Page 64 of Trust the Fall

We’ve been separated for too long.

“I love you, Luke. Take me. Please.”

He drives upward and in one swift motion, he’s fully seated inside of me. My body exhales in absolute contentment. He allows my walls time to adjust to his massive length before moving once more.

His cock is so deep inside of me, I whimper with every thrust of his hips. No matter the roughness of the whole act, I can feel his love in every touch. Every kiss. The passion is a burn that I feel from the top of my head to the tips of my curling toes.

This isn’t lovemaking. It’s not soft or slow. It’s hard. Demanding.

It’s born of a blind need, greater than either of us can comprehend.

Nothing has felt more right than this moment. The hardships ahead of us are the furthest thing from either of our minds. Right now, nobody else exists. It’s only him and me and this complete bliss.

His hand cups my breast as he fills me to the brim.

“We will do this again tonight, and it won’t be up against a fucking wall,” he growls.

“Yes,” I moan.

He slams into me harder, and my back scrapes against the rock. The pain that follows is washed away by the pleasure of Luke’s expert moves. This has never felt so good.

Another moan that I’m sure the whole of Hell hears rushes from my lips and Luke smothers it with a kiss. My body is in flames, and I relish the burn. Every place his hands touch tingles.

“More. Faster.” I’m so close and I need the release. “Please.”

He slams into me again and again.

“I can’t hold it, Victoria.”

“Don’t stop. I’m right there with you.”

Once. Twice. Three more pumps, and he’s spilling into me.

As my own orgasm spasms through me, I collapse into his arms, and he holds me as I come down from the high. We stay like this for several minutes, both breathing heavily, neither of us wanting the moment to end.

“That was...”

“Everything,” he finishes.

A knock at the door has us both straightening.

“What in the hell is with people interrupting us?” he grumbles.

Setting me on my feet, he snaps his fingers so that I’m dressed once more. I’m back in the black leather I’d put on before leaving the loft.

“Hell clearly has its advantages,” I chuckle.

“I could have you naked just as quickly on Earth,” he grins.

Another knock. “What?” We both yell in unison.

“You two done? We have shit to do,” River grates from the other side.

At the sound of his voice, Luke’s demeanor shifts. Back is the broody Satan from earlier.

“Luke? What’s—”

“Not now, love. We have plans to make. I need to claim my throne.” He places a chaste kiss to my forehead.