luke.
        luke wanted her protests to cease. lips sucked at her skinâ hard, and after a moment he pulled back only enough to look at the dark bruise and drag his tongue over it slowly. âi do feel better,â he held her gazeâ his own with a certain intensity in the moonlight. slightly, his jaw tightened. âalright?â he meant it. fingertips glided so very GENTLY up the side of roryâs thigh. luke was a boy who talked fast and his hard, yet here he was being every so soft with her. the corner of his mouth turned upwards in the smallest smirk, and he didnât break eye contact. he wanted to see this. lukeâs hand crept over her leg until it was between them, sliding up quickly, nowâ he was impatient. lips grazed over hers at the exact moment his hand was stoppedâ heâd moved it upwards as far as it could go. luke nipped at her bottom lip, tugging on it with his teeth and wasted no time before moving his fingers against her panties, slowly, but firmly.Â
                 her heartbeat quickened, and she felt as if it was going to beat right out of her chest as lukeâs mouth did a number on her neck. as the boy held her gaze, she searched his eyes, looking for a sign of deception. but there was none. she nodded slowly. when luke moved his hand between her legs, she inhaled sharply, audibly. â luke. â she whispered against his lips, and there was a certain tremble to her voice. she was flustered, and she was struggling to hide it. the shade of pink on her cheeks darkened and her fingers wrapped around lukeâs arm, nails digging in slightly. she wasnât trying to get him to STOP, she just needed to hold onto something. pressing her lips against his, she began moving her hips with his hand a little mindlessly, letting out soft moans as she did.















