Free Luca (I Love the Way You Lie #1) by Gina Whitney Page A

become my new reason for living. Mark her. Mark her , I thought. My teeth danced between her neck and shoulder, tasting her—nipping. Her broken, ragged sighs that rang through the air did nothing for the zipper now biting into my swollen cock. I needed to remedy this situation before I exploded.
    I pulled her into my lap none too gently. The time, any pleasantries were long gone. I wanted. I needed.
    She flushed, feeling my desire for her. Blood flowed to my cock, nearly choking oxygen from my brain. I decided that her being on my lap was no good for speech. So, I laid her next to me.
    “This is so odd.” She shook her head.
    “Odd?” I asked coolly. I didn’t like the word odd . It’s fucked up.
    She grabbed my face and pulled me toward hers. “I don’t mean odd in a bad way. What I meant to say is… It’s odd how comfortable I feel with you. Here…in this place of all places. After what happened. I just never expected…” She closed her eyes painfully and I fed upon that fear, giving her all my fervor. My strength. Stroke after stroke after stroke. My tongue worshipped hers, harnessing her pain and turning it into a carnal energy that crackled around us. Her scent filled my lungs. Vanilla, feminine, and utterly seductive—not nearly satisfying my baser needs.
    Our kisses broke with her sigh and my growl. I made my way down her breastbone with my tongue in tow. Cupping the undersides of her breasts with my hands, I squeezed them gently, feeling the soft flesh with my fingers. Both begged to be thoroughly worshipped by yours truly. Pinked buds tightened in the night air. Kill me fucking now, I thought. She was going to be the death of me. I gently pulled down her bra without fully releasing it, my lips drying with anticipation. I paid equal attention to both—suckling, kneading, pinching, and licking. I ran my hand down the flat of her stomach until I reached her core. Her arching back and whimpers gave me unspoken permission. Fuck. I needed to taste that pussy more than my brain needed oxygen.
    I was a calamity of ADD. So many fucking things to taste, I shook my head in disbelief. As I had suspected, her juices soaked through her panties and jeans, and all I could smell was liquid need. My cock throbbed in time. I was doing my best to control my need, and yet without realizing, she was staring up at me like an injured lamb. I stopped. Pain laced with something, I didn’t have a name for. What kind of a fucking animal am I , I thought. Her mouth had a wounded look, her lips full and soft. Yet sadness pulled at the corners.
    Frozen and sickened by my behavior, I stuttered, “I’m sorry. I…” I pulled the panels of her bra back in place.
    Her hand stopped me with a squeeze. “Don’t stop. Please.” Her plea was barely a whisper.
    Her tits taunted my eyes and my mouth watered. I swallowed and my cock flinched, all in one pregnant pause. She definitely didn’t have a don’t stop face. Her face was one of dread and loathing. Why would she loathe me? I had to admit that she confused me, and that was fucking hard. The energy was still crackling around us. Suddenly, I was consumed by fear. Fear of what? Losing her?
    “Please. You don’t know how much I want you right now.” Her small, pink tongue flicked her bottom lip.
    My eyes narrowed and the beast stirred. “Then show me,” I dared, pressing my cock into her heat. She bristled under me. And without another word, she pressed her soft lips to mine. Heaven. This time, there was no hesitation—only need. Who, was I to get in the way of her need, I thought. I wanted to nurture it. Feed it, grow it, and roar in its primal grip over me.

“Tell me what you’re feeling right now.” His baritone voice hit my clit.
    What was I feeling? What was I feeling? What was I feeling?
    My head lolled and my eyes met his. “Everything,” I whispered.
    His eyes sparked with something primal as his fingers pinched my swollen clit. Thick fingers found their way