Page 10 of Untouchable Queen
“Not God, Tatiana. I want you to scream my name in bed,” I murmur, trapping her against her own reflection with my chest, and I rock more forcefully inside her as her cries of pleasure intensify. “You want me to let you come?” I tease, heat flashing through me at the incredible feel of her hot pussy wrapped around my cock.
“Yes,” she mewls, practically sobbing.
“Then say my name, and ask nicely,” I murmur against her ear.
She doesn’t obey me right away. Instead, she bites her lips together as if refusing to give me the satisfaction of hearing her beg—even if it means she won’t get to climax.
“Naughty,” I tease, and she quivers violently against me as her blue eyes meet mine with renewed ferocity. “I like your fire,tesoro,” I breathe. “You are going to make my life far more interesting.”
“Screw you,” Tatiana hisses, and she grunts as I thrust inside her before staying buried there.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing,” I say playfully. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it.”
To prove my point, I circle her clit more adamantly with my fingers, flicking them lightly over the small bundle of nerves. And even though I told her she would only get to come if she said my name, she’s so close to the edge, that’s all it takes to push her over.
Tatiana gives a lusty moan, pressing her cheek against the mirror as her pussy grips my cock like a vise. Then she spasms around me as she reaches climax. Two orgasms within minutes of getting her out of her clothes—that must be a new record for me. I love how responsive my Russian princess is. So eager and ravenous for my touch—even if she refuses to admit it.
I can feel it, though, in the way her hips thrust back against me, taking me deeper inside her as she comes. I can feel it in the way she grips me, practically begging me to come inside her as her clit twitches against my fingertips.
And it feels so intensely good, the way she ripples along my cock, that it takes monumental effort not to release my load inside of her before the fun’s even begun.
I love this bold, passionate side of Tatiana. I love that she’s determined to maintain her pride even now. I knew she was an intelligent and fierce woman beneath her prim, proper-young-lady behavior. But I’m thrilled to see her coming into her own—even if it took making her hate me to reveal it.
4
TATIANA
Iknew sex would be part of the proposal I accepted to free Natasha—Lucian laid it out right from the start that he expects me to give him an heir. What I didn’t anticipate is how much I might enjoy fucking my husband.
I don’t want to give Lucian the satisfaction of knowing it. But despite my best effort, I can’t hide it. The euphoria crashing through me is so overwhelming, I couldn’t control it any more than I could stop a tidal wave. The tingling relief that floods my core makes me dizzy and weak-kneed.
My breath fogs against the mirror’s glass as I breathe heavily from the throbbing orgasm that pounds through my veins. I can feel Lucian’s impossibly thick, large cock twitching inside me every time I grip him. My heart flutters at the thought that this could be it. He might come inside me right here. Right now.
It’s the first time I’ve ever had unprotected sex, and the thrill of it makes my stomach quiver nervously. I’ve never indulged in the possibility of children because I was certain I would never get married. But if that’s the good that can come out of this horrible mess, I’ll take it. I feel a shocking sense of anticipation about the prospect of being a mom. And as much as I would liketo wish the father of my children could beanyonebut Lucian Agosti, right now, as he stretches my pussy to the limits of pleasure, I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re so damnperfect,” Lucian groans, his fingers pressing into my hip bone as he pushes inside me to the hilt.
My clit flutters in response, my walls tightening around him once again, and I can’t help wondering if something is wrong with me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am, but the way Lucian touches me sets my soul on fire. He’s not rough or violent, forcing himself on me, and yet, he commands my body in a way that makes it impossible to refuse. The best I can do to undermine his smug satisfaction is to stop myself from admitting how much I like it—at least out loud. But I might as well be screaming it for how traitorously my body shows it.
And when Lucian pulls out of me in one abrupt move, I can’t stop the whimper of disappointment that escapes me.
“Don’t worry,tesoro,” he purrs as he turns me to face him. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
Then his arm snakes around my waist, and with an impressive strength, he hoists me off the ground, pressing my back against the cool mirror as my legs instinctively hook over his hips. The arrogant smirk that curls his proud lips tells me he can read my body language like a book. He knows the aching emptiness I feel now that his dangerously pleasurable cock isn’t buried inside my depths.
But I don’t have time to linger on the disappointment as his lips crush against mine. At the same time, his hard tip slides inside me, slick from my arousal and eager to fill me up once more. I cry out with pleasure, the sound echoing down his throat as a cool, tingling shiver trickles up my spine. I tighten around him, my body gripping his hard length, and Lucian groans. Then he starts to thrust, each deep penetration slamming my hips back against the mirror with a soft snap.
I feel completely consumed by him, his smell of lemon and vetiver soft and subtle in my nose, his hot flesh pressed against mine, his firm chest and surprisingly muscular arms pinning me against the cold glass. His tongue tangles with mine in a desperate kiss. No longer teasing and inviting, he’s lighting me on fire with a passion that could easily devour me.
My breasts press firmly against his well-defined pecs, the soft black chest hair tickling my oversensitive flesh, and if he doesn’t let me come one more time, I might just die. I’m so close, hovering on the precipice, even though I’ve already come twice.
And before I can think better of it, my voice takes on a life of its own. “Please, Lucian,” I whimper. Then I gasp, suddenly horrified that I begged him for more.
“Please what,tesoro?” he teases, trailing soft kisses down my throat.
I shake my head, pressing my lips together as I refuse to say another word. He chuckles darkly, rocking in and out of me with such intensity, I think I might explode.
“You’re mine, Tatiana,” he murmurs, his thrusts growing more powerful as he drives inside me, claiming my body as he crushes my clit with each deep penetration.
