, making it all blend together into an ecstasy that makes me feel drunk and ridiculously happy.

When he finally lifts me up and turns me around so I can cuddle against him, I’m more than ready to go back to sleep for a little bit. My arm is starting to throb again, but what we just shared is worth the pain. He cups my face, kissing me slowly so we can taste each other on our tongues, and he’s right. Fuck alarm clocks. This is a thousand times better.

Resting my head on his chest, I fall back asleep only to wake up a few hours later with a screaming bladder and an empty stomach. The bed is empty, so I run to the bathroom, surprised to find my toothbrush standing next to Luka’s and all my things stacked nicely in the set of drawers beside the sink. My purple shower pouf is even hanging off a small hook in the shower. Still naked and unable to find the pajamas Luka had stripped me of last night, I decide to raid his closet for something to wear, but when I open the door and step in, my clothes are already filling up half the space.

“Someone’s been busy,” I mutter and quickly grab a pair of comfy sweats and one of his T-shirts because I like wearing his clothes.

The smell of bacon has my stomach growling as I follow the scent into the kitchen where a shirtless Luka is putting the finishing touches on our breakfast. I’m not sure which is making my mouth water more—the sight of the overloaded plate with bacon, eggs, and pancakes, or the sight of his muscled, tattooed body as he dishes it out.

My eyes run over the abs that tighten with his movements, and I suck in a quick breath. Him, it’s definitely him. The food looks and smells delicious, but bacon doesn’t make my heart race, no matter how damn good it tastes.

“Morning, kisa,” he says, giving me a wink when I manage to pull my eyes from his abs. He gives a soft laugh and walks over to me, pulling me in for a proper good-morning kiss. The food and my hungry stomach are forgotten in an instant as another hunger starts to take over. He pulls back when I start to get really handsy and smiles down at me.

“I love how insatiable you are, baby, but you need to eat.”

I run my hands along his bare back and kiss his chest, smiling when I feel him growing hard through the grey sweats he’s wearing.

“Jesus, a girl could get used to this,” I say while he leads me over to my plate. I eye his ass and smile. “Breakfast and a view.”

He looks back at me and laughs. “I’m glad you like it. I love spoiling you, and I plan on doing it as much as I can.”

I take one of the barstools while he pours me some juice and then takes the seat next to mine. After my first bite, I moan and widen my eyes at him.

“So many talents,” I mumble around my food and then spend the next several minutes in silence because I’m too busy eating to talk.

I’m scraping up the last of my syrup with my bacon when he says, “You’re very sexy when you eat, kisa.”

I laugh and toss back the last of the bacon before finishing off my juice. He sees my disbelief and points down at his pants. Those grey sweats aren’t doing shit to hide the way his hard length is pressing against them. He’s clearly been enjoying the show of me shoveling back food like it’s been days since I’ve eaten, but in all fairness, last night was rough and I worked up an appetite.

Luka cups my face, running his thumb over my cheek and then putting his focus on my arm. “How bad does it hurt today?”

I reach over and graze my finger over his bruised jaw. “About as bad as yours does.”

He just laughs and shakes his head. “I’ve taken way more hits than you in my life. This is nothing, and I’m not the one who had to get stitches. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you.”

His face softens at my words before he leans closer to kiss me. Grabbing our plates, he dumps them off in the sink, hands me a couple of aspirin, and then pours us each a mug of coffee before gesturing for me to follow him out onto the rooftop. He leads me to a round lounge chair with a canopy to protect us from the blinding sun. I sink back into the soft cushions and take the mug he hands me, immediately bringing it to my lips.

“So what’s the plan now?” I ask him once he’s sitting next to me with his arm around my shoulders.

“You rest up, we have as much sex as you can handle,” he says with a smile, “and then we get married.”

“That sounds amazing,” I tell him, “but I was thinking more about with my mom. I see you’ve already moved me in, by the way. When exactly did you have time to do that?”

He laughs and takes another drink. “My mom and dad dropped your mom off at her apartment last night, and we have one of our men watching her to make sure she’s safe. She’s watching Pip for us until you’re well enough to get him, and this morning after you came all over my face,” he stops and lets out an appreciative sigh, “I couldn’t fall asleep, so I had someone go and pick up your stuff and bring it here.”

I raise a brow. “You’ve been busy.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal. “You live here now, so you need your things.”

I look around at the gorgeous penthouse rooftop and the amazing view of the city before me, feeling very much like I’m living in a dream. “I can’t believe how much my life has changed.” Luka’s green eyes study me, waiting to see if I’m okay, and when I smile, he relaxes and takes another drink while he runs his fingers through my hair in a lazy way that makes it seem like he’s been doing it for years.

“I need you to promise me something, kisa.” He grabs my arm, running his thumb over my scars. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you ever feel like taking a razor to this gorgeous skin again.” His green eyes search mine. “I will never judge you for how you feel, but I need you to tell me so that we can get you help. I know all this is bringing up a lot of shit, and I don’t ever want you to hurt yourself again. I couldn’t bear it.”

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