Page 66 of Unbearable Attraction
He grabbed her hips, lifting and slamming her onto his cock, filling her to the hilt. The angle made each thrust devastatinglyperfect, hitting depths she’d never known. She cried out, knuckles whitening on the bedframe.
“God, Leenah… you ride so perfectly,” he groaned. “I’m going to?—”
A wave of pleasure crashed through her as she rode his cock, spine arching, voice breaking into moans. He matched her with a final, brutal thrust that sent them both over the edge: his cock pulsed inside her as he spilled his seed into her pussy, groaning her name.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, breathless. Leenah turned onto her back, Luka spooning her, his chest warm against her spine. She curled into him as he ran calloused fingers through her hair.
“That was… beyond words,” she whispered.
He pressed a kiss behind her ear. “You make me feel more alive than I ever imagined.”
She giggled softly, head resting on his shoulder. “Then we’re both damned.”
He chuckled, voice husky. “Forever damned.”
They lay entwined as the moon dipped behind clouds. Somewhere below, Minerva—her black cat—leapt onto the windowsill and surveyed them with emerald eyes.
Leenah stroked her fur absently. “Think she approves?”
Luka tightened his arm around her waist. “She’ll adapt. But only as long as you stay.”
She smiled, pressing a kiss to his scarred forearm. “Forever sounds perfect.”
And in the hush of the night, there was no better place to be than wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies still humming with the promise of tomorrow.
42
LUKA
The sacred grove had been transformed into something from a fairy tale, but one where the magic was real and the happy ending hard-won. Strings of lights woven from captured starlight hung between the ancient oaks, courtesy of the Tansley brothers' most ambitious enchantment work. Chairs carved from fallen branches formed a natural amphitheater around the stone circle where he and Leenah had first bonded, each piece humming with protective magic that felt like a blessing.
Luka stood beside Elder Varric, trying not to fidget with his tie while the grove filled with everyone who mattered. Twyla bustled about making last-minute adjustments to the floral arrangements, her fae magic ensuring that every bloom would stay perfect throughout the ceremony. Maeve prowled the perimeter with obvious satisfaction, her security preparations thorough enough to handle anything short of a full-scale supernatural invasion.
"Nervous?" Varric asked quietly, his rain-cloud eyes holding gentle amusement.
"Not about marrying her, but about screwing up my vows in front of half the supernatural community."
"The vows are just words. What matters is the intention behind them." The elder's expression grew serious. "Though I suspect yours will carry more weight than you realize."
Before Luka could ask what he meant, soft music began drifting through the grove. Not recorded music, but the kind of ethereal melody that came from spirits blessing the proceedings. Guests rose to their feet as Leenah appeared at the grove's entrance, and every doubt in Luka's mind evaporated like morning mist.
She was radiant in a simple white dress that flowed like water when she moved, her dark hair crowned with a circlet of silver and moonstone that caught the light of the enchanted grove. But it was the joy in her blue eyes that took his breath away, the absolute certainty that this was exactly where she wanted to be.
"She's perfect," someone whispered behind him, and Luka had to agree.
Leenah walked down the aisle alone, her independence evident even in this traditional moment. No one was giving her away because she belonged to herself, choosing freely to share her life with him. When she reached the stone circle, her smile could have powered the town's lights for a week.
"Ready?" she asked softly.
"Been ready for months," he replied, taking her hands in his.
"We gather in this sacred place," Varric began, "to witness the joining of two souls who have already proven their bond through trials that would break lesser partnerships. Luka and Leenah have faced supernatural threats, family opposition, and the challenge of learning to trust after years of protecting their hearts. Today, they choose to make that trust official."
The ceremony that followed blended traditional elements with personal touches that reflected their unique partnership.Aiyana's spirit appeared to offer blessings from the realm beyond, her ancient wisdom adding weight to the proceedings. The townspeople who'd fought beside them during Edmund's assault stood witness, their presence transforming this from a simple wedding into a celebration of community resilience.
When it came time for vows, Luka's prepared speech disappeared from his mind entirely. Instead, he found himself speaking from the heart, words flowing like they'd been waiting years to be said.
"Leenah, six months ago I was a man convinced that love meant loss, that caring too much about someone was just setting yourself up for heartbreak. You taught me that real strength isn't about protecting yourself from pain, but about finding someone worth risking everything for."
