ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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This morning, for once, I woke up hungry. Like a full meal type of hungry.
It's due to Lukas who can't keep his fucking hands to himself, and then I lose control of my mind and body, giving in to the tentacion.
His naked body presses on mine from behind, the warmth of it radiating through me already.
"What are you doing?" He whispers, his chin above my shoulder. "Eggs."
I haven't done this for breakfast for a long time already, but it feels nice having the smell around the ambient right after a shower.
He hums, cock pressing into me, making me know he's hard.
Fuck this is hot, but my body still aches.
"I'm still sore from last night." I groan, trying to pry him off me.
"You're breakable after all, huh?" Lukas muses, the smirk being felt against my jaw.
I scoff. "Says the one who had legs shaking."
And no shame about it, or trying to contain the affect I had on him, which somehow, makes this man a hundred times more sex appealing.
"Can't really blame me. That mouth does wonders." He whispers lowly, seductively, kissing the spot below my ear.
My eyes close on their own as his lips trail down my neck to my shoulder.
They're soft and warm against my skin, lessening my muscles and having me melt into his comfort.
"Lukas, the eggs." I try to say, but my voice gives it away.
"They're done already. Let them cool off." He says kissing my shoulder.
Fuck, I love that now.
Giving in, since the heat between my legs increases, I lean my back on him, his arms going around my waist.
"You're so reactive to my touch." Lukas mutters, fingers slowly trailing up my skin, making me bite my lip.
I hum, knowing that I am.
His hand wraps around my throat, gently pushing my head further back against his shoulder. His lips start by kissing the corner of mine, before fully claiming my mouth.
Feeling his hard on, I reach my hand to his dick, placing it between my thighs, along my core, not really inside me but definitely brushing his cock with my arousal.
We groan as I clench my thighs, pressing his thick cock further into the middle of me.
"You're going to be the death of me." Lukas groans, grabbing his dick and tauntingly teases me with his tip, rubbing my wet slit.
His knee separates my legs, and my jaw falls open, eyes pinching shut, as he sharply thrusts inside of me.
My hands grip the sink counter, my knuckles getting white as he keeps a steady pace with sharp, deep thrusts.
