“Now you don’t have to worry about stepping in a mop bucket while I make you come.”
His hands and lips are suddenly everywhere, and I surrender to his ministrations. He opens the tie to my robe. It flutters open, bringing cool air over my desire-heated skin. I shiver and Luka responds by running hot kisses over my collarbone, between my breasts, and down my torso. Clutching his head between my hands, I run my fingers through his hair and let my head fall back against the door.
Trails of electric pleasure follow the path of his lips across my skin. His kisses are eager and urgent, but soothing. I moan softly at the delicate pleasure, panting when Luka traces a finger along the front of my thong. The fabric is fragile, and he could easily rip it off me. Instead he brushes it carefully to the side, taking care to let the pads of his fingers trail along my sensitive, needy skin. Then he drops to his knees and pulls my left leg over his shoulder, his finger tracing the seam of my bare pussy.
With a gasp, I push into his touch, needing more.
He looks up at me. He’s so wickedly handsome on his knees for me that I swear I might orgasm just from the sight of him. The light gives him an angelic glow, and I want to crack a joke, but the intensity of his expression robs me of clear thought.
“I like it when you’re possessive, Brooklyn.”
“You do?” I’m so breathless, I can barely get the words out.
He parts my lips and his tongue slicks across my clit. I cry out and have to brace one hand against the door to steady myself. Luka storms a crazy assault on my clit, his tongue lapping and swirling and flicking until I can barely control the volume of my cries. Clenching my jaw to keep from screaming, I sink into the sensations he’s causing and ride them as they flood my body, grinding my pussy against his hot, hungry mouth, until we find a rhythm.
The edge of my release wraps around me and I tense, ready to welcome it.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan.
Luka pulls away. I’m barely aware of anything except the sudden loss. I’m about to protest when I hear the sound of his zipper, and my heart rate doubles as I realize he’s about to fuck me.Yes. He grips my waist and hitches me up, urging my thighs around his waist. The fat tip of his cock nudges at my wet opening, and all the heady sensations come flooding back.
I want to come so badly, yet I crave the overpowering feel of his thick cock inside me.
“I want you to always be possessive of me,” he breathes against my lips. “Show everyone who gets to take this cock every day.”
“Yes,” I murmur against his mouth, in between kisses. “Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me.”
He thrusts up inside me, hard and deep, filling me completely in one strong move. I can’t hold back my jagged moan as I dig my nails into the fabric of his shirt to clutch his shoulders. Slipping a hand between us, he finds my clit and begins slow circles around it as he thrusts. His movements are careful, as if he’s gauging the level of my pleasure so he can build on it. And it’s working. He’s so good, he knows exactly how to jack me up, higher and higher, until the pressure inside me is so strong I need to scream or come, or both, to relieve it.
“Oh, God,” I moan. It’s definitely working.
His lips find the side of my neck, an intimate touch that he drags along the sensitive flesh as his cock and fingers drive me toward the edge again.
“Fuck me, Luka,” I pant. “Fuck me, fuck me.”
“You’re mine,” he growls, picking up the pace. “Your body is mine. This pussy is mine.”
“Yes. Yes.”
The tension between my legs is painful.I need…I need…
“Tell me I’m yours, Brooklyn. Like you’re screaming it so every woman in this building knows it.”
I loop my hands around his neck. “You’re mine…you’re fucking mine, Luka Zoric.” My voice is aggressive, feral. I’ve never heard myself sound like this before.
“And you’re mine,”he says. “All mine.”
Our mouths find each other in the dim light, hot and desperate and almost violent. I feel myself start to break apart and I can’t hold back. “Oh, God,” I murmur.
My release crashes over me, pulsing in deep shockwaves, leaving me shuddering. Luka groans softly into my neck, his body going tight as he pumps his final release into me.
We’re holding each other tight, our breaths mingling, our moans echoing each other’s. Emotions flood me, unbidden. I don’t recognize them as anything except…they’re something new. Something…different. My chest goes tight with whatever it is as Luka gently lowers me to my feet. My arms are still around his neck and I lean into him, closing my eyes as I listen to his heart pounding in his chest. He doesn’t speak, just lets me hold him, stroking my lower back.
Finally, I pull away. I have no idea what that was. I’m not sure I want to.
He finds some tissues and carefully tidies me up, even pulling my robe around me and tying it again.He’s gone from possessive, domineering asshole to tender lover so fast that I’m not sure what to think. But it’s done something to my emotional center, and I’m shaken.It hits me then: Luka Zoric isn’t actually the standoffish ice king that he wants me to believe he is. There are real emotions hiding inside him and they keep coming out and getting in the way.
“Let’s turn the light on and make sure you’re all in one piece,” he says.
