Page 35 of Untouchable Queen
Nothing could stop me from obeying her command, and I open the door, swinging it wide before scooping her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, the black dress hiking up around her hips as she clings to me. Refusing to break our kiss for more than a second, I kick the door closed behind us and carry her toward the bedroom.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Tatiana goes to work on the buttons of my linen shirt, holding onto me with her legs and trusting that I’ll hold her up. With one arm snug around her hips, I reach up to untie the halter top of her dress with the other. The fabric slips down as soon as the knot comes undone, pooling at the bend of her hips and exposing her full breasts.
I carry Tatiana right past the king-size bed to the sliding door of our balcony, and she pauses in her efforts to remove my shirt.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs, glancing toward the bed.
“I’ve had you on every surface of this place except one,” I say, opening the door.
She gasps, leaning into me to cover her breasts as I step outside with her. Since we’re nearly at the top of the hill, no one will see us, but the chances that anyone will hear us are much more likely, and I smirk, as Tatiana’s eyes widen nervously.
“I guess you’ll just have to be extra quiet,tesoro, if you don’t want all of Positano to know the kind of lover your husband is,” I tease. Then I lower her feet to the ground as I press her hips against the wrought iron railing.
“Lucian, what if someone sees?” she whispers.
I doubt anyone will, but the thrill of it makes my cock throb, and I nip playfully at her lower lip. “Let them,” I rasp, allowing her dress to slip over her hips and pool at her feet.
All Tatiana’s wearing is a white silk thong, and she looks dangerously sexy in just that and her heels, her long legs pressed together as if she’s trying to quench her desire. Reaching up, I remove the clip holding her hair in a loose knot behind her head, and Tatiana’s hair falls, thick and dark and lush around her shoulders.
She shivers, her eyes molten as I comb my fingers into her soft locks, cradling her face as I lean in to steal a soft, lingering kiss. Then I work my way down her body, kissing her chest and sucking her nipples between my teeth as I kneel before her.
It’s reminiscent of my groveling the day we arrived in Italy—out on the balcony, on my knees, Tatiana’s perfect body curvy and lush above me. But this time, there are no tears in her eyes, no pain in her voice, and no clothes to hide her beauty from me. Her smooth, soft stomach blends into her full hips, and the small triangle of fabric hiding her sweet pink folds doesn’t stand a chance.
Her hands fly back to brace against the railing as I drag the slip of lingerie down her legs and make her step out of them. I tuck the panties into my pocket and nudge her legs open with my knee. Then, fingers wrapped around her full hips, I dip low to kiss the sweet heat between her thighs. Tatiana whimpers, her knees quivering as she leans back against the railing.
“You taste irresistible,” I murmur, stroking my tongue out to lap at her slick slit, and Tatiana cries out, a shudder racking her body as her legs give out.
19
TATIANA
Lucian’s strong hands are there to catch me as my knees buckle with the intense wave of pleasure that explodes through my core. I never knew that sex out in the open, where anyone might see us could be so erotic. But as his lips wrap around my clit and Lucian starts to suck, I think I might just melt.
Heat races across my skin, followed by ripples of cool air that give me tantalizing chills. I should tell him to stop—that we need to go back inside. I shouldn’t be out here, making a spectacle of myself. But I can’t bring myself to care. I like the way Lucian shows me off, kissing and touching me where anyone could see just to prove that he’s mine.
Once upon a time, I never would have been bold enough to straddle a man when his driver was in the car with us, but something about Lucian unlocks a daring playfulness in me. I like taking risks with him—maybe because I know how much it turns him on. And God, it turns me on too.
Standing here, beneath the night sky, where anyone could look up and see my naked body is strangely exhilarating. I’venever felt so sexy—having a man on his knees in front of me, pleasuring me like that’s his sole purpose in life.
My breaths quicken, my nipples hard enough to cut glass as I feel that tension building in my core, my pleasure intensifying.
Then Lucian releases my hip with one hand to slide two fingers inside my dripping core. Explosive relief crashes through my body, releasing fireworks behind my eyes as I come hard and fast. My walls ripple around his fingers, urging him deeper as my arousal gushes from my throbbing core.
I bite my lips closed, trying to stay quiet, but the intensity of my pleasure is so all-consuming, I’m sure someone could hear my moans.
Lucian leans back, his gaze dark and wicked as he wipes my juices from his chin. He stands slowly, reversing our height differences so he’s towering above me, and my heart stutters as I try to catch my breath.
“Watching you come is the single sexiest thing in the world,” he murmurs, his lips hovering over mine.
I can smell the scent of my arousal on his lips, and when he closes the distance between us to kiss me, I can taste the lingering tang. My core shivers with anticipation, and I open my lips to deepen the kiss. He takes the opportunity with greedy verve, his tongue tangling with mine, and when he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing heavily.
“Turn around,” he rasps, his low, smooth voice cracking with desire.
Stomach quivering, I do as he says, goosebumps rippling across my flesh as the cool night air whispers across my breasts. I can hear his zipper lowering as I turn, and my heart jolts at the realization that he actually intends to fuck me right here against the railing.
Back in New York, I never could have set aside my inhibitions to do something so exhibitionist. But since our first day ofexploring Positano, I’ve managed to lock away my needling guilt and enjoy this vacation, this flavorful, passionate, and enlivening experience. It feels good to forget about all the responsibilities that wait for me at home. I know I’ll have to face reality eventually, but here, in Italy, I can pretend that Lucian and I are a normal couple—or at least, not the heads of feuding mafia families.
My fingers tremble as I grasp the railing, embracing the intense sense of vulnerability and exposure. Lucian’s lips press against the top of my shoulder blade, his body heat soaking into the skin of my back, making me feel bold and safe. One hand finds the curve of my hip, and he holds me steady as he guides his cock between my slick folds.
