Page 68 of Unbearable Attraction
Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with shaking hands. “I’ve been waiting for this,” she breathed, sliding the shirt down those thick, scarred arms and letting it fall. “For you.”
Luka lifted her off the floor like she weighed nothing, cradling her against that massive chest as he carried her into the bedroom. The moonlight poured through gauzy curtains, making everything glow silver. Their bed was made, the sheets fresh and soft. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest.
He set her on her feet by the edge of the mattress, eyes drinking her in with reverence and hunger. “Take it off,” he rumbled, voice gone dark and rough.
Her fingers trembled as she undid the simple white dress she’d worn. It slipped off her shoulders and whispered down her body to pool around her feet. Underneath, she wore nothing. Her nipples peaked under his gaze, and the cool air kissed her thighs, already damp with arousal.
Luka’s breath caught. “Fuck, Leenah.”
She smiled as she reached for his belt, tugging it free and dropping it to the floor. “Your turn.”
His jeans followed, and she inhaled sharply when his cock sprang free. Thick, long, and already glistening at the tip, it was every bit as impressive as the man who owned it—just like the rest of him. Her mouth watered.
He stepped closer, towering over her, golden eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight as his bear stirred beneath his skin. “Lay down,” he said, voice dark silk and command.
She did, heart hammering, legs parting in welcome.
But instead of mounting her, he knelt between her thighs and bent low, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. “I want to taste my wife,” he growled.
“Oh gods,” she breathed, her hips lifting off the bed.
His mouth moved higher, lips and tongue leaving heat and devotion along her thigh. When he reached her pussy, he didn’t hesitate. He licked her in one long, slow stroke, groaning deep in his chest.
“You taste like moonlight and magic,” he rasped, sliding his hands under her thighs and anchoring her in place.
“Luka,” she gasped as his tongue circled her clit, then sucked it between his lips.
He feasted on her like a man starving, like every flick of his tongue was another oath. Her hips bucked, but he held her still, growling low every time she cried out. When he slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them just right, she nearly came undone.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
And gods, she did. Her climax tore through her like wildfire, back arching, fingers gripping his hair as she screamed his name.
Luka rose then, eyes glowing gold, licking his lips as he moved over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he said, guiding the head of his cock to her entrance. “So mine.”
He pushed in slowly, and her breath caught. He was thick, stretching her open, claiming her inch by glorious inch. Her nails dug into his back as he bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“I was,” she gasped, clinging to him. “Move, Luka. Please.”
He did. Slow at first, each thrust deep and deliberate, their bodies finding rhythm and meaning in every movement. She felt everything—the emotional weight of it, the spiritual resonance humming between their joined souls, and the sheer physical bliss of being filled by the man she loved.
“I can feel how deep you are,” she whispered as his hips began to piston harder. “\In every part of me.”
“Oh, I am,” he growled, voice going deeper, more primal. “Because you’re mine. And I’m yours.”
She could feel it building again, her second orgasm coiling tight in her belly. And when his hand slipped between them and found her clit again, she shattered beneath him, crying out as pleasure stole her breath.
That was when his claws extended—just slightly. Just enough to mark.
“Hold still,” he growled, voice filled with reverence.
He traced three curved lines on her right hip with careful precision. They burned, but not with pain—with power. The marking seared into her skin and spirit like a kiss from the divine. Through it, she felt everything he felt: devotion, pride, awe.
“Mine,” he whispered again as he thrust once more, and this time he came, thick and hot inside her, roaring her name as his body trembled.
She felt every pulse of it through the mark, their bond sealing, solidifying—transcending.
