Chapter Twenty-Seven: Claimed by Luther

Luther slowly rose from the bed, his heated gaze never leaving Charlie’s as he began to strip away the last of his clothing. Charlie’s breath hitched as she watched him, her heart racing in anticipation. His every movement was deliberate, the flex of his muscles captivating her as he peeled off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. The ridges of his chest and arms were defined in the low light, and Charlie couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way his body moved with such effortless power.

As he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, leaving himself completely bare before her, Charlie’s gaze dropped lower, taking in every inch of him. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes landed on the large, thick rod between his legs. A wave of nervousness washed over her, and her body tensed involuntarily.

Could that really fit?

Luther seemed to sense the change in her immediately. His intense, golden eyes softened, and he reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as he leaned down. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, his voice gentle, filled with both reassurance and promise. “I’ll make sure it’s as painless as possible. We’ll take it slow.”

Charlie nodded, her body still humming with desire despite the nervous flutter in her chest. She trusted him—trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her. And when he smiled softly at her, that trust deepened, steadying her nerves. His touch was comforting, and the warmth in his gaze made her feel safe, even in such a vulnerable moment.

Luther’s fingers trailed down her body, his hand brushing over her waist and thighs before finally slipping between her legs. His touch was slow, deliberate, as he ran a finger through her slick folds, gathering her wetness. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through Charlie’s body, her hips lifting instinctively as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Luther wasted no time. He bent down, capturing her moan with his mouth, his kiss consuming her as his fingers continued their exploration. The heat between them intensified, and soon, all of Charlie’s nerves melted away, replaced by a deep, aching need for him. Her body responded to every touch, every kiss, and she felt herself growing wetter, more ready for him.

His fingers teased her for what felt like an eternity, stroking her with gentle precision, building her pleasure higher and higher. And just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Luther finally pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers as he positioned himself between her thighs.

“Are you ready?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire but still filled with that same gentle care.

Charlie nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted this, with him.

Luther guided himself to her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick pussy. He moved slowly, easing himself inside her with careful, measured strokes, giving her body time to adjust to his size. Charlie’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the stretch, her body tight around him as he entered her inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, and painful.

Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, her body trembling as he continued to press deeper, stretching her with every thrust. Luther’s eyes never left hers, watching her closely, making sure she was okay with every movement. When he was finally fully seated inside her, his cock buried to the hilt, Charlie let out the breath she had been holding.

He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mingled in the quiet room. “You’re doing so well,” Luther whispered, his voice rough with both restraint and desire. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

Charlie shook her head, her body already adjusting to the fullness inside her. It was intense, yes, but it was also everything she hadn’t known she had been craving. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m okay.”

Luther smiled down at her, the tenderness in his gaze making her heart swell. And then, slowly, he began to move.

His strokes were gentle at first, his hips rocking into hers with a controlled, steady rhythm. The sensation of him moving inside her sent waves of pleasure through Charlie’s body, each thrust coaxing soft moans from her lips. The tension in her body began to ease, replaced by the rising heat of their shared passion. Her hands found their way to Luther’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as her body rocked with his.

Luther groaned softly, his control slipping just slightly as he thrust into her, his movements growing more confident as her body responded to him. The friction between them built with every stroke, the heat between their bodies intensifying as they moved together in perfect sync. The room was filled with the sound of their shared pleasure, the soft creak of the bed beneath them, the whispered breaths and quiet moans that passed between them.

Charlie’s body arched beneath him, her back lifting off the bed as the pleasure built higher and higher. Every thrust sent her closer to the edge, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely. Her world narrowed to the feel of Luther’s body against hers, his skin slick with sweat, his breath hot against her ear.

As the pressure inside her built to an unbearable peak, Luther’s movements became more urgent, his restraint slipping as his own need grew. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath ragged as he whispered her name, the sound of it like a prayer on his lips.

“Charlie…”

And then, with a final thrust, Charlie’s body exploded with pleasure. Her orgasm hit her hard, her muscles clenching around him as wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her. She cried out, her body trembling as she rode the intense pleasure, her fingers gripping Luther’s shoulders as if holding on for dear life.

Luther wasn’t far behind. With a low, guttural growl, his own release crashed through him, his hips bucking against hers as he spilled inside her. His body shuddered, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he found his release, his arms wrapping tightly around her as if to keep her close, to hold her through the storm of pleasure.

For a long moment, they lay there, their bodies pressed together, the aftershocks of their pleasure slowly ebbing away. Luther remained inside her, his forehead resting against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.

When he finally pulled out of her, he moved carefully, as if afraid to hurt her. He lay down beside her, pulling her into his arms and wrapping her up in his warmth. Charlie snuggled into him, her body still humming with the remnants of their shared pleasure, her heart full of emotions she couldn’t quite name.

Luther pressed his lips to her ear, his voice soft but filled with a possessive tenderness that sent a shiver down her spine. “Mine,” he whispered, the word a vow, a promise.

Charlie smiled, feeling a sense of belonging that she had never known before. Wrapped up in Luther’s arms, she felt safe, cherished, and completely his.

And for the first time, she felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.