Page 117 of Born into Blood

“Huh?” I manage to gasp.

He gives a soft laugh and nips at my clit. “I’m taking your ass on our honeymoon, kisa."

Before I can respond, he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard while he works his finger faster. The warring sensations throw me off the goddamn cliff, and I come with a ragged scream. He growls against my pussy when he feels my ass tighten, gripping his finger as my hips rock and I come all over his face. The orgasm consumes me, stealing my vision and my breath as I shatter beneath his touch. He brings me down gently, softening his movements until every part of me is shaking and so sensitive that just the heat of his breath has me squirming.

Unable to move, I lay on the bed as Luka slides his finger out of my ass and kisses a path along my inner thigh.

“I love these thigh highs,” he whispers against my skin. “So goddamn sexy.”

I’m still riding out my high, and when he lifts his head and sees the goofy grin on my face, he laughs and reaches for the zipper on the side of my dress. Being careful to not tear the delicate material, he undresses me, leaving me in nothing but the thigh highs before making quick work of his pants. He looks painfully hard when he gets back on the bed and positions himself between my legs.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. I’m not even close to being done with you.”

I smile and wrap my arms and legs around him. “Good.” Pulling him closer, I kiss him, loving that he tastes like me, because I will never get tired of marking this man as mine. I dig my heel into his perfectly chiseled ass. “Time to make this official, husband.”

He grins before kissing me harder as he presses into me and joins our bodies together.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.

“I love you too,” I whisper back, cupping his face and looking into his green eyes, memorizing every detail of this moment.

He doesn’t look away. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he very slowly starts to move, fucking me at an excruciatingly slow pace that allows me to feel every thick inch of him. It’s so intense that all I can do is cling to him, fisting the back of his hair as he hits every damn nerve ending in my pussy.

My tits press against his hard chest as I rock beneath him, meeting his slow thrusts until I’m trembling and begging him to speed up. He keeps his eyes on mine and shakes his head. I can see the tense hold of his jaw, the way the vein in his neck is throbbing beneath his tattooed skin, and the way every muscle in his body is taut. It’s taking all his willpower to not fuck me hard right now, to not tear into me until we’re both coming and gasping for air. He’s holding back for me. This is something he wants to give me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to turn down such a selfless gift.

I cup his face, keeping my eyes on his, letting him see how much I love him and how goddamn good he’s making me feel. His eyes darken when the familiar coil of pleasure starts to ignite deep inside me. The first sparks have my breaths coming faster as my fingers clutch at the back of his neck. My instinct is to rock my hips, to grind harder and faster and push myself over the edge, but I’m not the one in control. Luka keeps up the slow pace, forcing me to savor every second of my building orgasm, and when it finally hits me, it’s like pure ecstasy flooding my body in slow motion. The intensity of it brings tears to my eyes. He watches me the whole time, never taking his eyes off me, and I’ve never felt closer to him.

He waits until I start to come down, and only then does he pick up the pace. Everything he’d been holding back comes rushing to the surface as he fucks me hard and fast. I’m quickly thrown into another orgasm as he kisses me like he’ll never be able to get enough and fucks me like he wants to possess every part of me. Luka never half-asses anything. Everything he does, he does exceptionally well. He’s never going to be the kind of guy who gives a few lackluster thrusts and calls it a night. He’s a perfectionist in many ways, and I want nothing more than to give him that same kind of pleasure and attention.

“I want on top,” I say, and with only a slight, questioning rise of his brow, he flips us over so I’m straddling him.

“Fuck,” I whisper, bracing my hands against his chest as I rise up and start to work my hips. He groans as he watches me ride him, a look of pure, raw hunger on his handsome face.

Rocking my hips, I clench around him even tighter, smiling when he rewards me with a deep groan and his strong hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. I drag my nails down his chest, reveling in the power I have over this man. It’s a heady thing to know I have all of Luka’s attention, and right now I’m drunk on that feeling. It makes me bold, and when I rise up even higher before slowly sinking back down onto the length of him, he groans and thrusts up into me, making my tits bounce as he gives an appreciative groan.

He cups one of my tits, squeezing my nipple and making me throw my head back at the sensation.

“I love when you ride me, kisa. You look so fucking sexy when you take control.” His other hand runs down my chest and along my stomach, stopping to stroke along the tiny baby bump that he swears he can already see before resting his thumb on my clit. He rubs me in slow circles while I ride his cock, bringing us both closer and closer to the orgasm that’s just out of reach.

“That’s right, baby. Your pretty pink pussy is taking me so goddamn good. You hear how sloppy wet you are?”

I nod my head because the wet sounds of our fucking are impossible to miss.

“Such a good girl,” he praises while pinching my nipple. “You’ve fucking soaked me, sweetheart.” His thumb speeds up, rubbing me harder and faster. “That’s right, baby. Come on my cock and use that tight pussy to take me with you.”

His words push me over the edge. I throw my head back and moan his name, riding his cock as my pussy clenches around him. He growls my name, gripping my hips with both his hands as he thrusts up into me right before I feel him start to pulse inside me with his release. I fall against his chest, kissing him as I thread my fingers in his hair, needing him closer. He wraps his arms around me, knowing what I want, surrounding me in his touch and scent as he gives one last thrust, his stomach muscles tensing as he shoots the last of his seed deep inside me.

I’m breathless and shaking and every muscle in my body feels like jelly, and I’ve never been so fucking happy in my life. I smile against his lips and give a soft laugh when he rolls us back over. He brushes back the strands of my sweaty hair and cups my face before kissing me again.

“I think it’s official now.”

I laugh and run my fingers through his hair. “I think so too. No one can say we didn’t consummate this marriage.”

He smiles and kisses me. “Rest up, baby, because we’re going to be consummating the hell out of this marriage all night long.”

My laugh turns into a yawn, and when he sees it, he slowly slides out of me so he can pull me up against him. I curl my body around his, resting my thigh over his strong one and my head on his chest. He runs a hand through my hair while the other one splays across my hip in a possessive grip that he knows I love.

He kisses my forehead and squeezes me tighter against him, caressing the scar on my arm, the one he’ll never forgive himself for, no matter how many times I tell him it wasn’t his fault. I kiss his chest as my body molds to his like I was always meant to be here. I don’t know what our future holds, but with our baby growing inside me, and Luka’s strong arms wrapped around me, I know I can face anything. No matter what happens, as long as I have them, I have everything.

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