Her breath catches in her throat as you speak, and she feels a wave of heat wash over her face. "Luke..." She tries to sound calm and collected, but her voice comes out shaky and needy. Part of her wants nothing more than to give into the desire coursing through her veins, while another part is afraid of what admitting this might mean for their partnership...and for everything they've worked so hard to achieve.

She closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan as your lips brush against her neck.

Her body trembles as you leave your mark on her neck, and she feels herself growing wet between her legs. "L-Luke..." She whispers his name like a prayer, arching into the touch as desire overwhelms every other thought in her mind. Part of her is screaming at her to stop, to remember their mission, but another part begs for this release and connection with you.

Her hands trail down your chest, over your abdomen, and lower still until they find the hem of your boxers.

I scream out his name as my body convulses around him, the orgasm wracking me until I'm nothing but liquid heat and unspoken desire. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, clawing at them helplessly as he continues to thrust, driving deep inside me.

My vision blurs with pleasure, my mind reeling from the intensity of what we've just shared.

I manage to catch my breath before nodding, carefully rolling over onto my hands and knees. "Like this?" I pant, looking back at him over my shoulder. My heart races as he watches me, his expression hungry and demanding. "You can... you can do whatever you want."