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I started to move, slowly at first, adjusting to the feel of him inside me after so long. But it didn't take long before slow wasn't enough anymore. Before I needed more, needed everything, needed him so badly it felt like I was coming apart at the seams.

His hands guided my movements, helping me find a rhythm that had both of us gasping. The jacket shifted with every roll of my hips, the leather sliding against my skin, and every time he looked down at where we were joined, at the sight of me riding him while wearing his cut, something almost feral flashed across his face.

“You have no idea,” he gritted out, his voice wrecked, “how many times I've pictured this. How many fucking nights I've laid in this bed and imagined you exactly like this.”

I couldn't respond with words. I could only show him with my body, with the desperate way I moved against him, with the sounds I couldn't hold back.

“Gabby,” he growled, feeling me tense around him.

“Fuck me, Luke. Let’s turn your fantasies into reality. Fuck me until I can’t remember my own name. Until I forget everything. Everything but you, your cock, and the way you make me feel.”

His mouth found my throat, my jaw, my lips, kissing me between broken breaths and muttered curses.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the veins in his neck protruding from holding himself back. I braced my hands on his shoulders as his head tipped back onto the bed, and balanced on the balls of my feet, bouncing on his cock harder and faster.

“Tell me you’re still mine, Gabby.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

“I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“Luke…” I breathed. “Keep fucking me. Please. Please keep fucking me.” I begged when tears came to my eyes and I didn’t know what else to say.

When one of his hands slipped between us, his thumb finding my clit, I shattered. My entire body began to shake, my movements becoming more erratic.

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me. Show me you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

I could barely think straight. I bounced on his cock, feeling more full than I could ever remember, the stretch of him inside me blending pleasure with pain.

“I love you,” he breathed with nothing but honesty and freedom, squeezing my clit between his fingers. It was on the tip of my tongue to say it back, but instead, I crashed my mouth to his, biting at his lower lip and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

He met every one of my movements with his own, sliding his tongue against mine. He sat up, pushing away from the bed, until we were both pressed against each other, my tits against his chest, our bodies so close we may as well have been one.

I continued bouncing on him, my moans smothered in his lips, and both of his hands went back to my ass, guiding my movements, bringing us both to the edge.

The orgasm hit me so hard I saw white, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name. And somewhere in the middle of it, I felt him follow me over, felt him bury himself deepand break apart inside me with a groan that sounded like it had been torn from somewhere primal.

We stayed like that for a long moment after, both of us shaking, both of us trying to remember how to breathe. His arms wrapped around me, holding me against his chest, and I could feel his heart hammering beneath my palm.

“Stay,” he whispered against my hair. “Just for tonight. Stay.”

I closed my eyes, knowing I shouldn't. Knowing every minute I remained here made leaving harder. But I also knew I couldn't deny him this. Couldn't deny myself.

“Vienna…” I whispered, but he shook his head almost immediately.

“No,” he said quietly, though there was iron beneath the softness of it. “No. Don’t.”

His hand remained on my thigh beneath the leather, his thumb dragging once over my skin in a way that was almost absent-minded, but his face had gone hard again.

The hurt in his voice was quieter now, and somehow that made it infinitely worse. It would have been easier if he had shouted. Easier if he had turned cruel or cold or angry enough to make me retreat into my own anger and use it as armour. But Vienna had never been that simple for me, and tonight was no different. Pushing myself up slowly, I pulled the jacket tighter around my body, even though I knew full well that only made everything about this more intimate.

“You know I can’t stay. But I came here, didn’t I?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “I chose you.”

His expression darkened almost instantly, and the look in his eyes made my stomach twist. “That’s the fucking problem,” he said. “Because you keep choosing me in private and leaving me to rot in public.”

I flinched like he had physically struck me. He saw it too, because his jaw clenched the second the reaction crossedmy face, regret flickering there for half a heartbeat before it disappeared again. But he didn’t take the words back, and I didn’t ask him to. Neither of us had come here tonight for lies.

“I didn’t come here to hurt you,” I said quietly.