Page 62 of Untouchable Queen
I never fully appreciated it until now, just how perfect he is, from the dark stubble covering his refined jaw to his proud Roman nose that hooks over his full, soft mouth. His hazel eyes laugh when he catches me openly staring, and the hint of a smile curves his cocky lips.
“Like what you see?” he teases lightly, and it brings me back to our first time together—before he blew my mind about what the wordpleasurecould mean.
Licking my lips nervously, suddenly feeling like this is my first time, I nod. His expression shifts from playful to molten, and he lowers himself on top of me, spreading my knees with his hips.
“This is what you want, Tatiana?” he murmurs, his lips brushing across the soft skin along my collarbone.
“Yes,” I whisper, frightened my heart might just leap out my throat.
36
LUCIAN
It’s agony, being this close to her again. I can’t stop myself. All the walls I put up are crumbling down around me. My determination to keep her at an arm’s length is in shambles. I can’t think straight when I’m around her, and after a week without the pleasure of her perfect body beneath me, I didn’t stand a chance.
Seeing her there, practically naked in our dining room, did something to me. For one earth-shattering second, she looked so incrediblyvulnerable. As if it wasn’t just her body she was putting on full display for me. If it’s my attention she wanted, she knew exactly how to get it. I’m helpless against her beauty—a slave to her pleasure when she says she wants me.
And with her trapped beneath me now, her skimpy lingerie the only thing separating us, I want to make love to her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I can’t stop this horrible aching sense of premonition that this might be the last chance I ever get. And while I’ve spent days trying to pull back, to protect myself so it won’t hurt as badly when she goes, I know I’ll always regret it if I can’t have her this one last time.
She’s so perfectly sensual, so provocatively willing as she lies beneath me, her breasts pressing against my chest with each ragged intake of breath, and her blue eyes beg me to fuck her. But I lost my ability to do that after our first night in Positano. My feelings for her go so far beyond the physical, that making love to her is all I have. And if this is our last time together, I want it to be a night she remembers for the rest of her life.
Trailing kisses down her sternum, I make my way to her full, perfect breasts. It makes my heart twist to see they’re fuller now, spilling over the tops of her cups. I kiss across the beautiful swells. Then I run my tongue between the crevasse they make.
Tatiana gasps, her back arching. I take advantage of the movement, slipping my hand beneath her to stealthily unhook her bra. She sighs, as if grateful to be free of the constraint, and my stomach knots at the second reminder that her body is changing but she doesn’t want to do anything to tip me off to the fact.
A deep melancholy settles in the pit of my stomach, and it’s almost enough to dampen my arousal. But then Tatiana’s body ripples beneath me, her hips rolling up against mine.
“Please, Lucian,” she whimpers. “Don’t tease me. I need you so badly it hurts.”
The breathless desire in her tone makes my cock throb, and I finish the job of removing her bra, tossing it to the floor. Then I lean in to take one nipple between my lips as I palm her other breast. Tatiana gasps, her back arching again as she presses her soft flesh more firmly against my mouth. Her legs quiver, her hips rolling as if of their own accord, and as I continue to suck her taut nub, I let my hand roam down her body, my palm moving lightly across her abdomen and the garter belt there until I find the top of her panties.
I slide my hand inside, and Tatiana moans as my fingertips brush her clit.
“You’re soaking wet,” I groan against her breast, my cock rock-hard with anticipation now.
“Mm-hmm,” she whimpers.
Sliding my hand further into her panties, I run my fingers through her slick folds to her entrance, and I press two fingers inside. Tatiana gasps, her hips rocking upward until my hand is pinned between us, and she grinds against my palm. And as I suck her nipple more firmly between my lips, biting down gently on it, Tatiana cries out.
Fresh arousal coats my fingers as her pussy clamps down around them, her clit fluttering against my palm.Christ,after a week without sex, she’s so wound up it took absolutely nothing to make her come. Heat surges through my body at the realization, and I work my fingers in and out of her depths to draw out her orgasm.
Tatiana pants, her body writhing beneath me as she rides out her first wave of euphoria. And when I finally withdraw my hand from her panties, her eyes are glazed with satisfaction. Bringing my wet fingers to my mouth, I hold her eyes as I suck them clean of her tangy juices. Then I reach down to snap the garter holding her stockings up.
She gasps, her lips parting and her cheeks flushing with fresh excitement.
“I want to leave these on, so you better tell me now if you want me to keep these panties intact,” I growl, running my palm over her hot sex.
“I can buy more,” she breathes.
With a wicked grin, I hook my fingers around the flimsy triangle of fabric and yank. Tatiana squeals, her hips jerking forward before the sound tapers into a lascivious moan.
“You like it when I tear your panties off you?” I tease, running my fingers more freely through her slick folds.
“Yes,” she gasps. “I love everything about the way you touch me. Please, don’t stop.”
It’s the most satisfying and painful thing she’s ever said to me—knowing that this is the only thing I can do right in her world. At least I know thatthiswas true.
“Say you want me,” I command, but my voice sounds almost imploring. What I really want to hear is that she loves me, but I know I can’t ask that of her. It would be a lie if I had to force it from her, and I won’t do that. Ever.
