Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

–Luke–

I’m the happiest man alive.

Not only has it been forever since I felt this way, this contented with my life choices, but I also feel like redoing it all over again. But this time, the good part would come sooner. This time, when I run into Julie at my bar, where we met, I’d just throw her over

I kiss her lips, tender, taking my time. I want this moment to last forever.

shoulder and take her home.

Her lips are soft and warm, yielding to my kiss. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the scent of her perfume and the gentle curve of her body beneath me. I trail kisses down her neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin there, feeling her shiver in response.

As I continue my descent, my mouth finds its way to the swell of her breasts. I take one nipple, gently sucking and teasing it with my tongue. She arches her back, pushing them further into my mouth, urging me on. I oblige, lavishing attention on her chest, feeling her moans of pleasure vibrate against my lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

Julie shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a smile, I continue my journey down her body, kissing and caressing every inch of her skin. Her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

I trace my fingers along the tender flesh of her inner thighs, my touch feather–light. Her body is smooth and warm, and I can’t help but wonder how it’d taste if I bit it a little bit, nibble on it. I yield to the thought, my teeth grazing her soft flesh. She shivers beneath me. I follow the path of my nibbles with kisses.

Her taste is intoxicating, her scent driving me wild. I can feel her arousal, the heat radiating from her, and my own desire begins to stir. I pause, my lips hovering just above her most intimate place.

“Luke,” she says, her voice hoarse.

“You want something?”

She arches her back, her hips bucking upward in response. “You,” she whispers. “I want you.”

I smile. “I know. And I want you too.”

I reach the apex of her thighs, and my fingers part her folds. I stare at her, awestruck by her beauty. She’s wet, ready for me, and I can’t wait to taste her.

“Luke,” she says. “Please.”

I smile. “Patience, my love Good things come to those who wait.”

As I lower my head, my lips make contact with her flesh. I begin to tease her with gentle licks and kisses, my tongue darting in and out to explore every inch of her. She moans, her hands gripping my hair as she pulls me closer.

“Yes,” she says. “Right there.”

I increase the intensity of my movements, drawing out her pleasure, Her hips buck against me, her body trembling. I can feel her arousal growing, her juices flowing, and I relish the taste of her.

Her hands tighten in my hair, her breathing becoming more ragged. I can tell she’s close, her orgasm building, and I want to make sure she reaches the peak. I add more pressure, my lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive her wild.

“God, Luke, I’m going to-”

Then she cries out, her body arching as her climax washes over her. I continue to tease her, drawing out the last remnants of her pleasure. I can tell she has ridden down from her high and is now sensitive, because she tries to close her legs. But I hold them apart. Can’t stop when we’ve gotten to the best part.

“Oh, god. What are you-” she begins.

My tongue delves deeper, going in and out of her, swirling around her folds. She moans, her hips lifting off the bed as she tries to pull away, but my arms hold her legs firmly in place. I don’t stop, my tongue never still as I continue to please her.

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Chapter 192

Her moans grow louder, her hips bucking wildly against my mouth. “Please, please,” she begs, her voice breathless with need. “You’re killing me.”

My movements grow wilder. She cries out, her body shaking as

shaking as she climaxes the second time, her orgasm so intense that she squirts.

“Oh god, oh god,” she moans.

Then she collapses back onto the bed.

I lie beside her, watching. Julie’s chest rises and falls in quick succession, her breath coming in sharp gasps as if she’s just run a marathon. It’s intoxicating to see her this way, that glow of exhaustion mixed with satisfaction radiating from her. I can’t help but smirk at the sight–this beautiful woman, utterly wrecked, looking like she’s been touched by fire. There’s something raw and stunning about her that pulls at me, igniting that familiar heat I feel whenever she’s near.

I lean in a bit closer, enjoying the way the sheets are tangled around her legs, exposing her skin in all the right places.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look beautiful when you’re wasted?” I say.

She chuckles, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through me. “I bet you’re looking so smug right now,” she replies.

“Oh, I am. Just open your eyes and

see.”

My heart races as she finally opens them and turns to look at me. I love this–this moment where we drop all pretenses, just two people in the chaotic aftermath of something primal and satisfying.

She squints, trying to focus on my face. “Did I do all that?” She gestures, her fingers pointing to the droplets still clinging to my face and chest.

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