me.
“That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy you, Elena… because I do . I enjoy all of you. Every inch of you,” he nearly whispers.
“But I’m only capable of so much. I don’t know if I am who you think I am.” He stares into my eyes, his own irises seemingly black amidst the darkness of the room.
He brushes a hand in the hair at my ear, and I almost tremble. His green eyes are so empty in this blackened space.
They are blank. Hollow. Soulless .
But I know he’s not soulless. I’ve seen his soul, seen his passion—even if it was only glimpses.
A new sun has arisen, and, with it, a new Lukas has emerged. A different Lukas.
A guarded Lukas.
So, where’s the man from last night? Who is this man that stands before me?
I don’t know... so I tell him so.
“I’m going to be honest, Lukas… I’m not sure who you are.”
He drops the hand near my face, replacing it at his side.
“Good. Trust me. It’s better that way.”
His shoulders slump by the slightest fraction, but he holds steady. Surprisingly, he leans in to kiss my forehead, and I let him.
My mind runs a recap when his cool lips touch me.
A physical relationship with Lukas. Mind-blowing, meaningless sex. It sounds so perfect.
This is what I was prepared for—what I thought I wanted.
So, why does it hurt so much?
As if he can hear the cracks in my armor, I back away from him. I mumble something about brushing my teeth and retreat to the confines of his extravagant bathroom.
In there, I regroup, staring at the stubborn, blue-eyed blonde in the mirror.
Confusion shines back from her ice-blue eyes.
Don’t think, I tell the woman in the mirror. Just do .
Fuck him on every feasible surface in this big, beautiful house. Christen each countertop with your hard and fast love-making.
I take a deep breath, feeling suddenly burdened by the weight of the shirt on my shoulders.
The butterfly that was in my stomach when Lukas touched me sinks to my pelvis, and I have to double over the sink.
Because that’s just it; that’s my problem.
Lukas and I fuck . We don’t make love. And if what he says about himself is true, we never will .
I feel a tightening in my chest, but before the squeeze can crush me, a knock sounds at the door.
A velvety voice calls out.
“Elena, there’s a mail carrier at my gate. This should only take a second. Make yourself comfortable. Anything you want in this house is yours.”
Except you.
I don’t say it— can’t say it. Instead I remain silent and listen closely as the sound of Lukas’s footsteps fade into the distance.
Maybe another shower will clear my head.
I sigh heavily, dropping Lukas’s top at my feet, and turn on the huge faucet. I step gingerly into the water stream.
Hot water cascades above my head onto my naked skin.
I close my eyes.
Suddenly, a strong arm sticks its way into the glass shower, pulling me roughly out of its doors.
I stumble, dripping wet, out onto the bathroom floor, feeling the strength of the hands before actually seeing them.
They belong to a steel-faced Lukas. He’s still naked above the waist, his green eyes blazing into mine.
His solid arms and torso are stone-perfection, and his shoulders bunch as he tugs my body into his.
My breasts slip against his immovable chest as he crushes his lips to mine and kisses me long and hard, his muscular thighs trapping me against the bathroom counter.
His hands sink below my ass, and they lift me, placing me squarely on the marble surface, where his thick erection prods from beneath his pants and to my center.
He steps away, dropping his pants before returning to my side, where he places my lips back onto his mouth, sucking and biting firmly on my lips and tongue.
He pulls back briefly, penetrating me with a molten stare, his dark eyelashes prominent and contrasting against the emerald in his eyes.
“I had to have you,” he rumbles. “ I couldn’t wait.”
I return his look, letting my eyes give him all the
“That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy you, Elena… because I do . I enjoy all of you. Every inch of you,” he nearly whispers.
“But I’m only capable of so much. I don’t know if I am who you think I am.” He stares into my eyes, his own irises seemingly black amidst the darkness of the room.
He brushes a hand in the hair at my ear, and I almost tremble. His green eyes are so empty in this blackened space.
They are blank. Hollow. Soulless .
But I know he’s not soulless. I’ve seen his soul, seen his passion—even if it was only glimpses.
A new sun has arisen, and, with it, a new Lukas has emerged. A different Lukas.
A guarded Lukas.
So, where’s the man from last night? Who is this man that stands before me?
I don’t know... so I tell him so.
“I’m going to be honest, Lukas… I’m not sure who you are.”
He drops the hand near my face, replacing it at his side.
“Good. Trust me. It’s better that way.”
His shoulders slump by the slightest fraction, but he holds steady. Surprisingly, he leans in to kiss my forehead, and I let him.
My mind runs a recap when his cool lips touch me.
A physical relationship with Lukas. Mind-blowing, meaningless sex. It sounds so perfect.
This is what I was prepared for—what I thought I wanted.
So, why does it hurt so much?
As if he can hear the cracks in my armor, I back away from him. I mumble something about brushing my teeth and retreat to the confines of his extravagant bathroom.
In there, I regroup, staring at the stubborn, blue-eyed blonde in the mirror.
Confusion shines back from her ice-blue eyes.
Don’t think, I tell the woman in the mirror. Just do .
Fuck him on every feasible surface in this big, beautiful house. Christen each countertop with your hard and fast love-making.
I take a deep breath, feeling suddenly burdened by the weight of the shirt on my shoulders.
The butterfly that was in my stomach when Lukas touched me sinks to my pelvis, and I have to double over the sink.
Because that’s just it; that’s my problem.
Lukas and I fuck . We don’t make love. And if what he says about himself is true, we never will .
I feel a tightening in my chest, but before the squeeze can crush me, a knock sounds at the door.
A velvety voice calls out.
“Elena, there’s a mail carrier at my gate. This should only take a second. Make yourself comfortable. Anything you want in this house is yours.”
Except you.
I don’t say it— can’t say it. Instead I remain silent and listen closely as the sound of Lukas’s footsteps fade into the distance.
Maybe another shower will clear my head.
I sigh heavily, dropping Lukas’s top at my feet, and turn on the huge faucet. I step gingerly into the water stream.
Hot water cascades above my head onto my naked skin.
I close my eyes.
Suddenly, a strong arm sticks its way into the glass shower, pulling me roughly out of its doors.
I stumble, dripping wet, out onto the bathroom floor, feeling the strength of the hands before actually seeing them.
They belong to a steel-faced Lukas. He’s still naked above the waist, his green eyes blazing into mine.
His solid arms and torso are stone-perfection, and his shoulders bunch as he tugs my body into his.
My breasts slip against his immovable chest as he crushes his lips to mine and kisses me long and hard, his muscular thighs trapping me against the bathroom counter.
His hands sink below my ass, and they lift me, placing me squarely on the marble surface, where his thick erection prods from beneath his pants and to my center.
He steps away, dropping his pants before returning to my side, where he places my lips back onto his mouth, sucking and biting firmly on my lips and tongue.
He pulls back briefly, penetrating me with a molten stare, his dark eyelashes prominent and contrasting against the emerald in his eyes.
“I had to have you,” he rumbles. “ I couldn’t wait.”
I return his look, letting my eyes give him all the
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