Page 180 of Lethal Torture
I laugh, rippling the water around us. “Why is it you always know what to say to me?”
“Ha.” He strokes his hand up my side. “I will remind you of that, when you get that killing look on your face. Speaking of which,” he says, in a voice full of amusement, “did you see Mak’s face, when all the kids started running around?”
“I did.” Now I’m really laughing. “Where did he take off too, in the end?”
“He and Leon wisely disappeared to some private club in Malaga, which, I understand, is both blissfully child free and also caters exceptionally well to both their tastes.”
I shake my head in mock despair. “What about Rocco and Agatha?”
Luke’s laughter shakes us both in the water. “Last seen heading to her villa in Marbella, where I understand they’re planning to spend the entirety of the parliamentary break. It might be time to look for a new cunnilingus expert.”
I twist around in his arms, twining my body about his. “I’d say I’ve already found one,” I murmur, lowering my mouth to his.
The kiss is long and sweet, and by the time it ends, neither of us is interested in swimming anymore.
“I think you better show me this bedroom,” I whisper, his throbbing length between my legs tantalizingly close to where I need it.
We race across the lawn and into the house, where candles burn on rough wooden benches and the air smells of leather-bound books and the fresh herbs Luke has planted outside the kitchen window. He wraps me in a towel as I walk ahead of himup the tiled stairs, his hands stroking me dry and stoking the fire within.
“Ready?” he says, pausing outside the closed door.
“Uh-huh.” I squirm against him and smile as I hear his sharp intake of breath. He pushes the door open, and for a moment, I can’t breathe at all.
The first thing I see are the wide glass doors opening onto the balcony terrace, which is overgrown with the same bougainvillea and jasmine that covers the front. The scent drifts into the wide bedroom, beneath the wooden rafters and across the stone floors, wild and intoxicating. I can see a vast bathroom off to the right, with Luke’s characteristically enormous rainwater shower and plants that seem to grow from the walls.
But I really don’t notice much apart from the enormous four-poster bed.
“How big is that thing?” I say, laughing as Luke slowly walks us toward it.
“Which thing are we talking about, exactly?” he says, then grunts as I nudge his belly. “Fine. Well, it’s not a king-size, because actually, I don’t think they make them big enough. I had the bed made by a local carpenter and the mattress custom-made by the same place that does the mattresses in the Quartier.”
“Oh, wow,” I sigh as Luke picks me up and deposits me in the center of it. “This is heaven.”
“Not yet, it isn’t.” He lowers himself over me, his mouth capturing mine. “Now it is.”
My laughter turns to gasps as he kisses his way down my body, his mouth lingering on every inch of flesh until I’m sighing and squirming against him. I touch his silver scars, my fingers tracing them like old friends, reveling in the way he shivers under my touch.
He dips his head between my legs, covering me so suddenly with his mouth it takes my breath entirely, then starting the slow, languorous stroking that drives me insane. I clutch his hair, arching up against him as he holds me firmly in place, his tongue circling me with lazy certainty.
“Fuck, Luke,” I gasp, bucking against his mouth. “You need to stop, or...”
He just chuckles, the vibration of his laughter against me making my eyes roll back in my head. I’m racing toward orgasm, not wanting to come so soon but utterly powerless to control his wicked torture, when he abruptly stops and flips me over so I’m straddling him.
I go to wriggle down, take his straining cock in my mouth, but his huge hands on my hips stop me from moving. “Not tonight,” he says roughly. “Tonight I want to watch you just like this, princess.”
Lifting me easily, he holds me against the broad, flat head of his cock, stroking me with it until I’m moaning and his eyes are nothing more than dark slits of desire. “Have you got any idea,” he growls, “how fucking beautiful you are?”
Poised on the very tip of his cock, I brace my hands against his chest, my entire body open and ready for him.
“Only with you,” I whisper, staring down at him. “Only ever with you, Luke.”
“Fuck.”He thrusts up into me as I push down, and I scream aloud, my cries floating through the open window, to be swallowed by the waves crashing far below. He fills me completely, moving slowly beneath me as I ride him, savoring the sensation of him deep inside, trying to make myself wait. Then his thumb slides around to the throbbing pulse at the center of me, and I feel myself start to lose it.
“Oh!” My hips move faster, knees spreading wider as I press down on his cock and hand. His eyes on me are like anaphrodisiac driving me onward, his devastating control making me lose my own completely. “Fuck, Luke,” I gasp as his thumb continues its relentless pressure. He pulls me forward with his free hand, and I scream again as his mouth finds my nipple.
He moves me atop him like his plaything, and I ripple helplessly under his touch, my entire body lost to his hands and mouth, his cock expanding inside me until I can feel him close to losing it.
I put my mouth close to his ear. “I want you to come inside me,” I murmur, licking his ear, feeling a heady rush of triumph as his body surges at my words. “I want your cock to fill me until I can’t fucking breathe.”
