Page 71 of Lethal Legacy

I let him guide me where he wants me, loving the sudden surge of his shaft when the ridge under the head of his cock rubs over the edge of my soft palate. There’s no way I can take all of him, and I reach out with one hand to grasp the base, but he captures it and holds it away.

“Mouth only,” he growls.

I’m writhing on the cushion, desperate for his touch. I push my hips backward rhythmically as I suck him. I’m edging toward an orgasm of my own as I increase the movement of my tongue and hollow my cheeks, working on instinct. His hips jerk beneath me, but he’s still holding on, his eyes boring into mine.

“Stop moving. You’re not coming until I say so.”

I groan around his shaft, and it jerks savagely under the vibration. My body is throbbing with the need to be filled. It’s torture to hold still when all I want is him inside me. My mouth doubles down out of frustration, and I hear the hiss of his inward breath.

His thrusts become fiercer, fucking my mouth until my eyes are watering and I’m gasping for breath. He swells to an impossible size, pounding until he’s right on the edge. I’m moving with him, aching for his own release as much as my own.

Then suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and steps away from me, his eyes dark pits of molten heat, every muscle corded with the effort of restraint.

I gasp at the loss. My knees are splayed on the cushion, my pussy dripping and my lips still coated with saliva. I stare up at the wall of muscle and the hot, hard shaft pounding against it, helpless to disguise my naked need.

“Vedma.” He says the word once, hoarsely, staring at my lips. “That mouth...”

He bends down suddenly, slipping his hands under my ass, lifting me with no discernible effort at all. My legs wrap around his waist, and his cock pounds against my slick heat.

“Oh!” My head goes back with the delicious shock of it, and I grind helplessly against him.

“I told you not to move.” But not even the harsh growl can disguise the way his dick leaps against me, pressing directly on my clit as he walks me down the corridor toward his bedroom. His large hands spread my ass cheeks as he walks, his thumbs slicking through the moisture at the creases of my thighs, probing my dripping opening. He grunts sexily as he kicks the door open. “I need this pussy.”

“Yes.”

His mouth captures the word as I breathe it, devouring my own. His tongue finds mine, and I’m lost in the heat of his kiss, the delicious friction of my breasts crushed against him. The base of his cock is right under my clit, driving me closer to orgasm with every step he takes, his hands under my ass grinding me against him despite his own orders.

He lowers me onto the bed without breaking the kiss, folding my legs high around him as he goes. His fingers slip inside me on a liberal coating of my own juices, and he groans. I buck against his hand in protest, trying to reach for his dick. Fingers aren’t enough. I was ready for him before I ever took that robe off.

I put my mouth against his ear, any last shred of self-control long gone. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Tell me,vedma.” His voice is raw with the last of his own control. “Tell me what you thought about.”

“Your cock in my mouth.” His thick shaft jerks against my ass. “Sucking you.” My tongue swipes the shell of his ear. “I need you inside me,” I whisper.

“Fuck, Lucia.”

He pulls back, eyes midnight black, then fills me in one savage thrust.

“Ahhhh!” My scream hits the ceiling.

I clutch his ass, trying to draw him in harder, faster, deeper. He grunts in response, driving us both onwards.

“So fucking tight.” He angles me to the perfect position and drives home, his dick hitting every nerve ending inside me. “So goddamn hot.”

The intensity of my coming orgasm is an exquisite torture at the base of my spine, almost unbearable in the moments before it hits. He thrusts so far inside me that I gasp, then stops, his head rearing back so he can look at me. My legs are folded so high his pelvis is laid against every swollen fold. He rocks slowly, each small movement bringing me right to the edge, but not over.

“Give me your mouth, Lucia.”

He takes it with unbearable sweetness, barely moving, holding us both in the unbearable moment before release as his tongue fucks my mouth with mind-blowing skill.

His lips leave mine, and I gasp. His large hands raise my ass impossibly high, and he stares down at me.

“Come for me,milaia.”

He lifts his hips then plunges home, and my world fucking explodes.

It’s almost dawn when I wake. Roman is sprawled across me, owning my body even in sleep. I ease myself out from his sleeping bulk and stand by the bed, staring down at his body like a criminal intruder. I feel like I want to imprint him on my mind, commit him to memory against the inevitable moment this thing between us ends. I’ve been running too long not to know how cold the nights feel when I am frightened and alone. I want to remember every mark, every scar, burn them into my mind so that when those nights come again, I can recreate him, hold his memory close for comfort.

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