Page 60 of Born into Blood

“Yes.” He smiles and gives me a wink. “I imagine you’re going to be pretty sore and in need of a soak.”

I haven’t given much thought to how painful this is going to be, but he’s right. With the size of him, there’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed. I will not be hopping out of bed tomorrow with a skip in my step. I’m guessing I’ll be smiling like an idiot while wincing and hobbling around. Looking into Luka’s green eyes, I quickly decide it’s worth it. He’s worth it, and something tells me that tonight is going to be about a lot more than just pain.

“Having second thoughts, kisa?” He whispers the words, pulling closer so I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips.

“Never.”

“Stop me if you need to.”

“I will.” I say the words, but as I do I tighten my arms and legs around him, making him smile and kiss me again. There’s no way in hell I want to stop this. I’m more than ready to give every part of myself to Luka Melnikov, and when he deepens the kiss and carries me to the large bed that’s waiting for us, I’m already snaking a hand between us, trying to undo his pants before he’s even laid me down.

I feel him smile against my lips as he gives a soft laugh at my eagerness. He braces his hands on either side of my head and looks down at me, staring at the rise and fall of my chest. Sitting up, he scoots back so he’s straddling my thighs.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs while dragging his fingers along my neck. He traces a slow line along my skin, slowly dipping lower, and when he lightly grazes one of my nipples, I sigh and arch up to meet his touch, instantly craving more.

“I’m going to spend all night worshipping your body, kisa.”

His fingers drag lower, dipping under the waistband of my skirt and giving a soft tug that exposes more of my skin. The deep, masculine groan he gives while slowly sliding my skirt down makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Scooting off the bed, he pulls my skirt off the rest of the way and then hooks his fingers under the lace of my panties, slowly dragging those down as well until I’m naked and lying on his bed.

“You are so beautiful,” he groans, raking his hooded eyes over me in a slow sweep that has me squirming beneath the intensity of his gaze. The corner of his mouth lifts up in a sexy smirk when he sees the effect he’s having on me.

When his hands go to his jeans, I watch every slow movement he makes, eyes glued to the front of his pants, unable to look away even if I wanted to. I swear I hear every tooth on his zipper separate from the other as he slowly drags it down, and when he slides his jeans down his powerful thighs and kicks them aside, I bite my lip and stare at the huge bulge straining against his boxer briefs.

One large, tattooed hand reaches down to grab himself over his boxers, and I lift up onto my elbows for a better view.

He gives a soft laugh and then strips off the last barrier between us. Luka fully naked and standing in front of me is a sight to behold, and my brain can’t figure out what I should be focusing on because I want to study every inch of him in depth, so my eyes end up dancing over his body, trying like hell to take it all in at once. I’ve just gone from the deep, muscular indentations along his sides to the rippled abs and then back to the thick cock that’s impossible to ignore when I hear him laugh, which just has my eyes jumping again, this time back to his.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him. “I can’t believe I’m the only woman to ever see you naked.”

He smiles even bigger and steps closer, lowering his head so he can kiss the top of my foot. “And no other woman ever will,” he whispers against my skin while slowly kissing a line up my leg.

I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I’m not about to sit here questioning it. When he nips at the skin of my calf and then licks the sting, I moan and my thighs automatically start to part. I cringe when I realize that not even parting them has created that elusive thigh gap that social media constantly tells me I should most definitely have if I want to look good, and right as I’m worrying about my thick thighs, Luka groans and runs his tongue above my knee.

“God, I love your legs, kisa,” he growls right before he nips and sucks and licks his way up my leg while his hand kneads my other thigh. “I want them wrapped around my head, and then I want them wrapped around my waist, and then when you’re pussy is too sore for me to fuck again, I’m going to use your thighs to get myself off and cum all over your body. I’m going to own every single inch of you before the sun comes up.”

I’m not entirely sure how he’s going to do all that, but the questions die in my throat when he grabs the backs of my thighs and spreads me wide.

“Jesus,” he growls, bringing his face closer so he’s staring right at my pussy. “So fucking perfect.”

I hiss out a breath when he slowly drags his tongue up my slit. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmurs against my sex, “so goddamn pretty when you’re all swollen and messy.”

Hypnotized by the sight of him nuzzling my pussy, I nearly choke when he says, “God, I’m going to ruin this tight little cunt, kisa.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just buries his face between my legs and fucking devours me. My arms give out, and I fall back against the mattress with a whimper when he wraps his lips around my clit and slides a finger into me. On instinct, my body tightens around his thick finger, pulling a groan from him that vibrates against my sensitive skin, nearly sending me over the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, reaching down to fist his hair in case he has any crazy ideas about pulling away. It’s a baseless worry, though, because stopping is the last thing he does. He sucks me harder while slowing his finger down so I feel every soft drag along my inner walls. When he hits some hidden spot inside me that has my hips bucking up as I moan his name, he immediately puts all his focus on that area, stroking and rubbing until my body can’t contain everything he’s trying to give me and I have no choice but to let go.

“Fuck!” I cry out, rocking my hips and tightening my grip on his hair. He groans and works me harder, stealing the breath from my lungs and making everything else disappear except the feel of his lips around my clit, the wet slide of his finger thrusting in and out of me, and the euphoria that’s dancing through every damn part of my body.

This is bliss, pure fucking orgasmic bliss, and I want more. I’m always going to be chasing this particular high.

“Luka,” I beg, when the rush starts to fade. I pull on his shoulders, squirming when he gives me another suck. Reading my body, he gentles his movements, kissing my overly sensitive clit in soft kisses that have my thighs shaking around his gorgeous head. When he slowly slides his finger out of me, my hands fall to the bed and I let out a soft laugh.

I hear him suck his finger clean before he gives my inner thigh another kiss. “Don’t tell me I’ve worn you out already, kisa, because I’m only just getting started.”

He slowly kisses his way up my stomach while I let out a soft laugh. “Don’t stop if I pass out.”

He gives my hip a soft bite. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

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