Luke pulls me into the suite, and I’m tearing his clothes off before he can even close the door. What he did to me in the limo was amazing, but I need more. A lot more.

His jacket comes off first. I run my fingers over his chest, savoring the feeling of him. Then I yank his shirt open, scattering buttons all over the room. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing his chest, but it’s the first time I can touch it.

His muscles tense where my fingers graze his skin. Power radiates from him. It’s as if that winged dragon tattoo is vibrating beneath my palms. I shiver at the feeling. It’s one thing to see how strong he is. It’s another to feel it up close.

He shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, and it falls to the floor. My hands trail down his hard stomach, like I want to memorize every inch of him. Hungrily, I unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants.

Luke watches me, his eyes hooded and glazed with lust. For two months, I’ve wanted Luke from afar, hated every woman who went out on his arm, or made the tabloid covers. Now he is here with me making my nerves sizzle as if they’re on fire.

I pull his zipper down and feel his hardness thrusting at the material as I do it. His pants fall away, and I’m back where I was a few hours ago, him standing in front of me in just his underwear. There’s no mistaking the thick length of him straining against his boxer briefs.

I stroke the length of it. It quivers beneath my hand, alive and eager. He groans. The sound is low and deep. It resonates inside me, filling me with desire.

I can barely believe this is happening. This had just been a wild fantasy. Now it is coming true. I shoot Luke a look as I tug his underwear down his hips. His face looks strained with raw hunger. Then his cock is springing up in front of my face, begging for me.

I run my tongue along his shaft. He tastes salty and manly. Luke grunts. I like hearing the animal-like noise coming from his mouth. It lets me know I’m making him feel good. Like I’m sexy and desirable. It urges me on.

I take his thick head between my lips, and my tongue swirls around him, tracing his ridges. I glance up. His eyes are closed, and he is breathing heavily. I enjoy seeing him like this, under my control for once.

As if he reads my thoughts, he reaches down, grabbing my arms, and raises me up. “If you keep doing that, sugar, I’m gonna explode, and I’m not ready to do that.” He takes a step back from me. “Strip for me. I want to see everything I didn’t see this afternoon.”

I unzip my dress and let it slide off me. I reach behind and unclasp my bra. It springs away, and I shimmy out of it, deliberately making my breast jiggle.

“Oh fuck,” he groans thickly.

I slip my fingers into the rim of my panties and slip it down my thighs. My movements are still unsteady with the alcohol buzzing in my veins, and I nearly trip and fall over.

He catches my almost naked body and lifts me into his strong arms.

“Oh wow,” I say breathily, staring up at him in wonder.

He carries me to his bedroom and drops me unceremonious onto his bed. I look up at him with wide eyes as he tears my panties from my hips with a single movement and tosses them to the floor.

“Spread your legs,” he orders.

I obey and he stands over me, his eyes roving, taking in all of me, then stopping between my legs. Normally, this kind of intense scrutiny would make me feel self-conscious, but tonight I’m too drunk to care. Besides, I can see how turned on he’s getting just from looking at me. He’s literarily licking his lips at the sight of my bare pussy.

“You’re all mine, Jade,” he says, almost growling. “I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

“No one’s stopping you,” I say daringly.

Instantly, he’s beside me. His thick length digging against my thigh, hot and hard, his breath smelling of the mango we had for desert and sake.

My head is swimming, but I want to kiss him so badly. I crave to know what that sweet fruit will feel like on my tongue when filtered through the sexiest man I’ve ever met. His mouth swoops down on mine, warm and demanding. His tongue pushes in, and I moan into him. As I suck his tongue and lose myself in that kiss, my body melts into his, and I forget where he ends and I begin.

Time passes. Minutes, maybe hours pass.

Then Luke raises his head and gazes down at me. His eyes burn into mine, then he dives in, licking, sucking, and biting my nipples. First one, then the other. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me. He trails kisses down my neck and chest nipping at my heated flesh. It sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I feel like I’m floating now, like if Luke wasn’t on top of me, I would drift up to the ceiling. Pleasure rocks through me. His mouth is electric. It sends my passion soaring to dizzying heights. I feel like I’m about to lose my mind.

His hand slides down my body to rest between my legs. He circles my clit, reigniting that fire that he started in the limo. My insides throb with an empty ache, needing to be filled. My hips push impatiently against his hand.

Suddenly, Luke grabs me and flips me over. My body presses against him, skin on skin. I love the way it feels, like I could touch every part of him at once.

His big hands run possessively over my body. Without warning, he claws his hand into my hair, and yanks my head back so my throat is pulled up and exposed to him. “I want to feel the need beating in your blood,” he snarls, seconds before I feel his teeth bite down on my neck, and his thick finger pushes into me.

I cry out with pain and pleasure. His mouth sucks at the pulse at my neck while he adds another finger inside me. They slide in and out of me, teasing me. I grind my hips against his hand, wanting more. It feels so damn good, but this isn’t enough. My body demands more. “I need you, Luke,” I groan.

“Do you?”

“I need you so bad.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

His words send a shiver through me. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I beg. The desperation in my voice matches the naked need inside me.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Luke rolls me roughly onto my back. He grabs my ankles and hauls my ass to the edge of the mattress. He leans over me with his arms on either side of me, and positions his ready cock between my legs, not entering me just resting against my lips.

My body trembles with anticipation.

“Yeah, I can fuck you,” he growls as he slams into the very depths of me.

My whole body jerks with the power of his thrust. He feels so big and amazing inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long. I had no idea how badly I needed this. How badly I need him. He rocks his hips, sliding in and out of me. Every stroke of his cock elicits a moan from me. I can’t stop myself. He’s in total control of me. I never want him to stop. I grab his hips to urge him on.

Luke watches my face as he rams into me. He’s not thinking of someone else or something else. Right this moment, I am his whole world. There is nothing else except his cock deep inside my pussy. He leans down to kiss me. It sends a potent wave through me.

Luke moves faster now. His breathing is ragged. It’s punctuated by grunts of pleasure. He’s so powerful and primal. He’s finding the most sensitive parts of me, building that delicious pressure up inside me. All I can do is hold onto him and let him pleasure me like I’ve never been pleasured before.

Every pound pushes me closer to the breaking point. My hips buck beneath him, in time with his thrusts, burying him as deep inside me as he can go. Every nerve ending inside me screams at the feeling.

Pleasure rushes through me, hot and wild. There’s no stopping it. No holding back. My entire body clenches in ecstasy as my orgasm rips through me. Luke roars above me, then freezes, as his cock spasms inside me, and fills me with his hot cum. We come together, joined in the most intimate way possible. Everything else in the world ceases to exist except the two of us, locked in pleasure.

A long time later, he slides out of me and lays on the bed. His hands pull me next to him, and he wraps his arm around me.

I lean my head against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat matches my own. “That was amazing.”

“You are amazing,” he says, holding me close.

Almost immediately, exhaustion overwhelms me. My eyes drift close, and I’m asleep.