Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(58)



Good girl. He gripped her hips and lifted her so he could pound up. She cried out, her breasts bouncing, her hair shimmering all around her shoulders and flirting with her ribs. Her eyes glazed with a bone-rattling desire as he worked her body.

“I’m going to…Lukaaaas!”

She climaxed. Her head fell forward as her body shook, her knees trapping him. Her nails dug into his forearms where she’d latched on, and he fucked her through the orgasm, trying to take in everything at once. Her expression, her pleasure, her tight little nipples, her fragile shoulders and the indent of her waist, her flared hips and the black thong he’d shoved to the side, her long legs bent, her shoes still on.

“Tell me you know this is real,” he demanded as he slowed his pace. “And tell me loudly. We’re soundproofed down here.”

She denied him and took the pace back up, draping herself over him as she moved. Her mouth meshed with his, and she kissed the sense right out of his fucking head. Christ. She fucked him so good, knowing just when to go slow, when to speed up, when to stop completely until the urge to come had passed. He could smell their sex, hear it. She was drenched, and he was in fucking heaven.

“I want you under me.”

She nodded—so compliant—and all but fell to the side. He followed her down and settled his weight on her. She mewled like a kitten and wrapped her long legs around him to press her heels into his ass.

“Mmm. Even in my dreams you didn’t feel this good.” Back to his mouth she went as her hips thrust up.

He pulled his head back, denying her the kiss because he was too busy watching her. His hungry little berry was totally owning the moment. Her comfort level was off the charts, and it was the sexiest fucking thing he’d even witnessed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Magdalena?”

She got her hands between them and greedily stroked his length as he pulled out. She tightened her slippery fingers and he watched her eyes roll when he pushed back in. “Looove. You don’t know how much.” She bared her teeth in a gorgeous hiss when he jerked his hips and lunged hard, trapping her hands. “Oh my God…you’re so…hard…so hot. Love this. Love it so much.”

“Because what’s between us is real.”

“Yes. Yes, it is.” She got her arms above her head in a feline-like stretch, displaying her firm breasts in such an inviting way that he gave each of them one long, slow lick across her nipples. “Fuck me,” she begged in a hoarse whisper. “Make me come again. That’s only ever happened when I’ve been alone in bed, and I need more. It’s different with you inside me. Stronger. Better.”

That’s because they were made for each other. Their bodies created to mesh perfectly right down to basic chemistry.

“Come on, Mr. Murdery,” she encouraged with a sultry little wink that he felt right at the base of his cock. “I can take it.” Her smile was a mixture of sweet and naughty. When he saw the dimple, he slipped a hand beneath her lush ass and delivered a hard and steady thrust that had her sinking into the leather at her back.

It didn’t take long for her inner muscles to clamp down, and he wasn’t sure if it was the way her voice broke when she screamed, or the steady suction on his length, or it could have been the power of her climax that showed in the way the tendons in her neck strained, but Lukas was sent into the abyss with her.

He’d never been more conscious of his body whacking out, and when he felt his release flow from his body into hers, emotion actually caused a burn beneath his lids. Condoms had always been a necessity for him. That had to be why this was so fucking spectacular. Why he just couldn’t take the pleasure for any length of time. Skin on skin. So hot. Wet. No protection against the incredible feeling of her body kneading his, gently coaxing from him what was necessary to create their first child.

He buried his face in his woman’s neck and shoved hard once more, as deep as he could go. His climax stretched on for-fucking-ever.





SEVENTEEN


It wasn’t until two days later, just before dark, that Dale was delivered curbside to her dad’s house. Two busy days spent planning—they’d agreed to have a private ceremony Sunday evening as Yuri had announced Kostya would be allowed home by the end of the week where he would be supervised by the surgeon and a small staff. Two busy days spent searching for a true psychopath who appeared to have fallen off the face of the earth. Two days of quiet talks in Lukas’s home office, where he tried his best to learn her life story—Dale told him only what she was able to talk about without feeling like vomiting, then she usually distracted him by crawling into his lap and ending the conversation with sex unlike anything anyone had ever experienced in the history of sex. Two days of breakfasts, lunches, and dinners spent hearing bits and pieces of Lukas’s history that Samuel, Farah, and Vasily seemed happy to share. Visiting with her future father-in-law and dress shopping, wedding dress shopping—done online—had taken up the rest of their time.

“This is where you grew up?”

Dale looked around the average neighborhood with its simple brick bungalows spaced out on either side. There were trees everywhere, including the big one in the middle of her dad’s front yard. She nodded and reached for the handle to open the door. “Quite a leap from stables in the backyard and vacations in Belize, huh?”

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