I knew that. Now, I knew it.
“You don’t get it,” I told him, still moving.
“Tell me,” he replied softly, his hand sliding up my back making me shiver.
I slid down and stayed down so he completely filled me. I loved the feeling of Luke deep inside me.
I took a moment to memorize it before I said, “This can’t go bad.”
“It won’t go bad.”
“It can’t.”
“Ava –”
“Luke, you have to know, it won’t be like the other guys. If it’s you, it’ll be worse.” My voice went softer, lower, barely a whisper. “If this goes bad, it’ll destroy me.”
His hand stilled on my back and I waited, holding my breath.
The moment of truth.
No man wanted that responsibility. I knew it, I’d seen it time and again.
They liked to be in the chase. Luke didn’t want me actually to belong to him. He wanted to make me belong to him. Once he did, I was like his lamp, easily disposed of. Admitting to him that he had that power over me, I knew would be the ultimate turn off. Guys wanted girls they couldn’t have, so they could win them and then destroy them. Guys didn’t want girls who pined for them, loved them most of their life that was just too easy.
His hand in my hair fisted. “You sayin’ you belong to me?” he asked, his voice had gone from hoarse to gruff.
“No, I’m saying if this doesn’t work out –”
I didn’t finish, he whipped me around so I was on my back, he was on top and he ground his h*ps into me.
Ho-ly shit but that felt good.
“Luke,” I breathed, my voice catching on his name as the slow burn started sprinting.
“Admit it, Ava, you were sayin’ you belonged to me.”
“No.”
He pulled out and slammed back in and started grinding again.
Yes. My brain screamed.
“Do you feel it?” he asked.
I nodded and whispered, “I feel it.”
“Then you belong to me.”
“Luke.”
He pulled out and slammed back in again and my breath hitched as my body jolted.
“Say it,” he demanded.
I held on to my denial. “No.”
He did a repeat of the pull and slam.