"We're so gonna break ourselves", you mumbled to yourself as he started walking up the stairs with you still over his broad shoulder and he didn't even listen to your small comments. When he got close enough his bedroom, he embraced the back of you knees with his forearm as he pushed the door open with the other hand, walking in like he owns the place - which he technically does.
His adrenaline was kicking in and it was now, by far, too obvious. He threw you on his bed, and before you know it, crawled up over you. "You're my baby girl tonight, understood?", he growled into your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine.
"Fine...", you teasingly paused only to trigger him, "...Hemmings."
His breathing got heavier and uneven as he shook his head biting on his lip ring. Luke rushed to your lips giving you a passionate kiss and ran his hand through your y/c/n hair. He didn't part from your lips as his hand creeped up under your dress. Your bottom half squirmed and your back somewhat arched under his tender touch up your thigh and currently your lower stomach. You felt him smile in the kiss as he, out of the blue, tore apart your underwear.
Your hands pushed his chest away from you, "Way to go jerk, how am I supposed to go back later without it?" He grinned widely and proudly, "Like you got here - over the fence and I'll help you up." You rolled your eyes and he dropped his clothes while you were apparently annoyed with him.
Luke lifted your arms over your head, putting his hands on yours as he held them on the headboard. "In case you didn't remember by now, you will", you gave him a weird look not getting it as he leaned in, "You're supposed to scream Luke."
Your breath shivered along with your body as soon as he said the words, realising he's taking the control over you. You weren't too sure whether you'd allow him the dominance, or you'd continue to play with him and make him crawl after you.
You figured you'd decieve him by making him think he's in control, when really you just wanted to see what he's got in him. Oh, boy - and he did have something, because by the end of the little game you played, you were screaming his name so loud one could've thought something happened to you.
