Page 71 of Killer Love

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“Luka…”

I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of saying his name.

My thighs twitch around his waist. He keeps his hands on me to hold me up. His lips never leave my skin, wandering from my neck to my collarbone to my face and back again.

I roll my hips, riding his cock as the morning sun spills in from the window above the bed. His grip tightens on me and his warm breath strikes faster as pleasure catches up with him. Watching him, feeling him, pleasing him — it’s all just as satisfying to witness as it is to experience my own climaxes.

I feel him come and I smile as his eyes squeeze closed. He presses his lips against my breasts, grunting and heaving breath after breath until the wave passes through him.

I throw my arms around him. I kiss his forehead to taste the salty sweetness on my lips.

“Sofia…” he whispers, smiling wide.

“What?”

“Just… Sofia.”

I chuckle as he wraps his arms around me, drawing me so close to him it feels as though we could melt together.

“I’ve waited my entire life for you, lyubov' moya,” he says.

I recall the strange phrase from the plane last night. “Leo-boow…”

“Lyu-bov' mo-ya.” He laughs.

“What does it mean?”

Luka doesn’t blink, holding my gaze with the softest of stares. “It means, my love.”

My smile fades, but it immediately comes back stronger than before. He kisses me again, soft and slow.

My love. My light. My—

“Lucian,” I gasp.

I spent the entire night with Luka. Hours went by in an instant. I don’t even know what time it is.

“I should go to him,” I say, sliding off Luka’s lap and searching for my clothes.

Luka sits forward and reaches for me again, wrapping a strong hand around my arm. “Sofia…”

I look up into his playful, gray eyes and a rush of calm soothes me. He pulls me back to him and I settle onto his lap for one more firm kiss.

“Thank you, Luka Lutrova,” I whisper.

I don’t have to say why I’m thankful. I wouldn’t know where to begin if I had to list it out. For coming back for me. For rescuing Lucian. For giving me life.

We clean up. I throw on the same comfortable flannel from before. Luka takes my hand and leads me through the unfamiliar corridors until we reach the guest wing upstairs.

“Lucian?” I search our empty room, exhaling a frightened breath. “He’s not here…”

Luka chuckles and leans against the door frame. “There’s only one place he’d be.”

“Where?” I ask, my heart thumping hard.

“Babushka.”

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