Page 25 of Cruel Redemption

He reached between my legs and drew a finger along my slit. So slowly. So painfully slowly. I whimpered, needing more than his teases.

I spun, catching him off guard. With a shove, Luka was on his back and I straddled his waist with my legs.

“Fuck,” he groaned when I began to lower myself over his swollen cock.

“Yes,” I whispered. I loved this part. The feeling of his body meeting mine. The first second his body slid inside me. The electric charge. The ember that burned when his shaft first stroked my walls.

I lifted my hips, hovering against the pressure, reveling in this moment of fire and lust we shared. His cock always did this to me—made me lose my fucking mind. It felt so good. Luka’s hands circled my back. My breathing was erratic. My palms felt seared to his chest. Every touch between us burned with decadent sensations. Irresistible temptations.

“If you don’t fuck me,” he growled.

“What?” I taunted. I was losing it too. I needed this as much as I needed the next step, the next graze of skin. The next blaze between us. Maybe I wasn’t as good as accepting the way he tortured me as I was at giving it back.

“You’ll be on your knees in about three seconds.”

I huffed. “Who said I didn’t want that next?”

He chuckled, but his laughter quickly turned to a long, drawn-out hiss as I sank onto his shaft with control.

“Ohh, God,” I moaned, taking in the fullness of him, the way my body had to accommodate his, the way he felt so fucking good buried inside me.

One more carefully positioned stroke like the first one and then the forces that rule us took over. My body lashed against his and he pumped in and out of me. I tried to ride, but I felt the first wave of the orgasm starting to crest. I mewed, trying to stave it off, but Luka knew my tricks. He knew my body. He felt the way I squeezed him viscously. He knew it was seizing every limb and every muscle. His hands coasted along my sides, cupping my breasts. I thought the friction his thumbs created over my nipples would be too powerful for me to handle.

I couldn’t deny the climax any longer. It was too powerful. He was too powerful to resist. My body flung forward on his chest as it tore through me. I clung to him. My lips buried in his neck. My body shook and vibrated. His sculpted arms circled my body. His timing was always impeccable. As soon as the last shudder had ebbed, everything changed.

Luka eased out of me, finding his position behind me. I expected him on his knees, with me on mine, but he wedged a pillow under my stomach and my hips lifted for him just as his cock pushed inside me. I moaned with the intensity. The full weight of his body sprawled along my back. His fingers threaded through mine above my head.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. My hips rocked with new rhythm as he angled deeper and more possessively with each thrust. His breath was in my hair. His lips moved to my neck. He bit my shoulder, sucked my skin. His tongue darted against the crook where my shoulder met my neck.

I gripped hard against the fist we had made. Another orgasm. And then another. I was breaking beneath him. Or I was coming back together.

He sped up. His hips dancing against mine. Faster, harder. I was as trapped as I was free. I was his. My body belonged to him now. It always had. And his skin, his perfect lips. His gorgeous moldering eyes—all mine. He was as much mine.

I wondered how we could exist like this. Loving each other so much. With so much fierceness. I knew it. No matter how hard I fought it, or pushed it away, pushed him away. I loved Luka in my bones and in my soul. He was a part of me forever.

His teeth gnashed against my ear as his climax started to peak. He grunted something indistinguishable about loving me, needing me, fucking me until tomorrow. Russian blended with English and swirled into a language I knew.

But I didn’t need to know the words, because I felt it with every thrust. Every breath.

He drove so deep inside me, I screamed out, trying to muffle the sounds with our fists. And then he came undone. He pumped hard and fast as I crested with another orgasm. It came out of nowhere. I was so turned on. So in tune with every part of him. I thrashed under him, gasping for breath and gravity. It was a consuming, spiraling orgasm. I thought I’d never stop falling from it.

“Fuck,” he whispered. Our bodies tried to recover, or at least find air.

“Don’t,” I begged. I wanted him to stay like this a little longer.

He nuzzled in the back of my hair. “I think that only could have better if we had lights in this place.”

I smiled, biting down on my lip. He couldn’t see the expression on my face, but I hoped he knew how happy I was. I had a feeling I would remember this morning forever.

“What time do you think it is?” I regretted it as soon as I asked.

“I’ll get my phone.”

“No.” I tugged on his hand. “Just stay here another minute.”

He gently rolled on his side, tucking me to his chest. “Okay. A few more minutes.”

I nodded. The spell would be broken the moment either of us left this bed and turned on the lights.

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