Luka kept driving into me until my thighs were numb and my breath came in thin, ragged pulls.
He held me in that slipstream between agony and bliss, each thrust winding me tighter, until my body trembled around him.
“Do you want to come again?” Luka’s voice was a deep rumble at my ear.
I nodded, trying to speak, but all that came out was a whimper.
“Say it.”
“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Luka, let me come.”
He pinned me with his eyes, then shifted his hips, grinding against my clit just enough to send a white-hot surge through my nerves.
I cried out, my body locking, straining for release.
“Not yet.” He shifted and slowed his pace just enough to starve the edge.
The denial was exquisite, cruel.
“Please,” I rasped, rolling my hips up to meet him. “Please, I need it.”
He let the words hang between us.
Then he squeezed my throat. Air vanished. So did everything else.
The world collapsed down to Luka’s hand clamped around my throat and the impossible stretch of his cock splitting me open. I clawed at the headboard, vision blurring as the pressure ramped up and my lungs strained for air.
Darkness crept in at the edges. My body locked tight around him, the rhythm of his thrusts the only thing holding the worldtogether. My eyes rolled up, lids fluttering. White and blue sparks flashed, like the afterimage of lightning.
Everything reduced to two points: his hand at my throat, and the crush of him inside me.
Air. Release. Him.
Darkness closed in?—
And then he let go.
Oxygen slammed back into my brain. The room exploded into high-def color, sensation crashing over me all at once—brighter, louder, overwhelming.
He shifted his angle, grinding mercilessly against my clit with every thrust.
“Now,” he growled.
And my body obeyed him.
The orgasm detonated hard and fast, ripping up my spine. I wailed, a raw, animal sound, as everything inside me seized and released, seized and released, wave after wave crashing through me until my limbs stopped listening.
He didn’t let up. Luka drove through the aftershocks, steady and relentless, slamming the pleasure deeper. I came again—no build, no warning, just a second, savage explosion, my body wrung out, nerves firebombed to cinders. My legs jerked, toes flexed, hands clawed at the slick headboard as I sobbed his name, broken and worshipful and wild.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice ragged and bright. “I told you to come, and you shattered for me. Good girl.”
The words cut straight through the haze.
“I take care of what’s mine.” He tapped my wrists. “Let go.”
I released my grip on his headboard, fire licking at my fingertips as blood rushed back in.
He pulled out just long enough to flip me onto my stomach. Luka hauled my hips up, my face pressed into the pillow. Sweat and the sharp bite of his cologne clung to the fabric. I barely hadtime to breathe before he drove back into me from behind, so hard and sudden I shrieked.