Hidden Monsters (Volkov Bratva #4)(71)

Restless beneath him, she tilted her hips, wanting more, too eager for something she had fantasized about for years, but Luka was determined to draw it out and make her wait. He drew back far enough that he could drink her in, his eyes drifting over the flush that had spread across her chest, down the flat plane of her stomach, to where he was working a finger in and out of her.

Alex was too aware of everything happening between them, even as she was lost in what he was doing to her. His eyes on her only made it worse, her legs coming together.

He shook his head, a ghost a smile appearing. “Now that just won’t do.”

With irresistible strength, he used his free hand to push her leg back, exposing her to him once more, but this time he shifted until he was practically on top of her. Kissing down her body, he spared not a single inch, making her come alive beneath him. She was becomingly achingly aware of just how far beneath her navel he was going, but the anticipation was something worse.

He didn’t go where she wanted immediately. No, he kissed where her thigh met her pelvic bone, lips and teeth dragging over her inner thighs before he sucked delicately at the flesh there. His name came out in a whisper, desperate and pleading.

Her hands had a mind of their own as they sifted through his hair, tugging on the silky strands, a silent command for him to stop teasing her. The moment they did, his mouth was at her opening, his tongue pushing in.

All the air rushed from her lungs the moment he made contact, and it took everything in her just to remember how to breathe. His hands curled around her thighs, holding them open.

It felt like he was everywhere all at once, taking her higher than she had ever been before. She couldn’t even find any words to say because everything he was doing was perfection.

And as he sucked and she reflexively pulled at his hair, she could practically feel the shudder race through him, his hands tightening on her skin, and if anything, that only seemed to make him hungrier.

Feeling that little spark spread through her, she squeezed her eyes shut, crying his name over and over again as she tipped over the edge.

Luka surged up, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, his eyes wild but focused entirely on her. He fisted his cock, the muscles in his arms standing out in stark relief. He swept his tongue over his lips, his eyes closing like her essence was the best thing he had ever tasted.

Reaching for him, she tugged him down, kissing him with everything in her, tasting herself on him. It had been slow and languid at first, a buildup to this very moment because something snapped inside of him.

Positioning himself at her entrance, she only had a moment before he was pushing inside of her, almost too big to fit. Her thighs squeezed, trying desperately to hold him in place, needing to adjust.

He groaned, a soft broken sound that made her throb around him.

“Too much?” he asked in her ear.

She had never heard him sound like that, his voice deeper and darker than usual, his accent the thickest she had ever heard it.

He’d stilled, careful to keep his weight from crushing her. She had forgotten just how big Luka was, but as he eased out of her, slowly, inch by inch, and pushed back in, it no longer mattered.

He pushed inside her again. And again, until she’d practically become putty. She could feel his smile against the side of her neck.

“Better?”

She held onto him as if he was her lifeline, nodding her head vigorously.

“No, I need to hear you say it. Tell me.”

It wasn’t like he stopped thrusting into her, like his hand hadn’t come up to curl around her chin and force her gaze up to his, and yet he wanted her to formulate an actual response to that?

“Don’t stop,” she said just loud enough for him to hear. “Please, don’t stop.”

He gave her everything, more than she could have ever wanted. By the end, there was no doubt in her mind that he was it for her.





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Brought to an End





Her pillow was bunched under his blond head, his face turned in the opposite direction of her. There was something all too great about having him there, and as she slid closer, her leg brushing his, it was even better that he’d shed his clothes.

She took a moment to appreciate the sight of him there, feeling lucky for once in her life. He was always so secretive, not so much with her, but while he slept, she wanted to take a better look at the colorful ink that adorned his back. The first time she had seen it, the vivid imagery tattooed there had been too distracting. Most guys she knew only had a handful of tattoos at most, but there was hardly, if any, skin left showing.

The jungle scene was shockingly realistic despite how long ago he had to have gotten it done.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, she followed the length of a vine with her fingertips, lingering in places as she got a better visual now that she was up close, but hesitated when she felt the differences in the way his skin felt in places.

Last night, she had been in a cloud of lust, too focused on what he was doing to her body to fully concentrate on anything else, but now that she was clear of it, it was hard not to notice the smooth skin to the multitude of scar tissue that covered him. Scars were not uncommon in this world, but as she traced one long scar from just below his shoulder to where the sheet was crumpled at his waist, this wasn’t like anything she had encountered before. And worse, it was only one of many.