Page 34 of Unbearable Attraction
His fingers cradled her face as he kissed her again, slow and deep, full of aching want and unspoken things. His lips were chapped but gentle, and when she opened to him, he sighed like he’d been holding his breath for days.
“Leenah,” he whispered against her mouth, voice thick. “I know it’s too soon, I know it complicates everything, but I can’t pretend anymore. I?—”
“Don’t,” she whispered, brushing her fingers over his lips. “Not yet. Just… be here.”
Their clothes disappeared between slow kisses and hands that memorized instead of claimed. He peeled her layers away like unwrapping a secret, every button undone with care. Her cardigan slipped from her shoulders, her sweater following with a whisper of fabric. His amber eyes darkened as more of her was revealed, hunger flaring—but he didn’t rush. His restraint was a tether, and she felt the tension humming beneath it.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, voice gravel and reverence. He bent to kiss the moon tattoo behind her ear, his breath warm. “You undo me.”
She touched the hem of his shirt, pushing it up slowly, fingertips grazing over the ridges of his abs. Luka helped her, dragging it over his head and tossing it aside, revealing the breadth of him. His chest was a landscape of old scars and solid muscle, dusky skin dusted with dark hair. Her eyes caught on theclaw marks that curved over his left forearm—his clan’s final gift, and his burden.
She ran her hand across them, featherlight. “You’re a storm in human skin,” she said, awed. “And you don’t even know it.”
He smiled, but it was bittersweet. “Then you’re the lightning that keeps striking.”
He laid her back on the bed, following her down with slow, measured weight, his massive form covering hers. She felt tiny beneath him, yet never safer. When his hands roamed her bare stomach and up to her breasts, she arched, gasping.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, thumb brushing over her nipple until it peaked under his touch.
“So are you.” Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from the overwhelming depth of it all—how it wasn’t just her body that felt exposed. Her soul was bare too.
He kissed her neck, finding the place just below her ear that made her hips roll upward without conscious thought. She moaned, wrapping her arms around him, her fingers threading through the silver-streaked strands of his thick hair.
“Tell me what you want,” he said into her throat.
“You,” she whispered, breathless. “Just you. All of you.”
His mouth found her breast, tongue flicking over the hardened peak, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. Heat rushed to her core, and her thighs instinctively parted to cradle his hips. Every part of her body screamed for more.
“Luka… please…”
He kissed his way lower, pausing at her belly as if to breathe her in. Then he rose, pulling his jeans off with jerky movements, revealing a thick cock that made her swallow hard. He was beautiful—massive, just like the rest of him, veined and heavy, the flushed tip already glistening with need. Her breath caught.
His gaze was locked on hers. “If you want me to stop?—”
“I don’t,” she cut in. “I want you inside me. Now.”
He moved over her again, settling between her thighs with a care that didn’t match the feral look in his eyes. His cock brushed her entrance, thick and hot, and she gasped, body clenching in anticipation.
He pressed in slowly, the head breaching her with exquisite pressure.
“Oh, gods—Luka?—”
Her pussy stretched around him inch by thick inch, heat flooding through her as he sank deeper. He was huge. The burn was real, but so was the pleasure. Her hands clutched at his back, nails digging into solid muscle as he eased all the way in.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel… Leenah, you feel like heaven and sin.”
He held still once fully seated, letting her adjust. She could feel every pulse of his cock inside her, the deep stretch, the intimacy of it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him to her.
“Okay?” he asked, voice raw.
“More than okay,” she whispered, and rocked her hips against his. “Perfect.”
He began to move—slow at first, rolling his hips with a control that made her whimper. His cock dragged along her walls, every motion igniting more fire inside her.
“Gods,” she moaned. “You fill me so deep, Luka. I can feel you everywhere.”
“I’m trying to go slow,” he groaned, jaw tight, muscles flexing. “But you’re so tight… so warm… fuck, Leenah.”
