Warning: chapter contains mature scenes!!!

"I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes." — Unknown
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Chapter 49
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Maggie

The ride home was more than tense. It was easier with our friends in the car to cover the conversation, but the moment we dropped them off at their hotels, Luke and I went back to our silence.

I could feel Luke's stare, which had been settled on the side of my face for the past couple of minutes. When I didn't return it, he sighed, looking elsewhere.

The car slowed at the gates. As soon as we were in his driveway, I didn't hesitate in grabbing the car handle, and practically lurching myself out onto the concrete.

I heard Luke's door shut right after mine, then his footsteps. "Maggie."

I shook my head, glaring down at my phone as I tapped at the screen. The lock to the door clicked, and I was able to push inside.

Luke was right in front of me a second later, his face tight with concentration. "Maggie, we're gonna talk about this."

With my glare intact, I jerked around to face him. "Why didn't you ask me first?"

"I didn't think there was anything to ask."

I crossed my arms. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you never told me," he responded, propping himself against the back of the couch. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Again, you could have asked."

"Well, I didn't, and it's too late, and I'm sorry, okay?" He crossed his arms, studying over my face. "I didn't know—"

I shook my head, again, turning on my heel to get to my room. Luke stepped in front of me, again.

"Maggie," he said. "Listen, I—"

I glared past his shoulders. "Move."

"Not until we talk this shit out," he argued, nodding behind me to the kitchen island. "We sit, and we talk now, or we do it later. Either way, it's happening. You're not going to sleep mad at me."

My fists tightened under my arms as I thought it over. I only had a couple of seconds to respond, but with the way Luke was staring at me, it was impossible to think, rationally.

Giving in, I turned to get to the kitchen. Luke followed, pulling out our chairs, and taking the one next to me.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "Like I said, I didn't know."

"You did," I mumbled. "On the group call, I told you."

"You kicked me, but that was it. How was I supposed to know anything else? I thought you would have said something to them by now."

"Yeah well," I sighed. "I didn't."

"Why not?"

I turned my head up to him. "What?"

"You heard me. Why didn't you want them to know?"

My arms fell to the table, instead using one to hold my head up. Everything was crashing in a matter of hours, and I was simply the barer of it. That headache was coming back all over, again.

I shook my head. "It's not important."

"Obviously it is," he responded, staring into the side of my face. "So, you're going to tell me."

I went to stand, but my limbs had grown so wobbly with nerves, I couldn't muster the strength so quickly.

"This isn't about that," I avoided. "It's about you being jealous—"

"Hold the fuck on," he scoffed. "I wasn't jealous."

I snorted. "Then, what was that back there?"

"Me correcting something that was wrong as fuck."

I turned to face him, fully. Despite the blush in his cheeks, a stranger would probably believe his statement, but that was the thing. I wasn't a stranger.

I could see it in his eyes: the mass of emotion beginning to build all over again. It was the same the night we almost kissed, and before he tore back from me.

It appeared as a challenge to keep it under wraps the way he was doing, because I had done the same thing for so long.

Now, though, I didn't think it was possible to do so any longer.

I didn't want to.

But, I couldn't be in this by myself. I needed him to meet me halfway, if even that, because it was way too hard to make the journey on my own.

I shook my head, scooting the chair back to stand. As soon as I did, Luke's hardened stare shifted. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"To my room," I shrugged. "Join me when you're ready."

I heard his chair scrape after him. "What are you talking about?"

I paused in my tracks. "You were jealous," I stated, simply. "Admit it, and—"

"I wasn't jealous," he snapped back. "Besides, this isn't about that. It's about—"

"It's about you saying what you said because you were jealous?"

He scoffed from behind me. "It's about you not realizing how much the people in your life care about you. How much they will always care, despite anything or everything you tell them."

My gaze wavered. I was stuck, now, physically incapable of making a move that didn't center around this conversation.

I wished I could believe him, wholeheartedly. I wished he knew everything and anything about me, and still felt the same, if he even did feel anything about me at all. I wished and wished and wished...

But, it was different when everything that I would tell him would be the exact opposite of the image I'd shown him all along.

My throat locked up tight. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the longer I had to revisit that part of myself.

Luke was so close to me, his presence seemed to be the only thing that was holding me up, right now.

"How would you know?" I whispered.

I didn't even have to look at him to see the fear, because I was wearing it, too.

"Because," I heard him pass a trembling breath through his lips. "I..." That single term was all that was heard through the thickened glass we were trying so hard to build against the other.

I nodded with a weak sigh. "That's what I thought, Luke."

I wanted the confirmation, the okay and reassurance that it was okay to feel this way about him. I wanted to, needed, to know that I wasn't in this overtaking wake of emotion, alone.

His confession in the kitchen the other night had been as honest as ever, I believed. But, him tearing back from the kiss was what left my mind in an endless stir of doubt. I didn't know which one to trust more.

All I knew was that I wanted him. And, that want would only continue to grow, whether he wanted me or not.

Just as I turned, two hands gripped either side of my waist. They hauled me up so quickly, it nearly felt as if I were floating.

A second later, I was sitting on a hard surface. Only when I felt the cool top through my jeans was when I realized I was sitting on the counter.

Luke parted my legs so that he was in between them. Either of his arms caged me in my spot, his muscles straining under the grip he held on the counter.

My chest was constricting so dangerously, I had to take hold of the counter to maintain a grip on reality.

Slowly, my eyes raked over Luke's tensed figure, before finally meeting the literal storm of blues. They were gazing into mine so fiercely, I found myself getting lost in the waves, and getting the oxygen swept from underneath me all at the same time.

"I know..." he started, his voice dipping so deep, the butterflies in my tummy followed it. "I know because it's me. It'll always be me. I don't care what has, or what will happen, because in the end, you're still my Maggie."

My Maggie.

Something in my chest was pumping harder than before. I only realized it was my heart when that loud son of a bitch carved Luke's name from the inside out, as it had done every single time I tried to erase it.

I'd never seen a fear such as his; it was different. It was so different because he'd never worn it before me. Something about it being displayed to me, and only me, made me realize that it was working its way into my own, too.

Here it was, though. In his eyes, in his face, in him.

It shone with such a scatter of emotions, I was nearly incapable of catching them all. The most notable ones were the admiration, the hope, the adrenaline, and every single thing that my own was tangled with.

"Maggie," he said my name so slowly, it was like a melody to my ears. I saw his throat bob under the pressure. "I can't do this, anymore. I can't pretend, anymore. I can't."

The string of our connection seemed to only thickened the longer it remained tied around us. I had no plans of undoing it now that it was here.

His hands fell from the edges of the counter to grab my own. Mine hung lazily, as I was only capable of doing the bare minimum with the way he was looking at me.

His eyes sparkled at me. "I can't..." he repeated in a whisper, bringing our hands to our sides. "It physically hurts me to pretend as if I haven't fallen head over fucking heels for you, Maggie."

My chest drawled in a slow breath, and I saw his do the same. In sync, they both fell with the same shakiness we were both carrying amongst the other.

All signs of hardness had fallen from him, leaving behind the sense of vulnerability only he'd bare to me. It was just us, and the very truth of the things we'd been holding back all along.

"I think about you every single minute of every single day," he confessed in one of the softest, yet firmest voices I'd ever heard. "I dream about you. I smile about you. I see you everywhere I turn. I hear your voice. Your laugh. Your smiles. All of it, Maggie. I want all of it..." His words slowed as he raised a hand. It cupped my cheek, only multiplying the round of electricity under my skin. "And, I want you."

"Luke..." I managed to get out through a burning throat.

He shook his head, his thumb lightly grazing the skin along my face. "You've got me, Maggie. You've got me in a way that no other person, and no other thing, not even myself, has ever had me. But, you do." A light smile crossed his lips the sight of me. "You have it all. You make me feel it all, and you make me want to give it all back to you even harder."

"There isn't anything in this fucking world that could change that, or me, or how I see you, Maggie," he continued, squeezing my hands. "Because, when I see you, I see the world. My world." He stepped closer, so close that our bodies were only building heat amongst the other. "I see the girl who I'd do anything in this fucking world for. I see the girl who could have anything from me, who could ask anything of me, and who would have it in a matter of seconds. I see the girl who I want to be mine. Who I'd give anything in this world to have as mine."

The electricity had turned into full blown power, now. It was taking over my entire being with his influence. The feeling nearly threatened my wellbeing, but with Luke, I didn't have to worry.

My skin had heated in a matter of seconds, despite the cool shock of his confession. It was all mixing in so quickly, yet so pleasantly at the same time. All I wanted was to confront it, him and his beautiful words and soul, alike.

"And..." he paused, his eyes falling as his Adam's apple jumped. The nervousness caught up to him as he sighed. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I can understand if you don't, really. I'll never try to force you to, but I just couldn't hold it in, anymore..."

His eyes began to rise, but they lingered a minute too long on my lips. My eyes dipped to his lips, and his own followed to mine, again.

Just as we both caught each other, we linked our eyes.

Then, it happened, again. And, again.

By the time the intention cleared, Luke didn't return to my eyes. His gaze remained on my lips, only. My own flickered between his and his hooded eyes, my heart slamming into my rib cage.

So slowly, it seemed to physically hurt, the hand on my face draped over my cheek only, cradling me in his hold to the perfect level of comfort. I never wanted to leave it.

His tongue darted across his bottom lip as he sucked in a weak breath. "Maggie." That hand he left on mine had somehow went to my thigh, stroking with a firm grip.

He was moving closer.

"Luke," I whispered in return, my voice barely holding up against it all.

His hand squeezed at my thigh, again, and it sent the most thrilling message to the rest of my body.

"If I get even the smallest fucking taste of you, Maggie..." His next breath was choppy. "There's no going back. I can't go back, because there's nothing to return to if you're not there." His fingers grasped my chin, tipping my head up to him. The possessiveness along his expression grew the longer he watched me. "I'm yours, and you're mine. Only mine."

I nodded, gulping past the abundance of passion to speak. "I am," I confirmed, because it was without a doubt for me.

His hand was turning me into a hot excuse of mush. His set concentration on my lips was making my mind race in a way that only he could. He was making me feel in ways I never even thought possible.

His gaze had shifted at my response. Desire hugged his expression so handsomely, that nearly did me in on its own.

I never even knew my brain could run this fast until now. My desires, my fears, my fantasies of how this kiss would go, if I messed it up...it was all at present, until it finally landed on one: what if I messed up?

I'd kissed a number of people before, but with the way Luke was looking at me, he made me feel as if there were about to be my first kiss. I knew he was going to make it feel like one, for sure.

What if I messed it up? What if he didn't like it? What if I made us bump heads, or some shit?

Fuckfuck—

"Fuck!" cursed Luke.

I blinked. I didn't even realize what had happened until I caught sight of the blood leaking from his nose.

My eyes fell, reluctantly. A clenched fist was hanging to my side.

Oh. My—

I just punched Luke.

I. Just. Punched. Luke.

"Oh my god!" I cupped my hands over my reddened face. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't—"

Luke ripped a piece from the paper towels, dampening it under the kitchen sink. Tilting his head back, he placed it to his nose. "Shit, Norris. A simple no would have made me stop."

My skin crawled with embarrassment. "No, no! I didn't want to stop, I was just..." I trailed off, wrapping an arm around his big bicep to lead him to me. "Here, let me do it." Once he was sat, I lifted his head to me, and attempted to avoid his eyes.

Luke didn't seem the smallest bit angry, though. If anything, I thought I saw the humor in his expression.

I swept at his nose with the towel, cringing at myself as Luke pressed his lips together to stop from smiling. "You really got me good, Norris."

My eyes fell with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Luke."

The first man who made my toes curl without even touching me, and I punched him. My fight-or-flight instincts never kicked in at the right time, apparently. I didn't even have a reason to have either one to him, but maybe I fucked it up before it even started.

His head tilted at me, dark eyes roaming over my face as something crossed his expression.

"Maggie," he said my name as if it were the sweetest melody. "Angel, did I make you uncomfortable?"

Literally the opposite. "Not at all, I just—"

His hand caught my wrist, pausing all movement. "Hey," he said with all seriousness, tilting my head to him. "Maggie, if you don't want it, don't you ever hesitate or even think you have to hesitate to stop me, okay? I don't give a fuck how far we've gotten, where we are or what we're in the middle of doing, or anything like that. The moment you don't want it, or you're uncomfortable, you stop me and you better not ever feel bad about it." His humored expression had tensed up to one of complete honesty. "One word is all it takes, and it's all off, you hear me?"

I nodded, offering a a sheepish smile in return. I trusted him, and everything in between when it came to me. But, that wasn't at all the reason why I hit him. In fact, it was the opposite.

"I did want it, I promise," I explained, returning to his cleanup. "I swear I did, I was just a little nervous." Saying it aloud didn't help my fleeting confidence by any means.

Luke shot me a puzzled look. "Nervous?"

"I was scared that I wouldn't do it right, or something, I don't know." I shook my head at myself, my chuckle tense.

Luke pondered over my statement. The silence only aided in my shame the longer it continued. I pretended to be invested in his cleaning rather than how I nearly broke his nose.

"Kiss me."

I reared back in shock at his demand. "What?"

Luke was cool, an easygoing expression scouring across his face. "You heard me. Kiss me first so that you can feel comfortable." By my waist, he pulled me into him, then raised one hand to my chin, tilting my head down to him. "You have all control, Norris."

My head bobbed on its own. It was just a kiss, nothing to it. It could be a quick peck at most. Then again, this was a kiss with the man who didn't stand even remotely close to all of the others before him. Luke had his own section in my book, hell, in my soul.

My eyes lowered to his as I began to lean it. The closer I got, the more I saw his own hood with lust, his expression gone soft at me. I couldn't take it.

I reared back with a frustrated huff. "Well, I can't do it when you're staring at me like that."

His expression fell, instead shifting to humor. "What difference does it make?"

"It makes a huge..." I shook my head at myself, shoving a hand through my hair. "No, you know what? You do it."

An eyebrow rose at me in shock. "Why me?"

"You were just about to a minute ago!"

He scoffed. "That was before you went all ninja turtle on me, and socked me in the nose."

Over my embarrassment, the heat his body gave flourished through mine as an escape. His fingers looped in the holes of my jeans, dragging me over to him until I was flush against his chest.

Luke stood, his height curling over mine until I had to lift my head. Before I could get to that, he did it on his own, maintaining a grip on my chin.

To refrain from stomping my foot like a child, i groaned out, "I already told you it was an—"

Luke crashed his lips to mine. It took a moment past my shock, but with the feeling of only right, it was impossible to miss...

We were kissing.

My eyes widened before fluttering shut, entirely. I didn't hesitate in leaning into it.

The kiss started soft and slow, a tentative exploration, testing the waters, but beneath that gentleness simmered an undeniable hunger.

So, I'd take it. I was done waiting.

I locked Luke into the kiss, my fingers gripping the back of his neck, tangling in his curls, and tugging him closer. His groan reverberated through me, an echo of our matching longing for the other.

And, just like that, the need for air became irrelevant; I never wanted it again. If this kiss was all I had left, I'd gladly choose it above all else.

I'd choose him above all else.

His lips were like soft, gray clouds, both fluffy and dark, ready to consume everything they touched. They tasted like cool mint with an elusive sweetness, a combination that left me yearning for more with each passing second. They melded perfectly against mine, like they were always meant to be together, creating a magnetic pull neither of us could resist.

With him, I felt an overwhelming mix of emotions—safe, warm, breathless, and exhilarated—all tightly woven into the tension that crackled between us. It was something crazy, something I'd never, ever, gotten close to before, but now that I had it, I knew there was no forgetting it.

Luke's hands roamed every inch of my face, as if he couldn't decide which part to claim as his favorite. The hand on my cheek lowered, fingers curling around my throat and hauling me closer to his body, not enough to ring caution, but enough to remind me: I was his.

I swallowed his moan, releasing my own moments later, before we broke for a brief breath of air. Yet, the magnetic pull between us, the unspoken chemistry, and the tension that bound us together meant that a break didn't truly mean a pause.

We were only just getting started.

"I—" My emotions were in such a stray, all I could do was settle on my coping mechanism: insults. My jittery eyes jumped up to Luke, whose everything had melted down until adoration was left behind. "Jesus, that was the worst kiss I've ever had." Out of all of the lies I'd told of myself, that was the biggest.

The man had me wanting to go back in time to erase all of the others just so I'd have his first. Though, with the way he kissed me, it felt as if it were my first and last.

He leaned in closer to me, his head bobbing, and I could see that he had caught my jest. But the challenge remained.

"Yeah?" he breathed out, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

I nodded, breathlessly, shuffling my feet in his direction. "Yeah."

His hand seized my waist, yanking me toward him. His fingers pressed into my skin, molding me to his body until we were tightly intertwined.

"Let me try, again, then," he breathed out so huskily, my stomach turned. His breath fanned my lips in a nearby hug. "I've been wanting to have this smart ass mouth of yours on mine for a while, now."

He was back on me, and I welcomed it eagerly, slipping back into a heavenly state as our lips collided once more.

Luke caught my gasp of surprise as he tightened his grip around my waist and swiftly lifted me without breaking the kiss. Instantly, my legs wrapped around his strong waist, and the palm of his hand landed on the curve of my ass, pulling me closer until our bodies melded into one.

I barely registered that he was moving until he pinned me against the cool wall. I was grateful for his support; my legs felt like they couldn't hold me up any longer.

As he reluctantly broke the kiss, I saw wildness in his eyes, a dazed and equally aroused expression that mirrored my own.

"I can't stop, Maggie," he breathed out, the timbre of his voice sending a sharp, instant ache between my legs. "Please give me the fucking sanity to stop—"

I lurched forward, immediately heading for his lips, again. I wasn't going without them, or him, any longer. I couldn't.

"Don't stop, Luke." I swallowed back back one of his groans as he parted my lips with his tongue. "Don't you dare."

My fingers delved deeper into his hair, tugging with just the right amount of force to coax more of those sinful groans from Luke. In retaliation, his grip on my hair tightened, pulling my head back slightly, exposing my throat to him.

The tension in the room seemed to burn my sun as our desires danced on the edge of restraint, like a storm waiting to unleash its full intensity. Each touch, each pull, each groan intensified the magnetic pull between us, fueling a palpable connection that left us both tiptoeing on the edge of something explosive.

"Fuck." At my moan, his hands squeezed at my ass as he settled into my neck. "I'm gonna make sure to get all of these sexy ass sounds out of you tonight, Maggie, you know that?"

I melted into his embrace as his soft lips peppered a trail of kisses across the delicate skin of my throat. The kisses only ceased when he began to leave a hickey.

Tingling sensations surged, and I couldn't help but moan his name in a breathless plea, "Luke."

Luke smiled against me as he finished off the first hickey. "I promise there won't be a part of you my lips don't touch tonight, Norris."

I needed that as my reality more than ever, right now. My arms tightened around him once I felt the feeling grow too unbearable.

I needed him. All of him.

"I want you." My eyes parted, weakly. "I want you, Luke." I wasn't sure if he understood to what extent, but nonetheless, I'd make it obvious in anyway I could. "Fuck me."

Luke lifted his head from my neck, his fingers pushing the strands of hair out of my face so that he have a clear look. "You sure, angel?"

I nodded, hurriedly. His hands were driving me to the wildest points there was. I wasn't sure of how much more I could take without having him inside of me, too.

At his look of skepticism, I shifted my hips against him. His cock had hardened seconds into our kiss, but now, the full feel of its length against me nearly had me coming undone right there.

His head dipped to my neck, a groan escaping his lips the moment he felt my response. When he raised his head, I glimpsed his lust-filled expression before he captured my lips again.

Our kiss never broke as he led us out of the kitchen. His kisses were like a wildfire, consuming us with their intensity, and I welcomed the heat, returning it with my own spark.

As we passed by the door to my bedroom, I tilted my head down to look at Luke, who was still focused on my neck, lost in me the way I was him.

"You missed my room, dingus," I managed to get out. "What are you—"

"I want you to be the first girl in my bed, Maggie," he mumbled back, huskily. "The only girl in my bed."

Fuck. The desire rung me out until I was nothing, but an agreement. I wanted to be those exact things more than I wanted anything else right now, too.

The door to his bedroom slammed shut after us, but I barely heard anything else past the roar of our kiss as we collided with the mattress.

I tried to lift my upper body by my elbows, but by my throat, Luke pushed me back down into the pillows. Fuck. My thighs clenched shut to relieve the ache, until he parted them with his body so that he could fix it himself.

Luke ripped back from our kiss so quickly, the spot went cold. "We need to...we should..." He shoved out a strangled sigh, his head falling to my chest.

I thought everything but that. "Why?"

His head raised, but only so that he could peck my lips, again. "Because, I don't think I'll ever stop coming back to you for more," he confessed against me. "You're everything that's driving me fucking crazy, Maggie."

I didn't care about the consequences, or what would come after. I was done thinking about it when it came to Luke. It had proven to only be a strung out, tortuous, failure every single time.

I wanted this, him, right now.

"What if I want you to keep coming back? To never stop?" I said. "What if I want you, too?"

Luke studied me over, his expression rising with relief at my words. "Then..." His eyes dipped to my body, but when they returned to mine, I nearly came just at the sight. "We won't stop."

Our lips moved in perfect synchrony, a relentless chase of passion as we sought each other again and again.

His fingers nearly ripped the button from my jeans as he undid them, firmly grasping my jeans and panties, pulling both of them down in one swift motion. His other hand moved quickly, releasing the clasp of my bra, and he practically tore my shirt from my body in his haste.

I was exposed before him, the cool air stinging my bare skin.

My chest tightened as he examined me, but I found no hint of disgust in his gaze, and I prayed it would never surface. His eyes moved carefully over my body, his lips parting as he reached my scars.

My skin flushed red at his head tilt. He'd seen them already, but it was so long ago, and he'd been drunk.

Now, he was completely sober and aware of how much of a monster I truly was.

When his head dipped, his lips flowered the gentlest of kisses to my stomach, perfectly lingering on the scars to say the words before he did, "You're so fucking beautiful, Maggie."

My stomach sucked in with a small gasp. That statement alone was enough to send my insecurities packing.

Luke raised himself to me, either hand landing on the sides of my head. "I'm going to try my fucking hardest to go slow with you, but when you're looking at me like this, when you're looking like this, like mine..." he chuckled, shaking his head. "It's gonna take a fuck-ton of control to stop myself, Maggie."

Without a word, I took his hand and guided it to show him how much I wanted him. A low, contented sound escaped his throat in response.

"I want you," I repeated, my chest bouncing in thumps. "Fast or slow, gentle or rough, I don't care, I just want you, Luke." So, so badly.

His grin built against my skin. "Shit are you gonna regret that."

"What do you..." my words fell as he sunk a finger inside of me.

He muttered a low "Fuck" and inserted another one. A smirk played on his lips, his voice laced with satisfaction as he chuckled, "Seems like your pussy still remembers me, Norris. It's just as wet and ready as I had it the last time."

I attempted to roll my eyes, but pleasure overtook my senses. My hips moved in rhythm with his hand, and when he quickened his pace, I was overwhelmed.

Luke pressed a hand against my chest, pushing me back onto the pillows. I couldn't help but giggle at his stubbornness, earning a half-crooked grin from him before he lowered his head.

My moans mingled as my fingers tangled in his hair for something to hold onto. When I tugged, it only fluttered my butterflies up even more, due to his groans.

"That's it, Norris," he murmured, his thumb working my clit in a rub, fingers slipping in and out of me. "Keep riding my fingers, angel. I won't stop until I have you dripping on them for me."

My body moved instinctively, and when his hand t tightened around my throat, something in me shifted. I was just moments from coming all over his fingers.

And of course he caught it, earning myself a grin. "Use your words, Norris." The command was lost when he sped up the pace, welling up my frustration. "Please, Luke."

"Please what?" He tucked my hair behind my ear and gripping it in a firm first, as his lips brushed against my neck. "Let me hear you run that smart ass mouth of yours like you always do."

This was payback for all the times I mouthed him, I knew it. It was driving me insane.

I arched my neck, granting him further access. "I want..." My words dissolved into a shudder as he applied pressure to my clit, circling his finger relentlessly, perfectly synchronized with the ones inside me. "I want your..." I couldn't finish; I was on the brink of release.

"Goddamn," he growled. "It's taking everything in me not to see how deep you can take me every time I hear you say my name like that, Maggie." A chuckle mixed with a kiss silenced my response. "Let me feel it down my throat next, okay?"

Just then, he tipped my chin toward him, capturing my cries with a kiss that weakened me in a way I'd never thought myself capable of. Every muscle that could clench and tighten did so, burning me and him and us from within.

Luke deepened the kiss when my scream threatened to break it. His hand in my throat wove into my hair, holding the back of my head to him so I could take it all.

Then he broke our kiss and quickly descended down my body. My skin buzzed with ecstasy as I watched him, my chest heaving for air.

Luke shoved my legs back on with one push, his hands stroking my knees as he focused on me. "I've been waiting fucking ages to taste you again, Maggie."

My heart soared to the skies in excitement, but when his head dipped, I halted him with a tap on the shoulder.

I blinked through my daze. "W-what are you doing?"

He shot a confused look at me. "About to eat you out; the fuck does it look like?"

As tempting as I knew it'd be, there was no way.

I shook my head, palming my warm forehead. "It won't work."

"And why the fuck not?"

Saying it aloud left my warm skin only worsening. I didn't know how he'd take it, but it was the truth.

I couldn't orgasm routinely like that. Luke had been the only man alive to break that belief before, but that was years ago. My body definitely reacted differently to him than any other, but I wasn't too sure if it were possible after so long.

"I can't come twice in a row," I murmured. "I tried to so many times with Xander, but it was—"

Luke moved with astonishing speed, hovering over me so quickly, it made the air from my lungs dip out. His chest pressed against mine, eyes flashing with possessiveness.

His hand descended down my body, fingers capturing my clit between them as he gazed intently at me. "Let me tell you something right now, because I sure as hell won't be repeating myself, again."

A moan slipped from my lips as a finger ran through my soaking slit, before dipping back inside. "One," he gritted out, his fingers working at me all over, again. "If you ever bring up another man's name while you're in my bed again, Maggie, I swear to god, I'll make sure that you can't walk in a straight line for a week, you hear me?"

Fuck.

I'd never thought I'd get turned on by a man dominating me, but Luke...I had to admit it. He had me questioning every set of morals I'd ever put in place from the beginning. I loved the possessive side of him more than he knew.

His glare remained intact as he added, "Two. If that lazy fucker couldn't get more than one out of you, then he didn't care to. I'm not him." He lowered himself to my thighs, fully parting my legs, again. "Three. You lay your beautiful ass back in this bed, keep these pretty thighs around my face, and let me do all of the work, yeah?"

"I'm telling you it's impossible. You can't—"

"Watch me."

Before I could object, he jumped right into it.

As soon as his lips descended, they were covered in me. They sealed around my clit, drawing it into his mouth while his tongue impressively flicked and caressed the sensitive bud, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Hold the fuck on. With the way he was starting out, I sure as hell was questioning my earlier statement.

My head fell back against the pillow, and it took everything to hold the decaying fragments of my head together. But how could I, with his hands sliding beneath my knees once more, bringing me closer and closer to bliss.

His lips went to my clit on a kiss, then he lifted my knees, giving me only his shoulders to depend on. His tongue thrusted between my folds, delving as deep as he could go, while simultaneously positioning his face so that his nose would graze my clit. And each time he reached it, the tip of his tongue teased and grazed the sensitive skin, driving me to the brink. Once he had his taste though, he quickly latched back onto my clit, groaning in satisfaction.

Oh my god.

Electric currents physically shook my body up. "Fuck, fuck..." The chant came off as a prayer the longer he ate me out.

The roughness of his cocky laughter against me only intensified the pressure. A chorus of moans filled the room, blending seamlessly with his own groans. Knowing how much it was turning him on to give me pleasure only fucked me up even more.

My eyes slammed shut as everything blurred, my body hot. "Fuck." My other hand joined the first, pulling at his hair. "Fuck..." I already knew what was coming. "Luke—"

His head popped up only for a second to growl out, "You either come on my face, or not at all, Norris. Pick one." His hands fell to either side of my thighs, locking them in around his face as he continued on. His fingers dug into the skin so that I didn't have a chance to run.

And with that, took my clit back, swirling his tongue around it as if it were the sweetest thing in the world. Another long, slow lick was given to my clit, and I made the messiest decent down from cloud nine.

Black spots danced before my eyes, and pleasure hit even harder this time. I screamed his name so loudly it hurt my own ears, unable to stop until I was reduced to a whimpering, weak excuse of bones and skin.

Dark eyes never left mine as he lowered me back onto the mattress. His face remained nestled between my thighs, eagerly lapping up every drop until I barely fucking made it back to reality.

A cocky grin held over his lips as he got back on me. "That's my fucking girl, Norris."

I tried to conjure a remark, but none came. My body and legs were trembling so bad, I nearly lost sight of him in between the middle.

"You're so sexy when you come," he chuckled, shoving his shirt off. His pants and boxers went right with it until I had the most heavenly sight in front of me. Nothing but muscle, hardness, and temptation. "I'm gonna have the image memorized by the time I'm done."

My nod was weak. I captured him in my arms, again, taking over his lips. I never wanted to let him go. The taste of myself on them only furthered my desperation.

His cock dug into my skin, and I couldn't resist reaching down. The thought of having him so hard for me sent my mind into a frenzy.

Lukes' eyes nearly fluttered shut before he shook my hand off. "Nah. That can wait." When he leant back, his dimple sunk in as he chuckled. "I'll have plenty of time to fuck this smart ass mouth of yours later, Norris. Trust me."

I pushed out a breath as my response. My mind was simply a void, right now.

His lips traced any space he could find of my neck, his voice deep and smooth as he murmured, "You want it hard or soft, angel?" He reached in the nightstand beside our heads.

I fisted his hair as he kissed at my shoulder. "Hard," was all I managed to fit in between moans. "Fuck me hard."

As I watched him slide the condom down his cock, I eyed the length and the girth with a bit of hesitation. I might regret what I'd said, but I didn't want to take it back, not at all. I was just as needy as he was. I could take it.

His grin built against my skin. "Good girl, Norris."

When he lifted himself, he kissed my cheek, then reached to the side of us to grab a pillow. He placed it behind my head, I assume, to stop me from slamming it against the headboard.

Since he'd given me a minute to recover some of my attitude, I managed to smirk, "I bet not. Your pencil dick couldn't even—"

A shaky moan fell from me as he thrusted himself along my clit. He raised his head to meet mine, a mischievous grin on his face. His fingers traced a gentle path along my skin until they reached my face.

The longer he stared at me, his grin softened into something more tender.

He dropped a kiss to the corner of my lips. "You remember what I said. If you don't feel comfortable or if you want to stop, it doesn't matter how far we're in, Maggie, you do or say it, and I stop. Without hesitation, you hear me?"

I passed a softened smile his way. My legs wrapped around his waist, so shaky that Luke had to drop his hands and hold them there to stop them from falling.

"I want you, Luke," I voiced, kissing his cheek. "I promise you, I want you just as bad as you want me." If not more.

He swept a hand through my hair, then dropped it. His tip licked at my folds, but it didn't go any deeper. The realization hit when I saw the mischief peek from behind his expression.

He was teasing me.

And, I was going to fucking kill him for it.

"Luke," I hissed.

His head tilted, a seductive grin playing on his swollen lips. "Mhm?" His fingers teased my nipples, causing a moan to escape me as he continued, "Tell me what you what, Norris." He pushed another inch inside me, and it wasn't enough. "Tell me, and you know I'll give it to you all you fucking want."

"Luke," I gritted out, desperately. "Please."

"Please what?" Feigning curiosity, he leaned until his breath was grazing my lips. "Come on." His cock began to inch out of me, leaving me with a sour taste. "Talk back to me the way you always do."

My stomach was starting to twist with anticipation. "Please fuck me."

His satisfied grin gleamed back at me before his eyes dipped to our link. They returned to me, his expression painted over with his own want. "Hard or slow? I think I heard you say you wanted it hard, but I'm not too sure—"

My legs tightened around his waist, drawing him back in. "Hard, you idiot! I want you to fuck me hard, okay?" I dropped my head to his pillow, groaning, "God, I hate you so—"

Luke drew his hips back, then sunk into me with one meaningful, heavy thrust. My moan was wobbly, causing him to capture the sound with his lips. His hips seized to allow me a minute to adjust to his size.

Everything was resting on the line of fullness and pleasure, but the pleasure was overriding by a big score. It'd been two years ever since I had him physically, but it was like my body knew and made the adjustments to him immediately.

Luke pulled back, his glazed eyes gazing back into mine. "You hate me?"

My thighs locked him in tight to keep him in place. "I do. I hate you."

Another thrust so hard, it managed to better the last. Either of our moans draped over the other until Luke whispered against my lips, "Say it again for me."

I did. Then, came a thrust harder than the last. We continued on with this game until I was wielded senseless from anything else other than just having more of him.

"Fuck, every time you say it, you start squeezing the fucking life out of me," he hissed in my ear, arms caging me in my spot. His eyes dipped to our link, and he chuckled breathlessly. "It took me in so fucking good, angel. We look so perfect."

My body flushed even darker as I nodded. We did look perfect, and my body wasn't the only one who knew it. It wouldn't get enough of him, I knew that to be true. I wouldn't get enough. I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

My moan swarmed the room as he gathered my hair again, yanking my head back so that he wouldn't miss a thing. One hand remained in my hair, while the other aided to my clit.

This time, he didn't wait for a beat to pass, before he began to slam into me with such force, I nearly lost my bearings seconds in. Pain and pleasure mixed in for the perfect remedy, addicting as can be. It was so fucking perfect.

"You're mine, Maggie. My girl, from this moment on," he breathed out.

I was too concentrated on the feel of him, and in between my moans, I barely caught it. "I'm—" A moan broke over my speech as his thrusts began to pick up.

They were sharp, full of need and want. Of everything that we had held back from each other. There was so much of it, I could only agree and give it back, while still trying to take and accept even more of it.

"Tell me," he demanded, lips latching onto my nipple, again. His teeth pinched lightly, sending prickles of bittersweet energy through me, before leaning up to throw my leg over his shoulder. "You're mine, Maggie. Only mine."

I couldn't think, let alone talk with the way he was fucking me. My mind and body and heart were on the highest pedestal there was.

Fingers digging into the leg that was on the bed, he used it as leverage to fuck me even harder until the mattress moved with us. With it came a pleasurable, mass of curses from me, even through the fluttering disaster of my stomach.

"If I don't hear you soon..." Still pounding his cock into me, his eyes flickered over to mine, and in them, I only saw his oath before he voiced it, "I fucking promise you Maggie, making sure that you can't sit for the rest of the week will come easy as shit to me."

A breathless mix of a sigh and a moan followed as I whispered, "I'm yours." Without doubt. Without question. Without anything, but truth. "I'm only yours."

The satisfied glint in his eye shifted into a possessive one all in the same second. Luke kissed the ankle that was on his shoulder, while his fingers curled around my throat, and picked his thrusts back up.

With each one, I grew more and more grateful of the pillow behind my head. But I never wanted to stop. I needed it all from him, and receiving and giving it back was one of the best moments of my life.

"Are you gonna let anyone else have this tight, sweet pussy of yours the way I do?" he said, his heavy hand nearly leaving an imprint in my thigh as he clenched it. "You gonna let anyone else touch what's mine, Norris?"

Pleasure wrung me out, leaving weakness behind as he fucked me harder. But I couldn't help myself.

To fuck with him, I gave a teasing smile. "If I do?"

The moment I saw his glare shift, my cocky smile fell. A flash of it was all I was allowed, because in one swift motion, I was on my stomach, and he was behind me.

"You wanna be a smartass?" The palms of his hands went to either cheek. "Let's do it, then."

I yelped as a pang of pain and pleasure came to my ass. My head turned, but before I could fully make the connection, a finger sunk into me until I could feel the palm of his hand grazing my clit, too.

My vision blurred, and I had to muffle his name in the sheets, "Luke."

And when he stopped, I groaned. My hips tried going in his direction, to finish what he'd started and got me close to. But all he did was lean over me, his erection digging into my ass.

"Now." I could practically hear that son of a bitch smiling. "Are you still feeling like a comedian, beautiful?"

My head shook, or maybe it didn't, I had no idea.

"Good girl." His finger curved, earning my gasp at the bolt of pleasure that wrecked me. "Do I need to repeat my question, then?"

"I'm yours," I rasped as he placed a hand under my stomach to haul me back into him. But he didn't have to drag me. All I wanted was him, those things, all night and all of my life. "I'm sorry—"

A single thrust had him buried inside of me, again. It would have knocked me off of the bed had Luke's hands not pushed my stomach down.

And the orgasm hit from my toes, on up. Warmth seeped through me, and right onto his cock. It seemed enough to turn me inside out, weakening my bones up.

Luke groaned at the feel of me coming, his thrusts rough as it carried on. "That's it, Norris. I always wanna hear you."

I couldn't stop giving it to him, so we both got what we wanted and more. Lust racked my body so heavily, I'd succumb to it, and him without warning.

"Shit," he moaned out, his thrusts too hard and too many to account under their influence. "Shit, Maggie. Your pussy's already making me lose my shit for it." Heat bit at me from the inside out as he gave another move. Once. Twice.

On the third, my name fell from his lips in a hiss until it mixed with a curse. Warmth settled in my stomach as he pressed down and filled the condom, his cock twitching, until we were both weak figures.

Somehow, my body collapsed, not used to what he'd given so perfectly. His own barely made it to my side, still buried inside me, his body falling next to mine.

My chest bounced for air, my throat itchy from all of the screaming. I didn't even think I was capable of thinking on my own, anymore. If I were, I couldn't expect anything rational from it.

Luke looked to me, his own chest rising and falling on beat, beautiful eyes gazing back into mine with the same heap of emotion.

It only took a second.

We both dove for one another, our lips falling accustom all over again. Swiftly, he tightened his grip, and he lifted me on top of him, an arm training around my waist and dragging me down to keep us as close as possible.

Neither of us stopped the other from going under his sheets.

We both knew we'd have to confront this. Us.

It was too undeniable to avoid anymore. And, for the first time, I wasn't afraid. Not in the slightest. It was hard to be afraid in the arms of the someone who made you feel as if you'd never even known home until you met them.

It was, without question, the truth...

Luke was my home.

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I'm still learning how to write smut, so I'm not amazing at it just yet, but I tried lol. 💀 Also, my loves had their first (well, sort of) kiss!! ❤️

Okay, so I was planning to wait till Wednesday to publish it, but I have seen the comments and got some messages asking for an extra update & I felt bad making you wait any longer lmaooo.

ANYWHO, how do you feel about their first kiss? I was totally fangirling and awing the entire time I wrote it. (this is what always takes me so long to edit lmaoo.)

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter!! I will be back soon!!