Page 132 of Lethal Legacy

Then he kisses me.

It isn’t like before. Nothing like the fierce need that has had me squirming desperately every time it’s begun. This is slow, deep, and sweet with the promise I’ve made and the world that we’ve begun to create. His lips say all the words his voice can’t. He holds me like I’m as fragile as his father’s earrings, his hands splayed across my bare back, and kisses me on and on, until the sensation blends with the wild flamenco guitar on the night, and I’m lost.

He slips the dress from my shoulders, his lips tracing every place his fingers touch. He walks around my body, trailing his hands over my bare skin, peeling my underwear off me and slipping off my high heels, kissing his way up my leg, from instep to inner thigh, until I’m clutching his shoulders and moaning, my legs parting, craving his touch. The light mountain breeze plays over my bare skin, like tiny fronds stimulating my flesh.

“Take your clothes off,” I whisper, pulling impatiently at his jacket. For once, he doesn’t smirk or give me orders. He lets me pull at the bow tie and throw his jacket aside, to unbutton his shirt and push it impatiently from the broad shoulders I’ve dreamed about touching all week.

“I’ve been watching you.” I kiss his neck, his chest, as I pull at the buckle of his belt. I slip his trousers and shorts down, sliding down his body to remove his shoes and socks with them. He stands like some ancient marble statue, scarred and magnificent, powerful legs slightly parted and his fists clenched, allowing me to savor him. He’s hard and swollen, his cock raging toward me, but I want to be slow. I want to make this last.

“It’s been fucking torture watching you half naked in the pool.” I walk around his body, my fingers roaming all over him, owning the territory I’ve only dared to sample before now. I cup his hard buttocks, pressing my aching breasts against his back, and he turns his head to watch me through half-slitted eyes. Only his clenched fists and taut, corded muscles betray the restraint he’s exerting. “I’ve spent every night aching for you. It’s like you woke my body up, and now...” I press my mouth to the soft place beneath his ear. “Now,” I murmur, lightly touching my tongue to his skin, “I can’t put the fire out, Roman. It’s like you’re inside me. Even when we’re apart, I can feel you. And I want you. Ineedyou, Roman. All the time.”

His arms encircle me, and he captures my mouth with his own. I can feel the barely restrained need in his touch, in the rock-hard length of him throbbing against me. I’m wet and aching, but I also want this, the leisurely exploration of hands and mouth, the languorous pleasure of being entirely unhurried. There’s a sweet torture in forcing my own desire to wait, to submit to his slow, sure kisses, the subtle stroking of his hands along my hips, my waist. He unpins my hair and lets it tumble through his fingers, growling in the back of his throat as he twines handfuls of it and draws my head back to mouth my neck. Moonlight spills across the terrace, turning his body to carved marble and the night to utter magic.

When finally he hitches my legs around him and carries me to the bedroom, my mind is gone, lost in a sensual river of desire. He lays me gently across the vast bed and lowers himself beside me, one muscled leg thrown over mine, locking me down as he catches my breasts with his mouth. I strain against him, moaning softly, and he holds one nipple and then the other in the heat of his mouth, plying them with his tongue until I’m half lost with it. My hands clutch at his hair, the breadth of his shoulders, pressing him to me and myself into him. His cock burns against my hip, and he doesn’t push me away when I reach for him, groaning onto my nipple when I grasp his shaft and start slowly pumping him. He tortures my breasts until I’m writhing beneath his leg and his cock is a throbbing weapon in my hand.

“I don’t want to wait,” I gasp, arching up.

He raises his head and smiles darkly. “I know what you want, Lucia. Haven’t you learned that by now?”

Hooking my leg over his arm, he enters me smoothly, deeply, and so surely it takes my breath away. “You’re so swollen,” he mutters, surging into me. “There’s nothing like this, Lucia. Being inside you. Your heat, your scent...” He plunges deep into me, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even deeper. We stay like that for an endless moment, rocking slowly together, inexorably pushing us both toward the pinnacle.

“I can always tell when you’re close,” he murmurs in my hair, pushing up just a fraction so he hits that place inside me that makes me scream aloud. “And that first scream,” he growls. “You don’t know how much I love hearing you fucking scream, Lucia.”

“It’s you,” I gasp, my feet locking at the ankles, trying to pull him even further into me. “It’s like you’re touching every place inside me. You’re so big, Roman. So fucking hard...” He withdraws and thrusts into me, hard, and I scream again.

“That’s it,” he growls in my ear. “You can feel it coming now, can’t you,milaia? I can feel you, starting to come on my cock...”

I scream again, his words throwing me over the edge. The spasms start deep in the base of my spine, spiraling up exquisitely slowly, and he holds himself deep inside me, rocking slightly, drawing out the ecstasy until it’s almost unbearable. “Fuck, Lucia,” he mutters in my ear. “I’ve never felt anything so tight and hot in my goddamn life.”

“Argh!” I’m lost, barely even aware of my own screams as the waves crash over me. Roman is roaring above me as he thrusts deep and holds, his searing heat exploding inside me, pumping with every contraction of my body around him.

The climax is shattering, a mind-blowing, full-body explosion that takes a long time to settle. When finally Roman withdraws from me, I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his face shadowy and oddly grave.

“Sleep,milaia,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

Too tired to argue, too happy to want to, and too satiated to do anything but obey, I close my eyes and drift off, safe in the hard circle of Roman’s embrace.

40

ROMAN

I’m in the shower when my phone rings. I ignore it, not least because I currently have Lucia’s legs hitched around my waist, fucking her slowly against the tiles as water cascades around us. Abby and Dimitry have taken the children for a walk, and Lucia’s father is off doing his physical therapy. Since the night in the castle, we’ve stolen every moment we can, and some we really shouldn’t have. The kids have stopped looking for Lucia in her room in the morning and instead taken to knocking on my door and commanding us to get up. Even Ofelia seems to have accepted the new normal without so much as a flicker of an eye. Only around Lucia’s father have we been discreet, although that old bastard doesn’t miss a trick, so I’m pretty sure he knows exactly what’s going on.

I’m not sure how I’d feel about that in his place. But I’m too old to apologize to anyone for taking what I want. And I’m too far gone to pretend I don’t want Lucia. Every moment of every day, in every possible fucking way I can.

“Oh,” she gasps now, bucking against me. “Oh, Roman...”

I thrust harder into her. Christ, she feels exquisite. It’s as if I’ve spent a lifetime eating dinner, without ever understanding what food really tastes like. Lucia is a banquet that never ceases to enthrall me. Making love to her is endlessly fascinating, an all-consuming desire that is fast becoming an obsession.

I hold her ass and rock slowly deep inside her. This is where I lose myself. This moment when I’m so far into her body that I don’t know where I end and she begins. And somehow, every time I get here, it feels new.

“Roman...” Her eyes flutter closed, and her mouth opens. I cover it with my hand to muffle her screams, grinning darkly as she bites down on the flesh of my palm. I’m getting better at knowing exactly when she’s going to shriek the house down.

Her body begins to quiver and shake, her muffled screams vibrating against my hand. The phone rings again just as I erupt inside her.

“Khuy.”I pull reluctantly out of her, kissing her swollen mouth. “I’m sorry,milaia. I have to take this.”

“Uh-huh,” she says dreamily, swaying underneath the water. I wash off and step out of the shower, the sight of her body, flushed from lovemaking, making me half hard again as I towel off.

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