Page 51 of Urban Justice

His touch intensified, even if it remained caressing and languid. Deep, rumbly, and so close, his voice had a hypnotic quality that pulled her under his spell even more until she was torn between her own screaming need and her promise to the man above her.

Her willpower slowly eroding, pleas poured from her lips until Luke shifted, sliding his arms around her body and switched their positions as if she weighed nothing.

Now on top of Luke and completely naked, it was clear what he wanted her to do, and it delighted her. In sensual retaliation, Sloane pushed Luke onto the bed and began an exploration of her own. Her heart skipped as her lips skimmed scars and raised skin, a reminder that his past life had been hell, and that for each scar she kissed, there were so many more invisible ones. Could he understand her demons more than she gave him credit for?

Loud grunts brought her back to the flesh and blood man, and how she wanted to offer him the same agony he’d given her. With the most loving touch she knew, Sloane did what she’d never done before; poured her entire soul into him, his pleasure, his moans, what made him tick, get tighter or soften with a sigh.

For the first time in her life, Sloane could push aside what had overwhelmed her for so long, the cravings, and reach calm inside her.

Like a purring cat, she rubbed her cheek on his abdomen, nipping and licking until she reached her prize. Taking her cue from him, she licked his cock over the fabric, looking him up to see her lover staring back, propped on his elbows. Never breaking eye contact, she peeled his last piece of clothing over his hips, freeing him for her to touch.

As she ran her tongue from balls to tip, Luke shook and his jaw clenched. His eyes were bottomless pools of liquid night, devouring her, telling her that he was reaching the end of his rope too.

On her hands and knees, she crawled upward, trailing her mouth over his shuddering body until she straddled his hips. Just as she was about to beg, Luke took her head to pull her down, devouring her mouth, his hands gripping her waist.

It was becoming harder and harder not to lose control, so she filled her mind with the hunger on his face as he pushed up until he rubbed his erection against her slick folds.

Sloane bit back a moan, pushed herself higher and reached between her legs to put the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Luke answered her prayer by meeting her halfway as she impaled herself on him.

She’d never made love so slowly, so deliberately, drawing out the pleasure until it almost felt like agony. So hard and pulsing inside her, Luke slid in and out of her leisurely until she was on the verge of losing her mind.

“I can’t. I can’t continue, Luke. I need it harder. I can’t come like this. It’s too much.” Her voice was raw and now she shuddered, covered in sweat.

Luke sat up, pushing himself even deeper, positioning her legs around his waist. In that position, he continued to sway his hips after robbing her of any sort of control. Her breasts pressed against his torso, his chest hair abrading her sensitive nipples to the point where she moved even harder against him. Her lover cupped her face, pushing her damp hair away. This was way more unsettling than being naked before him. Strong arms came around her body, plastering her against him, his low voice reverberating through her being, setting her ablaze.

“Stop fighting, baby. Just stay with me. Only me. Shut down your brain on what to expect and only feel what I feel for you. The first time I laid eyes on you, you infuriated me, but all I could think about was turning you over my desk, lifting your skirt, and plunging myself deep inside you, just like I am now. And when we did it, do you remember? It was savage and raw, and I can still recall the sensation of emptying my balls inside you when you screamed as you came.”

The images he brought to her mind sent electric shocks through her core, her pussy greedy, but Luke kept a tight grip on her hips, maintaining the slow pace.

“Your fire drew me. I can’t help but touch you, but it’s not enough. I need to see if you’re as wet as I am hard. Constantly. And even if you make me cum like a freight train, I want more. Your mind, your trust, your heart.”

Sloane opened her lips to speak, but it was impossible to utter a single word. Emotions shut her up, clogging her throat, squeezing her heart. Her body shivered, the orgasm she’d believed impossible hovering just out of reach.

Her body’s senses were overloaded, but it was how Luke reached into the very fabric of her heart and soul that made her tumble.

“How I wish you could see yourself like I see you. You’re courageous, beautiful, and frustratingly stubborn. You’re so much more than the Vigilante or your addiction. Trust my body if you can’t trust my words, Sloane. One day you’ll believe in yourself and allow yourself to be part of your team for good. Allow love into your life. You’re worth it, Sloane. I love you.”

Her arms tightened around him as she cried out, her orgasm sweeping over her like a warm wave, making her drown in the pleasure and Luke’s scent. Lost to reality, the man in her arms shouted, his own pleasure overtaking him.

How could this incredible man believe in her when she’d never believed in herself? Seeing through her weaknesses when she couldn’t forgive them? Offer her so much when she was so afraid to give? She hadn’t thought life would be so cruel to put such a man on her path while she was this broken.

Tears fell from her eyes, all the energy in her body draining until there was no strength and her vision edged with black, as she was overwhelmed by love for the first time in her life.