Romani Prince

Chapter 33: Make Me Forget

All the while with his eyes locked to mine, Luka reaches behind me and turns the water off.

He doesn't touch me, but the way that he is looking at me... all of me, it makes me feel so shamefully exposed.

His gaze falls on the long bruise caused by the seat belt in between my breasts and, with a wince, his expression changes, once more.

I am afraid that he will push away, but no...

Gently, Luka envelops me with his arms, raising me from the floor just enough to carry me out of the shower.

He lets my feet touch the rug and I lean back on the sink while he grabs a soft white towel from the rack and wraps it around his hips.

He grabs another towel and faces me.

"If you let me do this, I'm going to need you very still... And don't say a word."

I swallow, not sure of what he wants to do. Still, I nod slowly.

Luka starts by gently drying my face and neck. He makes sure to cover every spot that the towel had just touched with the softest kisses.

I can barely think, much less speak...

His thorough attention and caresses steal my breath away, as he gradually moves down to my shoulders and my collarbone.

"My Gaby..."

His touch is so light, his lips feel so warm.

Luka gets down to one knee. His face is leveled my breasts that bounce just slightly due to my heavy breathing.

I feel my face burning up under his adoring stare.

"You are so precious to me that it pains me to see you hurting..."

The fluffy towel brushes softly over one breast and then the other.

My hands grab onto the sink behind me when his mouth covers my nipple.

"Mmmm..."

It is just one sweet kiss... Then another.

His lips, then, leave a trail of carefully placed kisses all the way from that one nipple... to the next.

His lips are so soft and gentle. The touch is so subtle that I feel like I'm going to die if he doesn't take me in his arms and ravage me, already.

"Luka..."

"Shhh... You promised."

Our eyes meet for a moment.

"I need this, mierea..."

Barely able to keep standing, I gulp hard and nod, once more.

I cannot refuse him anything.

A sharp gasp bursts out of my mouth when he leaves another set of kisses down my stomach, to just below my navel.

Sweet, sweet torture...

I'm not sure how much longer my legs will be able to support me.

And when I think he'll go even lower, Luka changes direction, finding my waist and following down the curve of my hips.

"Every inch of you... Made to drive me crazy."

A soft whimper escapes me when he gets down on both his knees and gently turns me around.

"Ah..."

The towel slowly drying one leg and then the other, with his lips following up the back of my thighs and finding... my buttocks.