Page 11 of Untouchable Queen
And the bursts of electric pleasure leave me lightheaded and gasping for breath.
“As long as you know that, I’ll never let you go unsatisfied.” Then Lucian’s tongue dances between my teeth once more, claiming my lips as he takes every part of me as his own.
The building tension swirling in my core feels ready to snap, and as he kisses me deeply, I topple over the edge into a sea of bliss. Waves of heady relief wash through me as my pussy ripples, my clit throbbing in time to his relentless thrusts.
Lucian grunts, the sound deep and carnal as he slams inside me, his arm tightening around my waist. Then hot cum gushes inside my depths. I gasp at the shocking rush of adrenaline thatchases my climax. The heat of nervous excitement sears across my flesh. He just came inside me, and the thought makes my stomach quiver as a fourth orgasm slams through me before the last one’s even finished.
We slow, Lucian keeping my body firmly pinned against the mirror as we pant. I’m suddenly aware of the fact that he never even bothered taking off his slacks. It leaves me feeling vulnerable, like he has the upper hand, but it’s almost hard to care when contentment keeps pulsing through my veins, making my walls pulse around his hard length long after I found my release.
Slowly, Lucian eases me back onto my pearl-studded heels, and when my legs wobble precariously, he grasps my elbows to steady me.
“That,” he says breathily, a playful smile stretching across his lips, “was a wonderful appetizer. Are you hungry,cara mia? I’m starved.” Digging into his pocket, he pulls out his phone to call someone. In quick Italian, he gives a command, then he hangs up and turns his attention back to me.
His eyes roam appreciatively over my naked body, and my cheeks flame as I press my sticky knees together, hoping he won’t see the excitement that’s trickled down the inside of my thigh.
“I have to say, I’d much prefer you wear this for dinner,” he teases, reaching up to lightly roll one of my bare nipples between his finger and thumb.
I gasp as a jolt of pleasure lances through my core, and my stomach tightens with fresh excitement. But I press my lips together so I won’t accidentally moan.
“But I suspect you’d rather put something on?” Lucian’s wicked grin says he knows even if I did want to wear clothes, he ruined the dress I came in with. “You can borrow my shirts untilwe have time to bring your clothes over—unless you’d rather shop for a new wardrobe.”
“I’m perfectly fine with the clothes I own,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest in a failed attempt at modesty.
Lucian chuckles. “Alright.” He turns, scooping his white button-down up off the floor and offers it to me.
I snatch it out of his hands and slip my arms inside the sleeves, ignoring the way his scent fills my nose, making my pulse flutter. I button several buttons and am grateful to find he’s larger than me by enough that the shirt tail makes it past the curve of my butt. It barely covers me, but at least my ass won’t be hanging out there for everyone to see.
Rolling the sleeves to my elbows, I feel a sense of relief to be covered up once more. Though Lucian’s bare chest is still making my mouth water.
Someone knocks on the door a moment later, and when Lucian gives the command, they roll a dining cart of dome-covered plates and a bottle of champagne inside.
“Thank you, Daniella,” he says, dismissing her with a wave.
Then he pops the bottle of champagne and pours us each a glass.
“To our first time together as man and wife,” Lucian says suavely, holding up his champagne flute as my stomach knots. “And a steamy start to what I intend to be afullnight of making love.”
Light filtersthrough the window of the balcony door, shining across my pillow in a warm golden glow as it rouses me from a deep sleep. It must be late morning—I slept in, exhausted after Lucian and I didn’t go to bed until nearly daybreak.
But he’s already up and out of the room, ready to start the day.
I groan, rolling onto my back as I take stock of my current state. I’m muscle sore from getting an intense physical workout, and the space between my thighs aches deliciously from getting such thorough use. I’ve never been with a man who has the kind of stamina Lucian has, and I’m shocked to realize my own sexual appetite is near insatiable.
Still, I’m mortified by the fact that I actually enjoyed our wedding night.
Lucian made me feel things I never knew a man could, and I’m dangerously close to being satisfied with this new potential for my life. If only that wouldn’t completely betray my family and all my father worked so hard for before he died.
Before Lucian killed him.
Groaning in frustration, I sit up and bury my face in my hands. I need to keep my head in the game. I’m acting like some silly little schoolgirl who just had her first taste of romance. I can’t lose sight of the fact that Lucian is my enemy—even if he does make love like Casanova.
Throwing the covers off the bed, I get up, ready to face the reality of my day ahead. I’ll have to face my men and tell them where we go as a Bratva from here. I have no doubt that after all the trouble they’ve given me just for being a woman, it’s going to get so much worse before it gets better, because I basically sold my soul to the devil, and now they’re stuck working for a woman who’s shackled to Satan himself.
Stomping toward the closet to find something that might cover my body well enough for breakfast, I’m shocked to find the olive-green wrap dress I wore to confront Lucian yesterday is freshly laundered and folded on the dresser.
Thank God, I actually have something to wear, and while I would like to take a shower before putting it on, I’m starving, so that will have to wait until after.
Still, as I slip into the soft fabric and tie the cloth belt around my waist, I feel oddly conflicted about the thoughtful gesture. Lucian—or at least his household—was considerate enough to realize I have no clothes of my own here after yesterday’s unexpected turn of events.
