Page 16 of Cruel Longing

My knees quaked, but Luka wrapped his hands to my chest, yanking the silk fabric out of his way. He wanted access to my entire body. My nipples were bare for his fingers to take, pluck, squeeze. He was possessive and determined.

I reached behind me, running my fingers into his hair, drawing his mouth to the crook where my shoulder met my neck. He sucked my skin. Licked and lavished it.

“Ty moya.”

I nodded, knowing I was his and always had been.

His finger slipped inside me, followed by another. I whimpered and heard the approval reverberate in his chest. I was soaking wet. But he knew that the instant he touched me. He plunged another finger in my entrance until I felt stretched and filled. My mouth opened to protest, but he covered it with his.

He began pumping inside. Rubbing my nipples. Kissing me. It was as if the first lick of a flame started in my core and began to pour through my limbs. I raged with burning heat.

“Good girl,” he growled.

I wanted to hit or kick or bite him. How dare he call me a girl? I was powerful. Independent. But holy shit. I suddenly felt the kind of power I could only dream of.

“Please,” I called to him.

“My greedy girl.” The third finger that fucked me combined with his ragged voice was the catalyst that pushed me over the edge.

The orgasm blazed while I panted and begged. I didn’t know what I was begging for. I didn’t know if I was forming words or only making sounds.

But Luka spun me in his arms and scooped me against his chest. He carried me through the suite into the bedroom. Our eyes met, and I wondered if he was thinking the same things I was. Would this erase the pain? Would this be the start of something new? Or was this just tonight?

He lowered me to the bed. He worked the zipper on the side of the dress and peeled it off my body.

“Much better.” He grinned, admiring my body. “Now these. Lift your hips.”

My body obeyed every command. He took his time peeling the silk panties over my hips and dragging them against my thighs. It was torture. He continued to undress me until I was practically panting.

“What about you?” I whimpered.

“You want to play? That’s fine. But me first.”

I was speechless. He left me no room to argue.

I wanted to touch him. To see his clothes hit the floor in a pile. I didn’t want anything between us any longer. This was a new chapter. A new beginning for our bodies. I reached for him, ready to snap every button on his shirt with a click of my fingers,but he knelt before me. Luka Fucking Novikov dropped to his knees.

The hunger in his eyes. Oh my God. I gasped, taking in the full scope of what he was about to offer me. Did I need five breaths? Ten? How did I prepare for what was about to happen?

His strong arms wrapped around my thighs dragging me to the edge of the bed. His palm flattened on my stomach. I watched every move. Every touch. I trembled.

“Shh.” His eyes had turned darker than coal. They never left mine as his head began to dip. Lower. One kiss on the inside of my thigh. He dipped lower. Another kiss. Our contact didn’t break until the first lash of his tongue.

“Oh shit.” My head reeled back. My eyes closed and I lost the battle.

His tongue was nothing short of greedy. Dragging back and forth, lapping, sucking. I arched into his mouth, demanding my own reward. He grunted bursts of satisfaction.

I clawed at the bed. Thrashed trying to find gravity. I loved where his mouth was. Right where I wanted it. Fucking my entrance, claiming it with a cascade of kisses.

I was falling into an abyss. Luka’s eyes. His mouth. His fingers canvassing my body with strokes of heat. I wanted to swim in it as long as the waves would carry me. And they didn’t disappoint. One slow roll after another, crashing and crashing. My body hummed and sang until I was a heap of panting exhaustion.

I dared to open my eyes as he rose from the floor. He unbuckled his pants and they fell to the floor. I whimpered at the site of the ink tattooed around his thighs. I had drawn that patterna hundred times in meetings on notepads. To see it again sprawling before me circling athletic muscle, now felt surreal. The unbuttoning of his shirt was as intentional and slow as the way he had undressed me. I watched in awe as his clothes fell away and I finally was able to take in all of him. More than a glimpse of a sculpted bicep with the flame imprinted on his shoulder, or the ridges of his abs. He revealed he had snagged a condom from his pocket.

He climbed on the bed, one knee at a time, crawling toward me as I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of him.Allof him. Holy hell. His cock sprang toward me. I’d felt the smooth length of him in my palm once. His full swollen cock was powerful. It was damn intimidating.

“You okay?” He waggled his eyebrows, inching closer.

I nodded, wanting to feel the weight of his body pressed into mine. Needing his skin to sear mine. I wanted the friction and the sweat. I wanted to wake up smelling like him and still feel the bruises from our bodies rubbing together.

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