Page 42 of Born into Blood

“I want to know your body too, Luka.” I pull him closer and run my tongue up his neck, moaning at the taste of his skin and the subtle spicy notes of his cologne that invade my senses and leave me wanting more.

“I want to know everything about you. I want to be able to read your body like you can read mine.”

“You will, kisa,” he murmurs, the stubble on his cheek gently scratching my skin when I press my face to his. “I promise you will.”

I slip my hands under his shirt and gently start to tug. “Do you mind?”

“Do I mind taking my shirt off?” He gives a soft laugh. “No, baby, I don’t mind.”

“It seemed only fair to ask since I kept mine on.”

He kisses a line along my cheek. “You’re in charge of when and how you give me pieces of yourself, kisa, and every damn one of them is a gift.”

Lifting up so I can pull his T-shirt off, I grab the dark fabric and slide it off his perfect body.

“Jesus,” I whisper when I get my first look at Luka without a shirt on. His chest is inked, but not all of it. There are unmarked spaces that are just waiting to be filled, and I know it’s because he hasn’t thought of the perfect tattoo for those spots yet. Luka never does anything on a whim. Every mark on his skin is there for a reason. My fingers run over the hard lines of his chest and abs, feeling the heat of his skin and the way his body tenses at my touch like he’s holding himself in check while I explore every perfect inch of him.

When I drag my fingers down the thin strip of dark hair that disappears into his jeans, he hisses out a breath and grabs my wrist.

“Lara,” he warns. “I’m barely hanging on as is.”

“I don’t want you to hang on. I want you to let go.”

He arches a dark brow at me. “And how exactly do you want me to do that?”

I smile up at him and reach for the button of his pants.

“Lara,” he warns again, but the deep sound of his strained voice only encourages me to keep going.

I look up and meet his eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Well that’s never going to fucking happen.” Grabbing my wrist, he holds my curious fingers in place while he says, “I meant what I said, though. Our first time is not going to be in a hammock.”

“I know,” I whisper. My voice is shaky, and as badly as I want him, I also know that I’m not quite ready to give everything to Luka tonight. He deserves to know the truth first. He deserves to see me, scars and all, and then he can decide if it’s still what he wants, if I’m still what he wants.

“Jesus, I think you’re trying to kill me,” he groans when I start to unzip his jeans. My fingers follow the dark hair lower, wanting to touch him, but he’s angled down towards his thigh, and I can’t get to him.

Sensing my frustration, he reaches in his pants and grips himself. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off the hand that’s slowly pulling his cock from his pants. I’ve seen dicks on the internet, but I must’ve been looking in the wrong place because none of them looked like this.

Luka is huge.

He’s long and thick and covered in pre-cum. Unable to resist, I run one finger along the obvious vein on his shaft. His cock bobs as he hisses out a breath and more arousal coats his head.

“I want to feel you.” I wrap my hand around him, eyes growing wider when I realize he’s too thick for my fingers to manage it.

“You are feeling me, sweetheart,” he groans. Grabbing the net beside my head, he fists the hammock and locks eyes with me. “And if you keep touching me like that and looking at me like you want me to fuck you, I’m going to lose what little control I have left and make a mess all over your beautiful tits.”

The thought of Luka coming on my body has my heart racing and my hand tightening around him as I stroke from base to head.

“I want to feel you against me,” I whisper. “Can you do that? I mean, without going in?”

His jaw is clamped down so tightly I can see a vein throbbing in his neck, but he lowers his face close to mine and growls, “Lift your skirt, kisa. This might very well be the end of me, but I’m helpless to deny you anything.”

I reach between us and quickly pull my skirt up, letting the fabric bunch around my stomach.

“Now slip the other side of your bra down. I want to feel both those gorgeous tits against my skin.”

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