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I let out a sound of protest and Lukas chuckled against my skin. “I told you I’d get you back.”

His hand moved down to the hem of my skirt, and I had to grip his arm for support. Even though he had my body pliable at his touch, my mind was still running. “You do realize I could also get you back. I thought you were dead for like an hour.”

In the chaos of the past few weeks, I’d almost forgotten about the explosion. But the memory of that bone-deep panic wouldn’t go away. Though it was hard to remember when Lukas’s hand was slipping beneath the band of my underwear.

Lukas moved his hand down to cup me in between the legs and pull me tighter to him. I could feel my own heartbeat slamming against his fingers. “Then how about I remind us both that we are very much alive.”

His fingers pressed down against my clit, replacing whatever response I’d conjured up with a helpless moan. The adrenaline from the day had twisted under his touch, molding into mind-numbing pleasure.

“Please,” I begged, grinding my hips harder into his hand. If I thought we were desperate the first time we had sex, I didn’t know the word for what this was. Lukas turned and pressed me down on the closest surface to us.

My chest went flat to the dining room table, and I had to sweep away the plates and silverware with my arm. Neither of us cared about the sound of them crashing to the floor. Not when Lukas was pushing up my skirt and shredding my underwear with a twist of his hand.

I was a pleading mess, barely giving Lukas a second to unbutton his own pants before I was begging for his hands on me again.

He listened, bringing them to my hips, pulling me roughly toward him. He dragged his cock through my center, gathering up my desire and making sure I was ready.

“I’ve been ready since the second you touched me,” I said, pushing my hips back insistently.

“Fuck, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Lukas cursed before pushing into me in one long stroke, hitting a spot so deep it shocked me every time.

His pants scraped my upper thighs, barely pulled down in the rush. His movements were rough, frantic and I savored every second of it. With each powerful push into my body, I rocketed closer and closer to release, spurred on by Lukas’s own groans and praise.

And when he pulled me up to my toes, shifting the angle to hit that one perfect spot inside of me, I teetered off the edge, blinding release threatening to burst through my chest.

Lukas gripped my hips tighter. “You’re taking me so fucking well, baby.”

And that was it. My body tensed in slow, long pulses, shaking with the force of my orgasm. My mind couldn’t process anything other than the waves of release crashing over me, unable to form any words other than low whimpers.

Lukas drove in deeper, harder, his own release close. “One more.”

I shook my head, my cheeks scraping against the wood of the table. “I can—”

I could, apparently, because the second Lukas’s fingers touched my clit, another orgasm started building with alarming speed, cutting off my protest.

My hand slammed down on the table, begging for purchase.

“There you go, baby,” Lukas praised, his voice tense.

The sound of another plate breaking on the ground drowned out the moan I released as a second wave crashed over me, hot sparks of electricity shooting into every inch of my body.

Lukas jerked forward and I felt him spill into my body as his chest molded into my back. We breathed in time with each other. Long pulls of air that did nothing to slow the beat of my heart.

Lukas placed a kiss at the top of my spine, then another on my shoulder. Not a request to go again, just a show of affection that I’d never tire of.

My head still felt blissfully numb, but Lukas rose, slowly pulling out of me. As if sensing my desire to remain in a calm, mindless state, he lifted me in his arms and carried me into his room. He stripped my clothes off slowly, supporting my weight. Then went his own, before lifting me again and carrying me into the large, saltwater tub outside our rooms.

It was carved into the wall, with an opening covered in rocks that led out to a small alcove with views of the sea outside, protected with climbing veins.

The water was heated to the perfect temperature, sliding along my limbs as Lukas waded out to the alcove. After resting me gently against the rocks, Lukas dipped underwater.

He broke the surface on the other end of the pool, placing his elbows on the edge and running his hands through his hair. I could see the tension in his shoulders still.

I dipped under the water next, rising behind him. My hands found their way over his shoulders and my body folded itself along his back. Lukas’s hands went straight to my arms, pulling me closer.

He turned his head, placing small pecks over my lips, my cheekbone, my jaw. “We’ll be okay, Daph.”

I sought out his mouth and stole another kiss. “I know. Everything else might not be. But we will.”