After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 32

We couldn't stop kissing, sucking, and licking each other's mouths until we reached the bed. He put me on the bed, then positioned himself on top of me. He was like a hungry lion eating its prey. My lips broke from his, and then his eyes narrowed at me; he cupped my cleft.

"I'm going to devour you here, but for now, I need to feel you."

He stepped out of the bed and pulled down his pants, and his shaft sprang free. He was so hard, thick, and massive, I worried if he would even fit.

Luke pulled out a drawer and grabbed a condom. He tore the packaging with his teeth and slid it on. He crept back on top of me and repositioned himself between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock slide along my slit; he rubbed it against me, teasing me. I grabbed his ass and begged him to take me. He chuckled sweetly then lightly kissed my lips.

"Lucas!"

My reaction made him laugh, and he was too beautiful. "I like how you call my name."

"Hurry up, or I will change my mind," I pleaded.

"Well, I can't let that happen."

In one full glide, he thrust inside me, hitting the very edge, making me cry out in too much pleasure. Though I felt a little discomfort, and I stiffened against him. He was too big.

His body tensed, and his jaw locked. He shut his eyes as if he felt my pain.

"You are tight." He groaned breathlessly. "So fucking tight."

I adjusted my hips, whimpering as I felt him throb. I tried to arch my back and curled my legs around him.

"I'm sorry. It's just... It's been a while."

He kissed my mouth again, and he gazed softly into my eyes. "Shh... It's okay." He slightly moved, but still being gentle. "I knew you would feel this good."

"Luke…" I gasped as he started thrusting into me with a soft, gentle tempo. I groaned in both pain and pleasure. The fullness was too much.

He dipped his head and kissed me tenderly, kissing the pain away. I was surprised that he could be gentle and controlled. I loved how he was so patient with me as I felt his muscles tensing with agitation.

"Luke…"

"What, baby?"

"Harder, please…"

He grinned sexily, then nipped my lower lip. He surged into me in a hard, wild thrust. I cried out in pure pleasure as I felt that the pain was all gone. He was groaning in my ear as he thrust harder and harder, keeping a tempo that drove me insane. When he felt that I adjusted, he gripped my thighs and pounded carelessly into me.

I cried out loud, "Ohh… Lucas… this feels too good… too good."

"Come for me, baby," he said roughly.

I couldn't say any more words until I cried out as orgasm took over me. He stared down at me, watching me come.

"You're so beautiful… fucking beautiful."

He continued to pound inside me with his cock pulsing inside, reaching for his own release.

Luke's head dropped on the side of my neck as he relaxed into me. We were both catching our breaths.

"Baby," he murmured. I didn't know how many times he had called me with endearment, but I liked it. "Damn. I still want you." He kissed me again, and he slipped out of me. His cock was still hard.

I watched him get up; he took off the condom and tossed it in the bin.

It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life, and I was yearning for more. But now that we'd finally had sex, what was going to happen next? From what I'd known about Jax, he didn't do cuddles and never let a woman stay. What if he realizes that it's only one night, no repeats for us? I just had phenomenal sex. I wondered if he thinks the same.

"I'm going to take a shower." I swung out of the bed as well, and I went straight to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and let the water rush on my body.

This was always my problem when I got into a relationship. I was always paranoid, afraid of being hurt because I could get easily attached. And I still didn't know which category I should put Luke in. He was the type who would fuck and forget, and I knew for sure that there wouldn't be ‘us' after two months since he was still my stepbrother.

I was attached to him, I must admit. I wanted him for a long time, and now that I had him, it would be difficult for me to find the way out.

I rinsed the water on my face and ran my fingers on my hair as the water continued to pour over my head when I suddenly felt hands touching me. And just how I wanted to keep my feelings for him at bay, he just had to do this to me.

Luke spun me around.

"What are you doing there?"

He flashed a sweet smile. "You look so sexy, you know that, right?"

"Lucas, please. I'm not staying for the night. I'm going home after this."

"Call me like that again, my cock will be in your mouth." His smile disappeared. "You're not leaving yet."

"I thought you don't want me to stay in your room for the night?"

He scowled. "I don't remember saying that? Lift your arms."

I did as I was told, and he grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing it on my body.

"What's going on with that mind of yours?" he asked as he continued to wash me. His hands were now on my stomach, soaping me with every gentle stroke.

"Nothing. As you've said, I know about your sex life, so I know for sure that you don't prefer me staying here."

"Don't keep frustrating me and stay."

"Wait, it's your dad," I said breathlessly.

"Answer it," he said but didn't stop.

My eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind?"

He grinned sexily instead, but he cupped my ass, lifting my hips so he could get more access.

"Wait, we haven't…" He took my clit in his mouth and nipped it with his lips. "I didn't call them last n-night…"

Luke suddenly stopped, his mouth glistening with my liquid. "Go on."

I pressed the answer key. "Hey, Thomas," I greeted, trying to keep my voice sane.

"Scarlet, honey. Your mother asked me to call you. You didn't call her last night. Are you with Luke?"

I looked at Luke's face, who was still between my legs. Goddammit.

"Uh, yeah…" I cleared my throat. "We're eating breakfast."

Luke flashed out a playful grin hearing the word ‘breakfast.' Daringly, he pushed another finger inside me. I breathed out sharply.

I glared at him and mouthed, "Stop."

"Tell Luke to call me later."

"Yeah… I… I will…"

"Are you okay, honey? You don't sound fine. Are you sick?"

"No." I pressed my lips together. "I'm fine. Luke—I mean, Thomas. I'll call you later." I pressed the end key and tossed the phone away.

"What are you doing?" I almost screamed. "I was freaking talking to your father!"

He sprang up and sat on his heels. "I just want to tease you. It felt amazing, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Don't you ever do that again."

He moved back on top of me, his chest against mine. "Then next time, let me finish my breakfast before answering a call. Are we clear?"

"Crystal."

I wrapped my arms around him and held on to his back, dipping my nails into his flesh. He chuckled at my sudden boldness, and he crashed his lips against mine.