Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(50)
“Work for it,” he demanded.
She planted her feet and pushed, shoving him off balance. “I have been!” She followed him, going up on her toes so she didn’t lose either of her pleasures. “Lukas…”
“Come on, Magdalena. Come closer. Take what you can’t resist.”
“I can resist,” she argued as her jaw tightened because he was now concentrating on her G-spot. The back of his knees hit the bed, and they went down. “Just don’t want to.” She pinned him, and their hands, and let out a little yelp because falling had his wrist grinding against her clit. She rode him, stroking his cock, and worked his fingers deeper into her by thrusting down with her hips. She gripped his hair and moaned into his mouth as she tried to kiss him while he said something in Russian before coming back to English.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Such a hungry little pussy.”
“Yes…shouldn’t feel like this. Should never feel this good. Making me so stupid.” She held her mouth against his but was too far gone for kissing. A desire she’d never felt before was thundering through her body. Stealing any sense of decency she might have held onto with anyone else. It was enslaving, and she wanted it to stop as desperately as she wanted more.
“It should always feel this good,” he corrected, giving her a little shake before putting that hand to good use by cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his talented fingers.
Her movements became erratic as her orgasm bore down. “I can’t stop. I’m…oh, God…I’m sorry…” His fingers moved faster inside her, going deeper and pressing harder as the strength in her muscles started to wane. He rolled her over and took full control by claiming her mouth in a kiss that owned her, his tongue plunging, his taste—
A loud knock on the bedroom door had her head whipping towards it, her teeth bared.
“Lukas?” It was Samuel. “We’re leaving for the hospital in ten. Papa called and is waiting. We’ll be out front.”
The interruption should have stolen some of her pleasure. It didn’t because Lukas didn’t let up. “Come for me, yagodka,” he ordered as he wrenched her head back and trapped her bottom lip between his teeth. He looked into her eyes as he caught her writhing leg and pinned it to spread her. His thumb rolled her clit with more speed, and she finally found the sense to try to stop him by grabbing his wrist, but he prevented it by slapping her hand away. Her eyes searched for the door again. Farah’s husband was waiting. Lukas’s fingers. Her orgasm. Oh, God…
“Thank you, Samuel,” she called, trying desperately to keep her voice normal as her climax rushed in. When Lukas released her lip, she added, “We’ll be down in a second!”
“Oh, okay. No problem, Dale. Thanks.”
She didn’t care in the least about the smile she heard in his voice because her body locked up as her orgasm hit, tearing through her with hurricane force. She clamped her lips together to contain a scream and threw her head back as she blew apart.
Lukas groaned and smudged his mouth up the front of her throat, licking and nibbling as he pumped into her, helping her ride the crashing waves that swept through to clamp and release his fingers. “Tight and hot. Yes, Magdalena. My sweet, greedy pussy pulling at me. She likes her new owner’s touch…so fucking beautiful…and all mine.”
At that moment, he couldn’t have been more right.
FIFTEEN
As they sat down for their second and final meal of the day, Lukas was still reliving the blinding pleasure that had been etched into Dale’s face as he’d brought her to orgasm for the first time. The highlight of the event hadn’t been him getting her off but her open acceptance of the pleasure.
She hadn’t been shy or uncomfortable. She’d given him the gift of a goddamn yes, then had been eager and exposed, and she’d allowed him the honor of watching her come apart for him. Even when she’d returned to earth and had eventually gotten up to go into the bathroom to get him a wet washcloth—that he hadn’t needed because he’d licked the evidence of her desire clean from his fingers the minute her back had been turned—she hadn’t ducked her head or refused to meet his eye. She’d smiled. She’d kissed him. And she’d hurried him along so Samuel and Farah wouldn’t have to wait on them.
The blushes and downcast eyes arrived when they’d stopped by the jewelers on the way to the hospital. After some initial nervous hysteria on the bride-to-be’s part, Lukas finally had the distinct pleasure of sliding his ring on his woman’s finger. They’d received congratulatory hugs and kisses from Samuel and Farah and had gone on to the hospital with the two proudly grinning idiots to spend an hour with his beaming father.
Lukas glanced up to watch his fiancé move around the table in her strappy sandals and burgundy lace dress that was classy but casual. She quietly thanked him before taking the seat he held out for her.
Should never feel this good. Making me so stupid.
He frowned, remembering her words as he pulled out his own chair while everyone else did the same. He’d caught her, more than once today, nibbling on her thumbnail and looking as if she might be second-guessing her decision to marry him.
Or she could have needed to use the restroom.
Fucked if he knew for sure because she’d stuck to surface chatter all day. Not that they’d had much time alone, but still. Samuel and Farah fucked off into their own little world every thirty minutes. They didn’t care who else was around.