Page 50 of His Stakes (His Obsession 2)

VEDA

He stalked toward me, as graceful and powerful as a big cat, his blue eyes lit with a possessive light and trained on me.

“No,” I told him. “Stay away from me. I don’t want anything to do with you.” I was so fucking angry with him right now I could spit.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Because you’re not getting rid of me, Veda.”

I backed away as he prowled after me, taking his time, until my legs hit the back of something. A glance over my shoulder told me it was a bed, large enough for two people to sleep comfortably. Putting out my hand, I tried to stop him from getting any closer. “I’m covered in lake water.”

“I don’t care.”

I could scream, but I knew no one would help me. He could pull out a knife, hack me up into little pieces, and every person on this boat would help him feed the fish.

Even knowing this, my mouth opened as his hand shot out. But my scream was cut off when he cupped my cheek, his hand gentle, as he tilted my face up to his. I realized suddenly that he was trembling. “Luca?”

“You’re mine,” he whispered as his head lowered and his lips brushed over mine, the tip of his tongue wetting my bottom lip. “Mine,” he whispered again, so quietly I was unsure if he was talking to me or himself.

My lips parted on a moan, and his tongue swept into my mouth. I clutched his arms, feeling unsteady on my feet with the movement of the boat and the way he was kissing me like I was all he needed to survive and he was on death’s door. His large hands came up to cup my face, holding me in place while he ravaged my mouth.

Breaking off the kiss with a groan, he pulled back just enough to focus on me, his eyes hungry as they traveled over my face. The cool air inside the cabin caressed my skin, and I shivered. “Don’t fight me,” he said, but it wasn’t an order. More like a plea.

Slowly, he untied the top of my suit, unwrapping me like a precious gift. “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

“They wouldn’t fucking dare.”

I shivered again as he slid the straps over my shoulders and down my arms, leaving me naked from the waist up. His hands slid up my ribcage and his thumbs brushed my hard nipples.

“So pretty,” he murmured.

I didn’t know how to handle this Luca. This man who was so gentle and reverent as he stripped me of my bottoms. I didn’t know what to do. How to act. So I just stood there, my body trembling with an awakening desire until all of the anger and all of the mortification faded away as he kissed the scarred skin on my chest, working his way down to my breasts, where he ran his tongue around my sensitive nipples. His mouth covered every inch of my stomach, then he dropped to his knees as he went lower, kissing and licking the skin above my pubic hair, his hands on my hips to hold me still as he pressed his face into the curls and breathed deep.

My knees gave out, and I sat on the bed, my breaths coming hard and fast and my blood rushing to the surface, sensitizing my skin. Luca kissed my leg above the knee, then the other, spreading them wide as he worked his way higher up my thighs. He pulled me to the edge of the bed.

“Lie back, amore.”

I did as he asked, my hips lifting, searching for his mouth before he’d even touched me. And when the tip of his tongue licked through my folds and found my clit, I jerked, a cry wrung out of me, needing more.

With a deep groan, he gave me what I was asking for, sealing his mouth over my pussy as his tongue licked and tasted. He pulled me closer, looping my legs over his strong shoulders and lacing his fingers over my lower belly. I was trapped, unable to get away even if I wanted to.

My fingers gripped his hair, holding him to me as my orgasm crashed over me fast and hard, my body no longer in my control as it convulsed beneath him. His tongue moved down, entering me so he could lick up every last drop.

“Again,” he growled against my sensitive skin. His mouth returned to me, not as hurried this time.

“Luca.” His name left me on a needy breath.

“Mmm.” His moan rumbled through me, igniting my nerve endings as I felt the first stirrings of desire move through me. He took his time, pulling away and blowing on my swollen clit, kissing my inner thighs, then returning to the place I wanted him most. And when I was writhing on the bed, the ache in my lower belly tightening and releasing with increasing speed, he unhooked his hands and slid one beneath my ass. Slowly, he slid his thumb inside of me, moaning as my body tightened around his finger.

“Luca, please,” I begged.

I moaned in frustration when his thumb left me, only to catch my breath in surprise when he slid it into my ass just as his mouth covered me again, his tongue finding the perfect spot. I cried out as another orgasm took me by surprise, this one even harder than the last. His name was a prayer on my lips as his thumb pumped in and out of my ass and his tongue did wicked, delicious things to my cunt.

When I could breathe again, I opened my eyes to find him crawling over me, his cock hanging thick and heavy from the juncture of his hips. I thought he was bringing it to my mouth, but instead, he grabbed me under the arms, muscles flexing as he lifted me higher on the bed.

“You’re mine,” he said again as he pushed inside of me, his head falling to my shoulder. My body tightened around him, and he moaned. “Say it, Veda.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

He stilled inside of me and lifted his head to look me in the eye. “Say it again,” he ordered.

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