He lifted his head. Eyes dark. Serious.
“What’ll make you believe me?”
I turned my face. Kissed the left side of his neck—right over the pulse.
“My lips tattooed here would suffice.”
Smirk.
“Not sure the Olympics allow visible tattoos.”
“Liar.” I giggled. “You gonna remember I asked?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“You sure?”
He thrust once—hard, deep, deliberate.
I whimpered. Back arching.
He kissed me brutally.
“You’re desperate for this cock. No way you’re letting me walk away, are you?”
“No,” I gasped. “Fuck—move. Please.”
Smirk widened. Dangerous.
“You’re gonna be an obedient, submissive little Omega just for me, right?”
I pouted.
“Only alittle.”
He chuckled—low, velvet.
“Good girl.”
The praise hit like lightning. My spine quivered. My cunt clamped.
He leaned toward my ear.
“Let’s get moving.”
CHAPTER 16
The Stamina Of Diamonds
~LUKA~
“Turns out Olympic endurance isn’t just for the ice. Some nights… it’s about keeping up with the woman riding your heart.”
Iforgot my diamond has stamina far greater than a damn hockey team.
Sweat poured down my spine in steady rivers, soaking the sheets beneath us until the cotton clung to my back like a second skin. My hands locked on her hips—fingers spread wide, thumbs pressing into the soft give just above the sharp cut of her hipbones—guiding her rhythm even as she took over completely. Up. Down. Slow grind at the bottom where she seated herself fully, then a teasing lift that dragged her slick walls along every inch of me like she was memorizing the shape of my cock all over again. The wet sound of it filled the room, obscene and perfect, mingling with her soft gasps and the low, involuntary growl that kept ripping out of my throat.
She had no idea.
