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*smut warning*

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The second I shut my apartment door behind me, Luke was pushing me against it. Our tongues battled for dominance, a battle that he easily won. He grabbed at my hips, pulling me closer. Our chests pressed together, my hands finding themselves in his soft curls. He let out a quiet groan as I pulled on them.

I wanted to have that effect on him again, so I started to tighten my grip on his hair, when his hands left my hips, roughly grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand. His other placed itself on the small of my back, holding me to him as his lips moved down to my neck, sucking. I gasped when his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.

He let my hands free and grasped at my thighs, signalling me to jump. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist while he led us to the couch, sitting down with me on his lap. My legs situated on either side of him as he attached his lips to mine again. I wasn't sure what to do with my hands.

"I hope you like it rough," he said in between passionate kisses. "Because I don't think I can be gentle with you." His piercing blue eyes found mine as I nodded, unsure of what else to say.

I never did anything like this with Alec, my first and only boyfriend. I had no idea how these things worked. He was always so sweet and slow. This is all so fast and rough. He kissed my neck again and I crooked my head to the side to give him more access. One hand was grabbing at my ass, the other slowly trailing up my waist. When he made it to my shoulder, his movements quickened and his hand found itself on my neck, lightly squeezing it as he forced me to look at him.

"Is that okay?" he asked, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. I took a deep, shaky breath and placed my hand over his. I didn't pull it away from my neck or try to loosen it. Instead, I held it in its place.

"I'm all yours tonight," I told him, "you can do whatever you want to me." In a bold move, I opened my mouth and took his thumb in, gently sucking on it before he pulled it away.

"Bedroom. Now." Those two words were all it took for me to get up and rush down the hall of my apartment. He trailed behind me, slapping my ass.

He nearly threw me on the bed before taking his shirt off. I tried to follow in his lead.

"No." His voice was strong, powerful. "Stay still." And I did. I stopped taking my shirt off and laid as still as I possibly could. "Good girl," he whispered as he slowly made his way to me.

His chest was covered in tattoos, just like I thought it would be. But I didn't focus on that. Instead, I focused on the way he was hovering above me and the way his lips were attacking mine. He started kissing down my neck, playing with the hem of my shirt.

"I'm gonna take this off now, yeah?" I nodded, squirming. "Ah," he scolded. "Stay still." It was hard to stay still as he peeled my shirt off and his fingers grazed my skin.

When he grabbed onto my breast, I let out a quiet whimper. He did it again, this time rougher as he left a trail of messy kisses on my neck. He reached under me, skillfully undoing my bra and throwing it aside. One hand resumed it's position on my breast, while he kissed down my chest and to the other. His lips connected with my nipple, and I writhed, arching my back unintentionally.

"You just can't stay still, can you?" He teased, using his free hand to grab my hip and hold me down. He only held me for a second before using that hand to pop the button of my jeans. He massaged my breast, pinching my nipple, and attempting to pull my pants down with one hand. Eventually, he gave up and broke off contact to rip them down.