Page 33 of The Pakhan’s Accidental Bride

She comes with a sharp cry, her core muscles spasming around my cock, milking me. The sensation is incredible, overwhelming, and I follow her over the edge. My orgasm rips through me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I empty myself inside her, marking her from the inside out.

For a long moment, we just lie there, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. She's trembling slightly, aftershocks still running through her.

Finally, I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed and beautiful. I brush a strand of hair away from her forehead, and her eyes flutter open.

She looks at me for a long moment, still breathing hard, and then she says, "I guess you'll do."

15

KIERA

I'm pretty sure I'll never be the same.

No man will ever live up to the incredible sex I'd just had with Emil. In fact, my toes are still curled so hard, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to pry them back into shape. Every muscle in my body feels like it's been thoroughly used, and there's a delicious ache between my thighs that reminds me of exactly what we did.

But I'm not going to let him know that.

"I guess you'll do," I say, trying to sound casual even though I'm having trouble putting sentences together at the moment.

Emil doesn't look too pleased with my response, and that makes me feel a little better. His eyes narrow, and there's a dangerous glint in them that sends a shiver down my spine.

"You guess?" he says, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. "Well then, I guess I need to do a little better."

Before I can process what he means, he disappears beneath the covers.

I gasp. I didn't think I could take any more pleasure from him. My body is already wrung out, oversensitive, and trembling from the multiple orgasms he's already given me. But then his mouth closes over me, and I nearly come off the bed.

His tongue is wicked, tracing patterns that make my back arch off the mattress. His fingers join in, sliding inside me with practiced ease, curling just right to hit that spot that makes me see stars. I grip his hair, probably too hard, and press him harder against me because I can't help myself. The pleasure builds impossibly fast, coiling tight in my belly, spreading through my limbs like fire.

I practically scream when the orgasm hits, my entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My toes curl even tighter than before, and I'm vaguely aware that I'm saying his name over and over like a prayer.

Then everything goes black.

Had I passed out?

I don't remember anything after coming until just now, when I wake up to an empty bed with sunlight shining in through the window. The sheets are tangled around my naked body, and there's a pleasant soreness everywhere that makes my face heat with the memory of last night.

I sit up slowly, looking around my bedroom. Shit.

I scramble out of bed, my legs a little unsteady, and find my clothes scattered across the floor. My underwear is nowhere to be found, and I have a sneaking suspicion Emil kept them as some kind of trophy. The thought makes my stomach flip with a mixture of irritation and arousal.

I take a quick shower, and when I'm dressed and somewhat presentable, I head toward the kitchen, following the smells of coffee and bacon.

Emil is sitting at the table, looking far too put together for someone who spent half the night doing what we did. His light brown hair is slightly damp, like he's already showered. Luca is at the stove, fixing breakfast, and the domestic scene is so unexpected that I pause in the doorway.

Emil's eyes find mine immediately, and there's a satisfied smirk on his face that makes me want to slap it right off.

"Good morning," he says, his voice low and rough in a way that reminds me of how he sounded when he was buried inside me.

My face flames, but I refuse to look away. "Morning."

Luca glances over his shoulder, a knowing grin on his bearded face. "Coffee?"

"Please," I say, moving into the kitchen but keeping my distance from Emil. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement, and it makes my skin prickle with awareness.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter, trying to look casual even though my heart is racing. Emil's gaze drops to my legs, then slowly travels up my body in a way that makes me feel naked all over again. When his eyes meet mine, there's heat there that nearly makes me drop my mug.

"Sit," he says, gesturing to the chair across from him.