RAVISHED

37

Luka accepted Aria's challenge, placing her onto the edge of the bed. She landed softly on top of her freshly cleaned sheets—something she knew she would thank herself for later when she'd requested them that morning.

Aria propped herself up on her elbows for a better look at him.

The moonlight glittered through the windows and across Luka's stern face as he studied her, the hard length of him creating a visible bulge down the leg of his pants. He crossed his arms across the bottom of his tunic and pulled it up and over his head, tossing it casually to the floor.

The sight of him like this… His strength, the way his skin glowed, the way he looked at her with that divine, insatiable hunger. It was nearly too much to process. She tried to keep her face neutral despite the unnatural beauty that radiated from him. Like some sort of god, made mortal.

"We've come so far since I was here last," he said, his voice coated in velvet. "It's much more fun to be invited."

"I'll remember that the next time someone breaks into my room," she replied, cocking her head.

"As long as I'm around," Luka said, joining her at the edge of the bed, "I promise you'll never have to worry about anyone else behaving the way I did with you. Not if I have anything to say about it." A note of apology laced his voice, lingering in the air between them. Aria's eyes settled on his full lips, swollen from their time in the hall.

"This seems as good a time as any to make it up to me," she said playfully.

"Oh, I plan on doing that and more," he grinned, placing his warm lips to her jawline as he tugged at the neck of her tunic. "How much do you care for this?"

She smiled wickedly. "Not at all, actu—"

Luka extended a razor-sharp talon from his hand and hitched it at her neckline, slicing the fabric open from top to bottom, exposing her peaked breasts and taut stomach to the night air, leaving her bare before him.

"Gods, you are magnificent," he rasped, dropping to the ground, putting his face level with her pulsing need. He slid his hands along her thighs and spread them apart gently. "I told you I'd get on my knees for you, Princess."

A moan bubbled between her lips as he placed a light kiss to her inner thigh, scanning her face from under his lashes, working his way up slowly. Too slowly. She grabbed the back of his head, her fingers tangled in his hair, and pulled him toward that center of warmth between her legs. But he resisted her urging and pulled her arm away from his head, pinning it firmly at her side. "If you want me to prove it to you, we do this my way."

Aria groaned in protest but laid her head back on the bed.

Luka resumed his task, incessant on killing her with those soft, deliberate lips. He gripped her thighs as he ran his firm tongue along her opening, stopping just before reaching her clit. She writhed under his grasp, wanting, needing his mouth there. "Please," she sighed .

He must have liked hearing her beg for him, because he slowed his movements even further, moving back and forth along her slit—everywhere but where she desperately needed him.

"Gods, you taste like you were made for me," he moaned into her. The vibration of his words against her skin was nearly enough to send her into a frenzy.

" Please , Luka," her voice was barely a whisper. " Oh —"

Her mind went blank as he finally— finally —he gave her what she wanted, wrapping his mouth around her pulsing bud, sending a guttural moan from low in her throat. At the same time, he plunged a thick finger deep inside her, curling it up and into her, finding that perfect spot that blurred her vision. Despite the way she wriggled under him, he held her arms firm with one hand, keeping her from reaching for him the way she wanted to.

Luka's tongue flicked back and forth, lapping at her eagerly as he added a finger, his hands large enough to stretch her deliciously. Her moans became softer as her climax neared.

"Luka—" she warned breathily.

His fiery eyes found hers, but he didn't falter. He was relentless with his touch, craving those sweet sounds that escaped her, keeping his rhythm steady until her orgasm wracked through her with an intensity she knew she would come to crave.

Just as the pulses subsided, he pulled her arms toward him, bringing her upright to meet his face. Their lips joined ravenously, the sweet taste of her pleasure melding in their mouths.

"Let me feel you," she murmured against his lips, "I need to feel you." She tugged at his grasp and he let her go gently. Aria answered her own wishes and moved her hand toward that intoxicating bulge, running the tips of her fingers lightly along the length of him over his pants. Gods , she knew he was big but this … She palmed him, saliva gathering in her mouth.

Luka shuddered and nipped at her bottom lip with a groan. He pulled back from her and stood, bringing her eye level with exactly what she wanted. Her fingers found his waistband and pulled, the considerable length of him springing free from its restraint.

Everything about him was beautiful.

"You were right," Aria looked up at him through her lashes and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "That author didn't give you nearly enough credit." He chuckled, low and rough, before letting out a hiss as she wrapped her mouth around his tip.

She took him as deeply as she could, using her hand to make up the rest of the distance. He fisted a hand in her hair that had long ago come unbraided, watching her lips travel back and forth, back and forth. The slight pull on her hair as she moved made her moan around him.

"Fuck, Aria," he muttered, the words drawn out like a sigh. He pressed her gently back against the bed, her feet dangling over the edge as she laid there on display. "Gods, look at you," he said quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were made to be worshiped."

Honestly, she felt like a deity, the way he looked at her, the way he breathed in her scent as he climbed on top of her, pushing her knees towards her chest. She felt the tip of him brush dangerously close to her entrance as he hovered over her, his breath tickling her nose. She leaned up, eager to feel his lips against hers, but he denied her that, too.

She'd never felt so desperately wild with need. And she needed him inside of her. Immediately. "Stop being such a tease," she whispered, pulling a gust of wind toward his back, nudging him into her ever so slightly .

"You just couldn't let me do it my way, could you?" he laughed incredulously and finished what she started, pushing himself into her deeply with one smooth thrust. She let out a yelp at the sheer size of him, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Hey," he said softly. "Relax for me, Princess." He stroked the back of her thigh while placing soft kisses down her neck. "Is this what you wanted?"

She loosed the breath she was holding, reveling in the way that tiny twinge of pain turned into pure bliss, her sigh melting into a moan. This was exactly what she'd hoped for, more than she'd hoped for. "Yes, gods, yes ," she breathed. At her words of approval, Luka began sliding in and out of her slowly, watching her carefully.

"Harder," she gasped, "you won't break me."

Aria gripped the back of his neck as he pumped faster and faster, another climax building deep within her. He gripped the sheets tightly behind her head with one hand, their noses touching as he stroked his thumb over her clit softly with the other, rubbing every time he entered her. Every single nerve in her body was on fire. She tightened around him as her breathing became labored.

"Don't you dare," he warned her with a smoky breath, his lips curling upward. "Wait for me, Princess."

"Luka," she protested, his name like a shaky melody. Her powers sent the windows rattling around them as he moved, Aria closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. She sank her nails into his shoulders and dragged them down his back, sending a throaty moan through him. She couldn't hold it in any longer, and he knew it.

Their eyes met hungrily. "Do you want to come for me?"

"Yes, gods, please let me come," she begged .

Luka slowed his thrusts, hitting that blissful spot every time. "Okay, Princess," he purred, their foreheads joined, "come for me."

Aria's climax erupted, this time harder and more intense than she'd ever experienced, her screams loud enough to wake the entire castle. The waves of pleasure jolted through her so intensely the walls shook, sending the tapestries that adorned them cascading to the floor. Her pulses sent Luka barreling toward release right behind her, filling her deeply and wholly as his body pressed against hers, their breathing heavy and strained.

He watched her the whole time, his expression a devastating mix of passion and anguish. Their eyes met as her soul returned to her body and the room stopped trembling, something unspoken passing between them. His lips found hers, the hunger now turned to satiation. They laid there like that for a moment, speechless, chests heaving.

"Shit," Aria muttered, finally catching her breath.

"Shit," Luka agreed. He turned to face her, her cheeks still flushed, and propped himself up on an elbow. "So, how's that for proof?"

"My gods, you're the worst," she laughed heartily.

He leaned down and brushed a strand of damp hair off her face before placing a slow, gentle kiss on her forehead. "Let me get you cleaned up."