Sunshine || l.h. {complete}

Twenty-Two

this chapter is probably awful but hey i tried

4:47 p.m.

[when I get the dates resituated I'll fill in this blank]

"Do what right?" she questions, reaching up to touch his chest, "Luke, what're you—"

Then it happens.

Luke's lips slam against hers like the flood. Every hair on her body stands on end, nerves brought to life and tingling, as if lightning struck in that very spot where she's standing. Even so, it seems like she's stuck in time, her brain not in tune with her body and it isn't registering that Luke is kissing her.

His mouth presses into hers with a harsh fervor, prying and coaxing her into response, but Belle's mind is blank as if she's flat-lined. This isn't the timid first kiss she was expecting, with breathy sighs and fluttering eyelashes against cheekbones. This kiss is heavy and sharp.

Luke's hands hook around her hips and he brings her waist to match his, their entire bodies touching at every possible point. As he leans into her, broad shoulders shadowing in couple with the tree limbs, it's as if her body comes to life and a chemical reaction has taken place in her brain. Her lips react to his, bubbles of emotion slipping between their mouths, and Belle gives him some traction.

Immediately a low rumble sounds in the back of his throat and something twists in Belle's stomach. Hands and fingertips run from her ribs to her hips, counting each bone in their journey.

Rough, chapped lips send her spinning, stars dancing behind her eyelids as he palms her back, keeping her close. Belle's heart is pounding, and the only sounds are Luke's breathy sighs and her own blood rushing in her ears. Everything burns, her lungs, her heart, her lips. It's all on fire, the flames licking at every bit of her person, and somehow they stretch to her fingertips and suddenly she's reaching up and carding her fingers into his hair.

Belle's hands catch and snag on sections of his hair, but instead of him wincing and moving away from her, a groan echoes into her mouth and it further kindles the fire burning in her belly. A smirk works its way onto her lips, and it only grows when Luke pulls back long enough to catch a breath and speak one word into her mouth: "Mine."

It feels so nice to hear those words tumbling from his cherry red lips.

The way his hands are pressing into her hip bones might leave bruises and her mouth is growing dry, but it's wonderful. The dark, brooding boy wants her, and wants her so bad he's pinned her to a tree. Her fingers wrap into the nape of his neck and she pulls him down to her, and finds herself pushed up on her tip toes so she won't miss any inch of him. His lips brush hers again, angling his head in the opposite way and his teeth take hold of her lower lip, sending a spark up her spine.

As one of Luke's hands reach up to cup her cheek, Belle's fingers trail to the front of his shirt and she clutches it tightly, yanking him forward. Fingertips brush over her jawline as they filter into the locks of her hair, his lips coming away only to reattach, like a wave coming on and off the shore, only to return again.

Teeth and tongue slide over her mouth, sending sparkles through her veins. She's sure her heart is aglow underneath her shirt. By now her knees are numb and the only thing holding her up are Luke's arms around her waist. Belle feels a warmth across her teeth and a new set of stars clouds her vision.

Belle feels his tongue thoroughly run over her teeth and through the back of her mouth, the hand in her hair helping to angle her face better. She can't help the tiny moan that escapes her lips. Oh no, she muses, I'm making noises. That's so embarrassing, I don't even know where that came from!