HIM
and slowly run them up the sides of his body. I can feel his skin begin to rise with goosebumps. He amiably inserts his finger inside me. I gasp slightly at the light pressure it brings and grab his wrist. He stops kissing me, halting the insertion, then looks at me with concern."Do you want me to stop?" he whispers.
I let a single tear fall. I don't want to falter. I want him to make love to me, so I let go of his wrist; he then continues ever so slowly, moving his finger in and out of me. I close my eyes as I enjoy his soft touch. I can feel myself become wetter from his leisurely swipes inside of me. He removes his finger and kisses me softly. Then he grabs hold of his penis and guides himself inside me. I gasp again, at the intense pressure from his size. He slowly continues sliding farther into me, never releasing his stare from my eyes. Once he is inside me, he brings his hands back to my cheeks.
He moves back and forth gradually, letting out a soft moan and closes his eyes. I run my hand through his hair, and he opens his eyes, looking into mine again. I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly as he continues making love to me. I begin to tingle, intensely, even throughout my face.
Our passion right now and the fact he's making love to me is phenomenal. I could float into the sky or orgasm at any moment. I open my legs wider and bring my legs up the sides of his body. He slides deeper in, keeping his moderately slow pace, and the pressure builds again but feels unbelievably amazing. Luke closes his eyes and passionately kisses me. I open my mouth and slide my tongue into his. I deepen our kiss as he begins moving inside me at a slightly faster pace. He groans deeply into my mouth. Luke has such a healing touch!
I moan and can feel my vagina tighten around the thickness of his cock as I begin to orgasm. He breathes out of his nose and slowly whispers, "I love you" in my mouth. He then tenses his body as he releases inside me. I relax my legs while Luke rests his head on my chest, with his penis still inside me. I open my eyes and look up at the ceiling. Did he just tell me he loves me?
After catching his breath, he lifts his head and looks deeply into my eyes as he runs his thumb over my cheek and under my eye, wiping away a single tear. He kisses me then says in such a sweet and charming voice,
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" I whisper.
Why is he apologizing? I should be doing that and thanking him too, considering he got into a fight because of me at the nightclub.
"Making you cry then coming inside you," he whispers back, still locked on my eyes.
I look deeply into his eyes as another tear slips out. I stare at him for a few seconds—silent.
"That was incredible," I release softly.
I want to cry happy tears. Luke smiles, kisses my nose, and my forehead. He removes himself from inside of me, rolls off to the side, then tucks me inside his body, wrapping his arms around me firmly. I nestle into his bicep, comforted, and protected. I drift off to sleep.
Chapter Sixty-Four
I can feel all of Brady's weight on top of me; I try to thrash my arms and legs to move the slightest bit under his heated bulky physique, but I'm completely frozen. Pure panic washes over my entire body as I am afraid for my life.
"What are you going to do?" I call out in terror.
I can feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck as he brings his head closer to mine, and the additional weight from his body crushes me. It's hard to breathe.
"You'll see," he blusters through his teeth.
He shifts his weight again, removing most of it from my body as he rips my pants down over my hips. I want to fight, I need to fight, and I need to break free. I can feel the weight of his body return to mine. I'm unable to move in the slightest bit, and all I can do is scream.
"Brady, stop, please, NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
I jolt awake as Luke calls out my name. I look into his concerned eyes as he hovers over me in my bed. I let a single tear tumble down my cheek as flashbacks flood my mind from that unfortunate and painful night with Brady, when he-
"That asshole scared you last night, didn't he?" Luke asks in an angry yet compassionate tone.
I want to tell him that last night at the club wasn't even the icing on the cake. I want to tell Luke that Brady already hurt me before that. I want to tell him that I'm afraid of Brady and he won't stop harassing me since that night at his parent's house. I want to leave and go back to my dad's; no one can hurt me there.
I don't know why Brady is doing this to me. He's always been a pretentious asshole, but he's going above and beyond that persona. I want to speak, but nothing will come out. I don't' know what to say to Luke or how I would say it to him if I were to conjure up the words. I turn away from Luke and lay my head back on my pillow, scooting my naked body back inside his. Luke tucks my hair behind my ear, runs his fingers up and down my arm, then kisses the back of my head. I stare at the wall.
One part of me thinks it's some sick vendetta of Brady's to get me to crack under his disgusting game and give him full control