I reminded him that we had to join my parents for breakfast but he was consumed by lust again even after the cold shower. I was checking my outfit when he suddenly expressed his desire to have me again.
I tried to stop him when he slipped inside my dress, but it was too loose, giving him ample room to do as he pleased. Slowly, he pulled down my underwear, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. As my nightgown followed, I wanted to tell him that if he planned to remove it, he shouldn't have bothered putting it on me in the first place.
I felt no embarrassment about my nudity. I lay there, exposed, as his eyes roamed over my naked form. Luke cupped my breasts, his touch gentle yet electrifying. With each caress, I felt myself succumbing to the temptation of letting him possess me once more.

Then, he shifted his attention to my nipples, flicking and toying with them until I couldn't suppress a gasp. Suddenly, his hand wasn't enough, and I struggled to catch my breath as he lowered his mouth to suck on one of my breasts. I arched toward him, unable to control the pleasure coursing through me as his tongue tortured my nipples.
Begging him to stop, I found he only listened for a moment before his mouth trailed down to the most sensitive part of my body. His tongue explored, licked, and teased, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. I couldn't help but squirm under his ministrations, my body trembling with delight.
Grasping his thick hair, I attempted to push him away, but he remained steadfast, each movement of his head sending me spiraling further into ecstasy. I cried out his name, lost in the pleasure he was giving me, unable to keep track of how many times I called out to him.
Begging him to stop his oral assault, I found him relentless. Pausing momentarily, he urged me to let him continue and lost in the throes of pleasure, I surrendered to his desires, my own longing driving me to the brink of madness.
As I pleaded for him to go harder and faster, I realized I had lost all control, my mind consumed by the intoxicating sensation of his touch on my skin. Before experiencing it for the first time, I assumed it would be humiliating to be pleasured in that way—to spread myself before him, to allow him to bury his head between my legs, and to let him explore my most intimate areas.
But it turned out to be even better than sex itself. I felt a burning desire for his touch, his kiss, and I would do anything to keep him going. I wanted him to continue pleasuring me in that way because it felt so good, so addictive, so exhilarating.

Even as I felt the pleasure building inside me, I begged him not to stop. As he continued to bring me happiness, I spread my legs wider, giving him unrestricted access to my body. He pleasured me so intensely that I couldn't contain my moans. For a moment, I forgot about the open window, the possibility of someone overhearing us, but I didn't care anymore. All that mattered was the satisfaction I derived from his skilled touch and tongue.
I moaned louder, urging him to go faster, and he complied. My words became his commands, and I couldn't adequately describe the overwhelming sensation of being pleasured so intensely. He didn't think of stopping until I screamed in pleasure and ecstasy.
Even as my juices flowed abundantly into his mouth, he didn't stop, and for a moment, I couldn't control the trembling of my legs. The climax was overwhelming, and he made me feel beautiful and loved.
I sighed in relief when he paused momentarily, but my relief turned to shock when his finger replaced his tongue. He touched my sensitive bud even though I had just found release, causing me to squirm with ticklish delight.

"Luke, stop it!" I ordered, but he simply stared at me.
When our eyes met, I realized he hadn't found his release yet. However, I couldn't bear much more. I tried to close my legs, but he just spread them again.
"Oh God," I murmured as the sensation became almost unbearable.
I had no choice but to arch my back again as he continued to pleasure me with his fingers, moaning at the overwhelming sensations. I anticipated that he would insert his finger, but instead, his tongue returned, eliciting another wave of pleasure.
"Aren’t you tired of doing that?" I inquired, but he only paused briefly before resuming his ministrations.
He licked me with fervor, and I tried to push him away once more, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure. However, this time, I didn't push him away. I held onto his hair tightly, guiding him to apply more pressure to make the experience even more intense.
As I enjoyed the sensation of his tongue, he suddenly stopped and moved upward, returning to my breast, then to my neck, marking me with a bite. The stinging sensation distracted me momentarily, but I knew his true intent—to penetrate me. Despite knowing his size, I didn't resist. I allowed him to enter me once again, surrendering myself to the pleasure he brought me.
"Luke…!" I called out his name as he entered my body once more.
As he began moving inside me, my eyes rolled heavenward. Despite a slight discomfort, it was tolerable, and I found myself truly enjoying it this time. With every thrust, every push and pull, I clung to him desperately.
"Shit!" I exclaimed as pleasure coursed through me while he rocked my body.
"Isabella…Isabella…God, Isabella," he called my name repeatedly.
As he increased the speed and tempo of his movements, I tried to match him, meeting his every motion eagerly. The guttural sounds he made with each thrust hit just the right spot, driving me wild with desire. I whispered to him that he belonged to me, and I wanted him to be mine alone.
"I want you to be mine only, tell me you are just mine, Luke," I murmured incoherently as we moved together. "Mine, you’re mine only," I repeated, unable to stop myself.
As he made love to me, possessiveness surged within me. I longed to claim him as my own, to own him completely. I was so aroused that when he quickened the pace, I screamed his name in pleasure without protest.
Moments later, we were both gasping for breath, laughing at the intensity of our passion. We realized that what had transpired between us was an explosion of raw desire, and we were perfectly compatible in bed.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it again, but your moans tempted me, dear," he reasoned.
"Oh really? Then what was your initial plan when you went inside my dress?" I retorted.
"I was just planning to lick you," he replied.
When I glanced at him, an overwhelming desire to kiss him, to claim him, washed over me. Slowly, I moved my head towards his, capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. He sucked in a breath, clearly surprised by my boldness. As he responded to my kiss, lust consumed me once more. I tried to take the lead, but Luke didn’t allow it.
Instead, he used his tongue expertly, leaving sweet kisses everywhere. When his hands lingered on my breasts, he caressed them gently. As he teased my nipples, I groaned in anticipation, moving closer to him. I loved the way he touched me, and I couldn't stifle my moans.
My parents would surely be horrified to know how wanton I became when I was with my bodyguard. I begged him to touch me again, to feel the heat between my legs, but he refused, continuing to torment me with his kisses.
Eventually, though, I felt his tongue on my sensitive flesh once more. I couldn't make him stop, and as he licked me, pleasure overwhelmed me, mingled with embarrassment.
"Enough…I…can’t take it…anymore!" I gasped, trying to push him away, but he persisted, licking me thoroughly. "Luke…," I called his name as he played with me. Once again, I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me. "Take me now, please," I begged, barely recognizing my own voice.
"As you wish, baby," Luke groaned as he entered me, and the pleasure washed over me anew, despite having just made love moments ago.
I moaned softly as he moved inside me, but soon, I lost control, my voice growing louder with each thrust. He matched my intensity, and when our bodies moved in harmony, pleasure consumed us both.
"Ohhhhh!" I cried out, my nails digging into his back as he hit just the right spot. We both panted for breath, then burst into laughter at the wildness of our passion!
"I think, sooner or later, I would really be falling head over heels for you," I confessed, and he just grinned.
"The feeling is mutual, sweetheart,” he replied.
"Right," I agreed, though deep inside, I already knew that it was only Luke Skywalker who could make me happy and excited.
I smiled at him, and he responded by embracing me tightly. As he held me, I silently hoped he wouldn't notice that I was still sore from our recent lovemaking.
"You’re horny…again," he whispered, his breath sending tingles down my spine as he spoke into my ear.
"Y-yes," I stammered, meeting his gaze. Without hesitation, Luke claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss.
"We already overworked ourselves," he murmured between kisses, but he couldn't resist me, claiming my lips once more.
“And they are already waiting for us,” I added.