As my back made contact onto the bed, I could feel the heat resonate from Luke's body. Whether it was born from anger or lust, even a mixture of both, I was thankful to be his source of expression. While I brought my focus to his face, attempting to make the moment tender, he forced my hands above my head. Without a word I could tell he was still angry, but also desiring of me. But I was not prepared for the evening that was ahead.
Rising onto his knees, Luke removed the belt from his pants and used it to keep my hands tethered to the headboard. At first, I was upset in wanting to touch him but as his eyes burned with lust, I became intrigued and more aroused by the second. The desire upon his expression had been darker than usual however as he seemed to focus solely on the pleasure and
