Page 36 of Untouchable Queen
He thrusts inside of me, stretching me as he fills my pussy to the limit. Then his other hand grasps my hip as well, and he starts to rock, slow and steady inside of me. I whimper, my core tightening as he picks a pace that demands I feel every last inch of him sliding in and out of me. My breasts bounce every time he pushes into me to the hilt, and I gasp at the sense of weightlessness that takes over me—like I’m on the edge of a cliff and just about to take flight.
“I could make love to you under the stars every night for the rest of my life,” Lucian breathes against my skin, the warm air tickling across the nape of my neck.
I moan, my hips rolling back into him as my body throbs at the idea. With only a few pieces of metal between me and the sky, I’m both terrified of falling and intensely aroused by the way it empowers me. I could do this every night for the rest of my life too, and the realization shakes me to my core.
“Touch yourself,principessa,” Lucian purrs in my ear. “I want you to make yourself come all over my cock.”
When he talks dirty to me, it drives me wild. My skin prickles with anticipation, my pulse fluttering as I shift so I’m bracingon the railing with one forearm. Then I reach down, running my fingers over my burning skin to the live wire of sensation at the peak of my thighs.
A lusty groan rushes past my lips before I can stop it, and I press them closed as a reminder that I have to be quiet. But I get the feeling that Lucian wants to make me lose control. He wants me to scream his name with pleasure so everyone in this small seaside town will know how good it feels to have him inside me.
God, it does feel good.
Each deep, penetrating thrust sets my nerves on fire, and all I can do is pant as I circle my clit with my fingers and take every last inch of his impressive cock.
“That’s it,tesoro,” he purrs, his steady thrusts growing more adamant as his fingers press into my hips, keeping me from losing my balance and toppling over the railing.
It feels dangerous and exhilarating all at once, bold and reckless, passionate and possessive.
“You look so damn sexy,” he groans. “Come for me, Tatiana. Tell me who owns your pleasure.”
I’m so close to release, I’m panting, my legs quivering as my fingers swirl over my slick clit. Every time he shoves inside me, tingling electricity jolts up my spine, and deep in my depths, he hammers against that spot that drives me wild.
“Oh God, Lucian!” I scream to the world as I climax.
He groans, his hips thrusting more erratically as his swells inside me.
I can feel his release chasing mine as I milk his cock, urging him to fill me with his seed. That fluttering anticipation only intensifies the throbbing in my core, my walls gripping his thick girth again and again as my clit twitches against my fingertips.
The entire town could step out onto their patios to watch right now, and I couldn’t care less. I don’t ever want this feeling to end—the intense relief, the tingling euphoria, and on itscoattails, the deep carnal satisfaction as Lucian’s cum floods my body.
He grunts, the animalistic sound making my walls flutter with fresh excitement, and the string of Italian that follows sounds dangerously like curse words. Lucian’s hand finds the railing next to my elbow, and his knuckles whiten as he grips it firmly.
“Christ, Tatiana, that was…”
“Incredible,” I breathe, finishing his sentence as he rakes in ragged breaths.
When I glance over my shoulder at him, he leans in to capture my lips with a fiery kiss, and I melt. This moment, here with Lucian, is one I’ll never forget. It’s playful, romantic, and passionate in a way that only he can be. He pushes me past my limits constantly, but in the best ways. I feel stronger for it, braver, more capable of facing the world and staking my claim on it. I never dreamed I could appreciate Lucian like this, but I actually like whoIam when I’m with him, and that makes this marriage feel so much more possible.
Lucian’s arm snakes around my waist, his muscular arms pulling me against his chest as we kiss, and when he finally pulls away, easing out of my dripping core, I’m aching for him to come back.
“Come on,tesoro,nowI’ll take you to bed,” he murmurs, his voice filled with tantalizing promise.
He leads the way back inside, holding the drape back for me before he slides the door closed behind us. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I suddenly feel shy at what we just did, and the complete lack of concern I felt for anyone seeing us—seeing me completely naked. Lucian’s shirt might be off, but his pants are still around his hips, his cock tucked safely away once again.
But the way he looks at me, with molten desire, his eyes raking appreciatively down my naked body, melts away the self-consciousness that threatened to creep in.
A phone ringing—my phone—cuts through the silence, shattering the intense moment, and my heart skips a beat as I realize I left it at home tonight. I haven’t had it with me since before dinner.
I rush to my bedside table, snatching it up, and my stomach knots when I see it’s Natasha.
“Hello?” I answer, sounding rushed and breathless.
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling for the last two hours,” she demands, an edge to her usually measured tone. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry. We went out to dinner. I accidentally left my phone behind.”
“I forgot it would be nighttime over there. Look, I hate to ask it of you when you deserve a vacation more than anyone, but you need to come home. Now. Things have gotten out of control between Lucian’s men and ours, and I can’t keep a handle on them any longer.”
