Page 64 of Born into Blood

“I believe you said something about a hot tub. I seem to remember promises about a nice, hot soak.”

“I did, didn’t I?” I cup her face and kiss her again. “I’m a man of my word, kisa. I promised you a soak in the hot tub, and that means you’re going to get it.”

She lets out a surprised yelp when I sit up and take her with me so we’re chest to chest. I’m still buried inside her and reluctant to leave, so I don’t. Even after two of the best orgasms of my life, I’m still managing to remain semi-hard, and I’m starting to think this might be my new normal. After experiencing how damn good it feels to be inside her, how will I ever be soft again?

As if reading my mind, she says, “Do you ever get soft?”

I laugh and scoot us to the edge of the bed before standing while keeping us locked together. “Apparently not anymore. You’ve created a monster, sweetheart.”

Bringing my mouth to her neck, I nip at her soft skin, smiling when I hear the sharp exhale she gives. “I wonder how many times I’ll need to come inside you before my body finally gives in to exhaustion.”

“I’m guessing my body will give out before yours does.”

I smile against her skin, filling my lungs with her sweet scent as I palm her ass and lead her to the French doors. “I don’t know, kisa. You’re a hungry little thing. Even now your pussy is clenching so goddamn tightly around me. I’m guessing it wouldn’t take much to get you going again.”

To prove my point, I tighten my hold on her ass and slowly lift her up the length of my cock, giving a soft laugh when she moans and grips me tighter.

“So fucking perfect,” I tell her before carrying her out onto the rooftop and over to the hot tub. There are buildings around us, but we’re high enough so that no one can see us out here. Stepping into the water, I turn on the jets and then sink beneath the bubbles. The hot water pulls an appreciative groan from Lara as she relaxes even more against me. Her soft, wet body sliding along mine has me thickening inside her, and when she winces, I take pity on her and slowly raise her off my cock so she can rest.

“Ow,” she whispers, and when I laugh, she lifts a dark brow at me. “You’re way bigger than most guys, Luka. That was a hell of a first time.”

Turning her around so her back is against my chest, I wrap my arms around her and kiss her shoulder. “How do you know how big most guys are?”

She turns her head and smiles at me while bringing her hand to my dick. “No way in hell is this thing normal.”

I laugh and kiss her cheek. “As long as you like it, that’s all I care about.”

“Oh, I definitely like it,” she says, lazily dragging her fingers up and down my length while I grow fully hard at her touch. With a sigh, she drops her hand and looks back over her shoulder at me. “I should probably stop, because I am seriously sore right now.”

“Don’t worry, kisa, I believe I also mentioned something about a thigh job, so your pussy will be getting a break.”

“I don’t even know what the hell that is,” she admits with a laugh.

“You’ll find out soon enough, but first I want you to relax.”

“I can do that.” With a smile, she sinks back into me and lets her legs float to the surface. My hands immediately reach up to cup her breasts.

“I will never get tired of touching you.” I murmur the words against her cheek while running my thumbs over her hard nipples.

“You’re insatiable,” she says, but she’s smiling too big to be angry about it.

“When it comes to you, I’ll never be able to get enough.”

Her head rests on my shoulder while she dances her hands along the bubbly water. “A girl could get used to all this. If you’re not careful, Luka, you’re going to spoil me rotten.”

“You could never be rotten. I’ve seen spoiled girls at the club, and I’m confident you couldn’t be one even if you tried. You’re too sweet, kisa, too kind.” I kiss her cheek and wrap an arm around her waist to keep her from slipping off me when she kicks her feet out again. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

She turns her head and surprises me with a kiss. “Well, it’s one of the many things I love about you too.”

I laugh before I can stop it.

“What’s so funny?” She tries to scoot off me so she can see me better, but I tighten my grip on her, not allowing it.

“You calling me sweet is funny.”

“You are sweet,” she argues.

I smile and kiss the tip of her nose. “To you, baby, no one else.”

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