Page 68 of Killer Love

He smiles at my flushed face. I inhale a deep breath as he sits down beside me and lays a strong hand on my waist.

I push forward and he rests his left hand on my cheek. His thumb glides across my skin, calloused but warm. His grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me closer to him. I expect him to kiss me but he lets his lips linger in front of mine.

His warm breath strikes my cheek as he pushes closer. “Tell me,” he whispers. He kisses my jawline, pressing firmly against me.

I feel his aching desire bleeding out of him, just waiting to unleash itself on me, but he keeps it under his control. I sigh as he kisses me again, this time lower down on my neck. He parts his lips and I feel the tip of his tongue taste my skin.

“I, uh...” My voice falls as my mouth turns dry. Not from embarrassment or shame. No one has ever asked me anything like this before. I was never allowed to have needs and desires of my own. “I don’t know,” I finally say, chuckling softly as another kiss fires sparks down my spine.

Luka looks me in the eye, and I crumble beneath his gorgeous, gray gaze. “Lie back,” he says.

I hold his stare as I lean back against the pillows again. He follows me down and towers over me on his muscled arms.

“Touch me,” he says.

My fingers twitch as I reach for him, unsure of which spot to claim first. I choose his chest, allowing my trembling fingers to touch the black tattoos crowding his pecs and abs. He flexes and his skin tightens around his muscles as my fingers dance along them.

Luka plants kisses on my neck again, igniting an even greater passion inside of me. I rest my hands on his waist as my senses dissolve. The room spins, twisting and tearing me until I practically break beneath him.

For three years, I was a married woman. For three years, my husband never made me feel like this.

“I...” The words flow from me, rolling through my mind before can process it. “I want you to use your mouth on me.”

He never did that either.

Luka crushes his lips on mine, his kiss full of pure lust. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispers. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, drawing a subtle moan from the back of my throat. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long...”

I tremble while he attacks my collarbone with hard, wet kisses. “You have?”

He caresses down my breasts and holds me closer to him. “Yes,” he answers, rolling us onto our sides. “There isn’t a sane man alive who wouldn’t drink every drop of you.”

I forget about everything. It all fades away. My life as a Zappia woman. My death as Gio’s bride. It’s like my entire lifetime never happened and Luka Lutrova whisked me away the second he saw me.

Luka reaches down my body to slide his hand inside my flannel slacks and I fall back into him, returning his kiss with all the fire rising in me. He slides them down to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my panties and a loose top. I raise my arms over my head and he smiles at the invitation. He pulls my top off and tosses them both away, quickly returning to pull my naked body against him.

I feel his bulge pressing between us, begging to be inside of me, but Luka ignores it. He ignores his own desires and listens to my body instead, touching and kissing me based on my reactions. My nipples spike against his palms. My thighs quiver around him. My entire body heats up, struck aflame by a single flick of his tongue on mine.

I lie back and he descends me.

A nervous itch invades my mind. I can’t decide if I should close my eyes or if I should watch. If I should keep my hands to myself or if I should run my fingers through his dark hair. I bite my lip to try and steady myself, but I can’t control the overwhelming ecstasy teasing every nerve.

He lays kisses along my belly and, for a moment, he pauses. “I wish I could have seen you…”

“When?” I ask.

“Carrying our child,” he says. “I never thought about it until I saw him for the first time. Then, I felt regret… I missed it.”

I reach out and push my fingertips through his hair, drawing his eyes up to look at me. “You’re together now,” I whisper, soothing the pain in him. “You’ll be a greater father than Gio ever was.”

“Let that be the last time you say his name.” He stares back at me with hard eyes, full of love for me and disdain for the life he liberated me from. “Forget him. Forget all of them.”

I smile and he rises to kiss me, slow and firm with passion on his breath.

Once again, he travels downward. He hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down to my toes, pausing near my feet to kiss up my ankles and knees. He eases my thighs apart, slowly guiding me without an ounce of impatience in his eyes.

Another wave of nervous fear aches me, but I’m so drawn in by lust. It passes in a flash, leaving me aching and burning for him.

“Stop me if I go too far,” he says, his breath gliding across my inner thighs. “Tell me what you want, what feels good…”

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