Page 74 of Take Me Under

“I will, princess. And then I’m going to take you right here on this table.”

She moaned again, and within moments, her body stiffened and shuddered, surrendering to her climax.

I didn’t give her a moment to come down before pulling my fingers free and sliding her pants all the way down her legs. I made quick work of the condom, then cupped her ass and pulledher closer to me. I paused only for a moment so that I could lean down and press my lips to her soft, warm mouth. The ragged edge of her kiss was a sharp contrast to how sweet she tasted, making me moan into her mouth.

She ground her hips against me, seeking my cock. Grabbing her waist, I held her, controlling the motion. Then, positioning myself at her entrance, I shifted my feet to get the leverage I needed and pushed in deep, driving all the way home.

She let out a gasp as her body worked to accommodate my girth. I waited, letting her intense heat soak me.

“That’s it. Take all of me like a good girl. Feel it.”

Her rippling heat drove me wild as I began to pump into her. When she wrapped those glorious legs of hers around my hips and rose up to meet me, I hissed through clenched teeth and pushed harder. Over and over again, I impaled her.

It was as if I couldn’t get close enough.

I needed more than her body.

I needed to possess her.

To own her.

“Anton,” she moaned, her eyes a violent inferno of blue flames. The moaning of my name eventually turned into a plea. She was beautiful—absolutely stunning, and her sounds only made me harder.

“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name again, princess. I want to hear you scream it.”

Invigorated by the feel of her slick, tight walls, I increased the speed of my thrusts. By the time I felt her orgasm start to clench around my cock, I was ready to explode. When she came, her cry of release was all I needed to lose myself in her. I came with such a violent force, I was left shuddering and trembling in her arms.

Time seemed to stand still, and I wasn’t sure how long we lay there before Serena finally said, “I should get dressed.”

“I like you naked,” I murmured, shifting my weight so she could sit up.

She turned her head slightly, meeting my gaze with a look that was both exasperated and amused. “I’m sure you do.”

She stretched, the action making it impossible not to run my hand over her smooth, olive skin. I traced my fingers along the curve of her hip, feeling the warmth of her body and watching the way her breath hitched.

When she moved to stand, I stood with her, pulling my pants back on as I watched her collect articles of clothing that were strewn about. Reaching down, I hooked a finger through a belt loop of her jeans and held them open for her to step into.

“Thank you,” she murmured. “But I’ve got it.”

I didn’t let go of the pants. Instead, I pulled them up her legs. Once they were in place, I slowly raised the zipper and fastened the button. Leaning in, I brought my lips to the shell of her ear. “I like taking care of you, princess. You’ll need to get used to it if we’re going to spend the next month together.”

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “About that. Does this count as day one?”

“I suppose it can.”

She looked at me for a moment, seeming to consider the situation. “I can’t spend all day, everyday, with you. I have a glasswork commission, and I should take advantage of this time away from the dig site to complete it.”

I shrugged. “I have work of my own to do. And when I don’t, I’ll watch your craft. I believe you mentioned starting early tomorrow.”

A flicker of something passed through her expression—hesitation, maybe. Then intrigue. “You really want to sit and watch me make glass?”

“I like watching you.”

Her face flushed, and her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to protest.

“It will take the morning for the furnace to reach temp,” she said finally. “Be here at noon.”

I met her gaze, letting a slow, deliberate smile play on my lips as I thought about fucking her again right here on this table. “Noon it is, princess.”

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