Ex- fiance's Regret 1-3

"You’re staring," Luthor whispered, his voice vibrating against Sharon’s skin as they tumbled onto the oversized bed in his high-rise apartment.

Sharon couldn't help it. As he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing a chest and torso that looked less like a businessman and more like a Greek god carved from marble, she felt her breath hitch. "You look like you belongs on a runway," she blurted out, her face flushing a deep crimson the moment the words left her mouth.

Luthor let out a low, dark chuckle that seemed to vibrate the very air. "Is that right? I think I'd rather be right here, Sharon."

He didn't give her time to overthink it. He moved over her, his weight a comforting, solid heat. When he lowered his head and his tongue found her center, Sharon’s world fractured. She arched her back, her fingers tangling into his thick, dark hair as she let out a jagged cry. He was relentless, his mouth a velvet fire that pushed her closer and closer to a cliff she had never even seen before.

"Luthor, please," she gasped, her hips rocking instinctively against him.

He didn't answer with words. He inserted two fingers, his movements deep and confident, and that was the final spark. Sharon shrieked, her thighs clamping around his head as a violent, beautiful rush of pleasure washed over her. Luthor’s deep laughter resonated through her very core as she peaked, the sound anchoring her to the bed even as her mind drifted into white light.

As she came down from the clouds, she watched him strip out of his jeans. He was breathtaking—every muscle defined, every line of his body screaming of power and hidden strength. Sharon reached out, her fingers trembling as she popped the button of his boxers, freeing him. He was impressive, a testament to his hunger for her, and the sight made her stomach knot with a fresh wave of desire.

Luthor leaned down, cupping her face in his large hands. "Your turn," he murmured before nudging her back onto the pillows.

He crawled between her legs, and she opened for him without a second thought. The moment he thrust into her, Sharon’s eyes flew open and a deep, guttural moan escaped her. He felt incredible—stretching her, filling the hollow ache that had been growing since she first saw him in the café. Her muscles tensed around him, gripping his width as he began a slow, rhythmic drive that made her forget every detail of her life before this room.

He was utterly in control. He pumped his hips with a primal focus, his eyes locked on hers as he drove deeper with every stroke. Sharon’s nails dug into his shoulders, her breath coming in short, sharp hitches. The sensation was building again, a second storm gathering speed in her belly. She surrendered to the rhythm, her body falling apart at the seams until she shattered for the second time that night.

Luthor grunted, his muscles rippling as he felt her climax tighten around him. He slowed his pace to an agonizingly deep crawl, savoring the way she shook beneath him.

"Get on top of me," he commanded, his voice rough and heavy with his own building need.

"What?" Sharon whispered, her mind a fog of lust.

He kissed her hard, a possessive, soul-searing kiss that left no room for argument. "I want you to ride me, Shari. Take what you need."

Sharon shivered. She had never experienced sex like this—so raw, so intense, so focused on her pleasure as much as his own. Luthor rolled onto his back, and she clambered onto him, lowering herself slowly. They groaned in unison as he filled her completely.

"You're so fucking tight," he hissed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her hips.

"It’s you," Sharon gasped, her hands resting on his heaving chest. "You’re... you're too much."

He grinned, though it was a fleeting, hungry expression. He drew her down for another deep kiss, their tongues dancing in a frantic rhythm as she began to move. She rocked back and forth, pushing him in and out, her dark hair falling around them like a curtain.

Luthor’s eyes were fixed on hers, his jaw set, a small crease forming between his eyebrows as he fought for control. He took over the rhythm, his hands on her hips guiding her with a force that made her head spin. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with every thrust, and Sharon knew she was heading for a third peak.

She saw the want in his face, the desperate need for release that matched her own. She wanted to push him over the edge, to give him the same paradise he had given her. But the pressure was too much. Sharon parted her lips on a raw shriek as she came again, her eyes closing as the pleasure peaked.

Luthor followed her a second later. He let out a low, animalistic growl, his body thrashing beneath her as he spilled inside her. He held her tight, his arms wrapping around her as if he were trying to pull her into his very skin.

They stayed that way for a long time, their bodies slick with sweat and tangled together in the quiet of the room. Sharon collapsed onto his chest, listening to the thunderous beat of his heart slowing down. She had never felt anything like this—not with Pete, not with anyone. This felt like it belonged to her. It felt like more than just a rebound; it felt like a beginning.

As she leaned up on her elbows, Luthor looked up at her with a lazy, satisfied grin. "That was... incredible."

"It was," Sharon agreed softly.

She rolled off him, the weight of the day finally catching up to her. Sleep was a heavy veil pulling at her eyes.

"The bathroom is right there if you need it," Luthor said, gesturing toward the master ensuite.

Sharon nodded, heading inside to clean up. When she returned, Luthor had pulled back the high-thread-count covers, waiting for her.

"Do you want me to stay?" she asked, her voice small.

"Yeah," he said simply. "Stay."

She crawled into the bed, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world. How was it possible that on the day she lost her entire imagined future, she had found something that felt so much more real? She didn't know what the morning would bring, or how they would handle his departure to New York in forty-eight hours, but as Luthor pulled her into his side and tucked her head under his chin, Sharon let out a long, peaceful sigh.

"I've got you," he whispered into her hair.

She closed her eyes, letting his heat wash over her. Tomorrow would come with its own set of problems, but for tonight, she was exactly where she was meant to be.