Page 88 of There Is No Love

“What’s wrong?”

“Him, putting an act on like he’s the loving doting father,” I reached up, wiping at the spot where he kissed my forehead. “I hate him.”

Luka looked up at me, “what happened?”

I shook my head, “I am just ready to get out of here.” I pulled Voralie into a hug, “I was so happy to see you, I will call you later this week.”

“I look forward to it dear,” she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I smiled, it calmed me down. That is what a loving parent should feel like. How can this woman who I’ve just met make me feel more cared for than the man I have known my entire life?

We made our way outside to Arturo’s car. He pulled out making the drive back to our place.

I woke up, realizing I had fallen asleep on Luka's shoulder. I blinked, and looked out the window, we’re back at home. I turned to Arturo. “Why don’t you just stay here? My dad won't be back tonight, and there is no sense in you driving back.”

He looked at me and nodded, “okay.”

We made our way into the house, “plus it wi chance to compare notes in the morning at breakfast. There is a guest room just down the hallway where you can stay. Night Nick, see you in the morning.” The three of us made our way upstairs, showing him to the guest room, saying our goodnights,

Luka and I walked to our room, I walked to the edge of the bed, slipping my heels off with a sigh. He kneeled in front of me, “feet hurt?” I nodded. “Well,” he grabbed one in his hand, “let me massage them for you.”

I pulled my foot away, “Luka, don’t.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, starting the shower. I stood there, hand under the stream, testing the temperature. I felt his hand on the back of my neck. His fingertips roll down to the zipper of my dress. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, “Luka.”

“Don’t fight me. I am going to undress you, and you're going to let me. I’m going to get in that shower with you and wash your body. You took care of me last week, it's my turn to take care of you.”

“I don’t need anyone to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”

His fingers trace down my back, following my zipper, “yes you do. You need it more than anyone else I have ever met.” His hands rolled up my back, pulling the sleeves of my dress down my shoulders. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. “Let your guard down Alora,” he worked his lips up to the bend of my neck, “just for tonight. Let yourself go.” My dress fell to the ground, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in tight to his bare chest, “just breathe.”

I took a deep breath in, my body collapsing into his, my head falling back onto his shoulders. “Just tonight.”

He unclasped my bra. I turned around, pulling my panties down. He stepped forward, grabbing me by the waist, and lifting me off the ground. He stepped into the shower, setting me down under the stream. He reached up, pushing my hair out of my face, “you are so beautiful.”

I stared at him, unable to say anything back. He smiled, and bent over, grabbing my body wash. He squirted some into his hand, rubbing it into the other. His hands lifted, spinning me so I was facing away from him. He washed my shoulders, then down my back, and butt. He spun me back around, applying more body wash before making his way down the front of my body. His hand roamed between my legs, softly washing me. He bent down, and looked up at me with a smile, “hold on.” I gripped the side of the shower as he washed down the right leg to my ankle, lifting it. He washed and massaged my foot, a moan I couldn't contain left my lips. He set it down, repeating with the left leg before standing back up. His hands came to my waist, gently pushing me back into the stream of water. His hands were all over me, rinsing me clean. He looked at me, cupping my face in his hands. He slowly leaned in, crashing his lips to mine.

I kissed him back, fighting my head yelling at me to stop. Fighting my urge to push him away and run. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth. He lifted my body, pushing me to the wall, wrapping my legs around his waist. His legs started to slide on the slippery floor. He pulled me tighter, stepping out of the shower. He made his way back to the bedroom, sitting down in the chair. I could feel him pressing against me, and I wanted him. His hand rolled up my thighs, making its way between my legs, pushing inside me. I gasped, looking into his eyes, his fingers quickly working in and out of me. “That’s right baby, let go.”

I gripped his shoulders, pushing into his hand, chasing that feeling he had given me before. I felt myself getting there, so close. My eyes closed, my head fell back, moaning. “Not yet,” I felt his fingers leave me and I clenched, wanting that feeling back. I looked down at him. “Not yet baby,” his fingers roll over my lips covering them. He leaned forward, licking them clean, kissing me hard, deep. He pulled away, looking into my eyes, “put me inside you.” I looked down, gripping him in my hands. I lifted to my knees rubbing him along my clit before pushing him inside me. “Good girl,” he grabbed my hips, “now take me.” I looked at him, he smiled and guided my hips up and down.

I lifted slowly, pressing back down onto him over and over. “I, I.”

“That's it, baby, you ride me. Slow, fast, whatever you need. I want to see you come apart for me.” I picked up speed, gripping onto his shoulders for leverage. His grip on my hips tightened, “fuck Alora, you’re going to make me come.”

“Luka,“ his name left my lips in a slow labored breath, “I.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” his hips lifted, meeting my thrusts.

“Luka.”

“Yes, good girl, fuck.”

I rocked up and down, quicker. “Luka,” I panted out chasing my orgasm, “Luka, I, I’m, Luka!” I pressed down into his body coming apart, releasing all over him. His body shook underneath me, I collapsed onto his shoulders. The two of us gasped for air, his arms wrapped around me tightly. We just sat there, in each other's arms.

Finally, he stood up, taking me with him back into the bathroom. He set me down on the vanity, grabbed a washcloth, and put it in the shower stream before turning it off. He wiped me, then himself before leaning in and giving me a soft kiss on the lips. He lifted me bridal style, taking me to the bed, pulling the covers up over me. He climbed in behind me, pulling me tight into his body, kissing my shoulder, “you’re a goddess Alora, and deserve to be treated that way.”

I spun around and looked at him, “Luka I am never going to be the gir,”

He pressed his finger to my lips. “Not tonight, tomorrow you can say whatever it is you need to say. But tonight, you’re letting go.” I gave him a nod. He kissed my lips, laying down. His left arm pushed under my pillow, his right wrapping around my waist. “Goodnight Wife.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “Goodnight.”

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