I jerk up and look at his face before looking down at his fingers as they drift lower from my clit, and he pushes them inside me.

My nails dig into his shoulders. I’m sure I’m leaving marks, but he doesn’t seem to care. Lukas is only focused on pushing me over the edge, and he’s doing an awesome job at it.

His fingers are relentless, and his movements have a wild frenzy to them as I buck like a rider on a galloping horse.

The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, leaving no part of my body untouched.

“Today, I want to do this with your permission.” Lukas’ soft voice takes me by surprise. “I don’t want to use a condom. I want to feel you. I want nothing between us. No fears of the past. No burdens of promises. No uncertainty of the future.”

I nod as he places a kiss on my lips. “You’re all of my past, present, and future, Lukas. You don’t need my permission for anything. I’m as much yours as you are mine.”

He holds my face, and his touch is reverent, so different from how he was moments back. “How do you know what my heart wants to hear? How do you know I’d give myself to you fully if you’ll have me?”

He kisses me softly, and I feel it everywhere—on my lips, my chest, and my heart. Lukas pushes into me slowly, as if memorizing how it feels. With every push that gets him further inside me, he steals a part of my heart, until he slams into me to the hilt.

We move in sync. I don’t have the fear that my inexperience will ruin this. His every touch tells me that he knows I’m his completely. His touch is gentle but his thrust powerful. He feels like home. He feels like mine.

“Thank you so much.” He continues to praise me with soft words and makes love to me with hard thrusts.

My heart is so full with emotions that I fear it will burst out, and it doesn’t take long before the emotions find a way to form tears.

Lukas kisses each of them, capturing them before they get lost. “We’ll be the happiest couple in the world, and that’s a fucking promise, Autumn.”

45. Lukas

45

LUKAS

“Autumn, your parents want to see you before they leave. Can’t you guys take a break for a couple of minutes?” Chiara bellows before she thuds on the door hard.

“She’s loud,” I grunt. “And totally unwanted right this minute.” Autumn is spread out, still gasping, as we both try to come down from the height of orgasmic bliss.

She chuckles and tries to get away, but I dig my hands into her waist. “Chiara is upset with you.” Autumn cocks an eyebrow and jerks her head toward the door.