by Tabatha Kiss
He smiles at my flushed face. I inhale a deep breath as he sits down beside me and lays a strong hand on my waist.
I push forward and he rests his left hand on my cheek. His thumb glides across my skin, calloused but warm. His grip on my waist tightens as he pulls me closer to him. I expect him to kiss me but he lets his lips linger in front of mine.
His warm breath strikes my cheek as he pushes closer. “Tell me,” he whispers. He kisses my jawline, pressing firmly against me.
I can feel his aching desire bleeding out of him, just waiting to unleash itself on me but he keeps it under his control. I sigh as he kisses me again, this time lower down on my neck. He parts his lips and I feel the tip of his tongue taste me.
“I, uh...” My voice falls as my mouth turns dry. Not from embarrassment or shame. No one has ever asked me anything like it before. “I don’t know,” I finally say, chuckling softly as another kiss fires sparks down my spine.
Luka looks me in the eye and I crumble beneath his gorgeous, gray gaze. “Lie back,” he says.
I hold his stare as I lean back against the pillows again. He follows me down and towers over me on his muscled arms.
“Touch me,” he urges.
My fingers twitch as I reach for him, unsure of what spot to claim first. I choose his chest, allowing my trembling fingers to trace along the black tattoos crowding his pecs and abs. He flexes and his skin tightens around his muscles as my fingers dance along them.
Luka plants kisses on my neck again, igniting an even greater passion inside of me. I rest my hands on his waist as my senses dissolve. The room spins, twisting and tearing me until I practically break beneath him.
“I...” The words flow from me, rolling through my mind before can process it. “I want you to use your mouth on me.”
Luka crushes his lips on mine, his kiss full of pure lust. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispers. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, drawing a subtle moan from the back of my throat as he groans with me. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long...”
I tremble with his words, sliding my arms around him to hold him closer while he attacks my collarbone with hard, wet kisses. “You have?”
He caresses down my breasts and holds me closer to him. “Yes,” he answers, rolling us onto our sides. “There isn’t a sane man alive that wouldn’t drink every drop of you.”
I forget about everything. It all fades away. My life as a Zappia woman. My death as Gio’s bride. It’s like my entire lifetime never happened and Luka Lutrova whisked me away the second he saw me.
Luka reaches down my body to slide his hand inside my slacks and I fall back into him, returning his kiss with all the fire rising in me. He leans down and slides them down to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my panties and a loose top. His hands are on me again, instantly taking over my body and pulling me against him.
I feel his bulge pressing between us, begging to be inside of me but Luka ignores it. He ignores his own desires and listens to my body instead, touching and kissing me based on my reactions. My nipples spike against his palms. My thighs quiver around him. My entire body heats up, struck aflame by a single flick of his tongue on mine.
I lie back and he descends me.
A nervous itch invades my mind. I can’t decide if I should close my eyes or if I should watch him; if I should keep my hands still or if I should run my fingers through his dark hair. A dizzy rush knocks me down. I bite my lip to feel the pain and steady myself but I can’t control the overwhelming ecstasy teasing at every nerve.
He lays kisses along my belly and, for a moment, he pauses. “I wish I could have seen you…”
“When?” I ask.
“Carrying our child,” he says, kissing me again. “I never thought about it until I saw him for the first time. Then I felt regret… I missed it.”
I reach out and push my fingertips through his hair, drawing his eyes up to look at me. “You’re together now,” I whisper, soothing the pain in him. “You’ll be a greater father than Gio ever was.”
“Let that be the last time you say his name.” He stares back at me with hard eyes, full of love for me and disdain for the life he liberated me from. “Forget him. Forget all of them.”
I smile and he rises over me to kiss my lips, slow and firm with passion on his breath.
Once again, he travels down, leaving a line of pleasure blooms on my skin as he goes. He hooks his fingers into my panties and pulls them down to my toes, pausing near my feet to kiss up my ankles and knees. He lays his hands on my thighs and parts them, slowly guiding me without an ounce of impatience in his eyes.
Another wave of nervous fear aches me but I’m so drawn in by lust. It passes in a flash, leaving me aching and burning for him.
“Stop me if I go too far,” he says, his breath gliding across my inner thighs. “Tell me what you want…”
I breathe a sharp inhale as he plants a kiss on my mound, teasing the hard throb buried underneath. The excitement runs deep; curling inside of my gut like a bag of snakes. It’s chaotic and twisted but I feel in total control.
“Keep going,” I whisper, resting a shaking hand on his head.
Luka draws even closer and parts his lips, closing his eyes as his mouth disappears from view. His tongue caresses my folds, barely grazing the sensitive skin and lightning tingles my spine.
I hold my breath to keep from moaning and my thighs twitch against his shoulders. He licks me again, pushing between my slit and my lips quiver. My mind goes blank. My temperature spikes. My vision turns white as pleasure takes me over.
“Luka…” I moan his name and I feel his lips curling as they hug my clitoris. “Oh, god.”
My back arches and he lays his hands on me to keep me calm but his touch drives me even wilder. Just as I think the ecstasy can’t get more intense, Luka alters his speed and pressure and I charge even deeper into oblivion. It’s too much to take but not enough to make me yield.
“Luka—”
Everything shakes, tormenting me to the core but he doesn’t slow down. He nibbles and sucks and laps at me, forcing an even greater pleasure without even trying. I trust the firm hands holding me down, gripping them with all my strength and he clenches me even tighter.
The tension breaks in me. I flex my jaw to keep from screaming but the climax is far too intense. Luka knows it and he opens his eyes to watch me squirm, taking every bit of my flavor for himself.
I force myself to breathe, filling my lungs with warm air and I collapse hard against his bed. My mind goes blank and I loosen my grip on his hands as my body comes down from it all. I cover my face as my cheeks burn read and I laugh as every emotion floods me at once.
Luka says nothing as he climbs my body, trailing kisses as he goes, but his eyes scream with devious happiness. “Do you want more?” he asks.
“Dio mio, yes,” I breathe, fighting the cackle taking hold of my gut.
Luka laughs with me and I kiss him hard, pulling him over me to rest between my legs. I feel his bulge once more, now pressing even harder against me and I reach for his slacks. He doesn’t fight it. He lets me push them down, giving me free reign to take what I want as he returns every kiss.
I slide them below his rear and wrap my fingers around his hardness. He inhales a heavy breath as pleasure tickles his spine with each firm stroke. He kisses me harder and faster in gratitude, pushing a steady hand between my thighs to cradle my clitoris in his fingers. The sensitive bud throbs as he massages me and I moan against his lips.
Pleasure for pleasure; the mutual act forces us closer and my passions erupt again. We grind together, groan together, and Luka doesn’t stop until he wrecks my body and I drip against his open palm.
He shifts down once again with an eager tongue and I turn my body to align my face with his tempting cock. Primal instincts drive me to please him as much as he’s pleased me. As his lips kiss and lap at my core, I part my lips for him and take his sizable shaft into my mouth.
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sp; “Sofia…” he sighs with great longing but lays his hands on me. “You don’t— fuck—”
I suck him harder, pulling him deeper inside and he yields to it, unable to fight the surging heat of my mouth.
He returns to me and matches the rhythmic sucks against my clit. I moan around his cock as he groans into me, both of us sending fierce vibrations through each other’s bodies. His nails dig into my twitching thighs as mine latch onto his. Pain blends with pleasure, tearing both of us apart but it’s me that crashes first.
I pull him out as I come, letting myself scream at will and Luka chuckles against my folds, watching me and taunting me with quick flicks of his tongue.
Finally, I press a weak hand against his forehead to stop him. “Luka, please—” I laugh.
He retreats from me and releases my thighs. “As you wish,” he says, grinning wide as he shifts over to lie beside me. His fingers draw lines along my arm, tracing over and over again as my pulse fights to stay in my chest.
“What do you want, Sofia?” he asks me, whispering in my ear as he kisses my hairline.
“Water would be nice,” I joke.
He laughs. “And after that?”
I open my eyes and look at him, easily finding the raging desire still inside. My body betrays my exhausted senses, trembling with new and eager life at the thought of him inside of me again. I kiss him, feeling the same on his lips and I smile.
“Take me, Luka Lutrova,” I whisper.
Luka leans forward and he cups my face as I pull him over me. His cock presses between us, moments away from burrowing inside of me but he doesn’t line up his thrust. He waits, massaging our lips until I take him in hand again. I stroke him tighter than before and he groans from the depths of his lungs.
“Do it,” I urge between fast kisses. “I want you to.”
He hooks his fingers beneath my knees and aligns himself, gently shaking over me with warm anticipation. He’s been patient, letting me take what I want at my own speed, but now… I’d feel no greater pleasure than to bring him to his fall.
Luka pushes closer and I guide the head of his cock inside. Instant lust shines in his eyes and he looks at me as he performs his first thrust. His jaw clenches as I moan, both of us feeling my tightness submit to his thick shaft.
He steals a hard kiss, moving slowly in and out of me. I dig my fingers into his skin, begging and urging for more of him but he retains his speed.
“Faster,” I beg.
He wants to; I can feel it in his kiss. That primal urge to ravage me but still, he holds back.
“Please, Luka.” The words tumble off of my lips with each harsh breath. “Take me.”
Luka gives in to my demands and pulses his hips against me. Our bodies bounce on the bed, grinding together with overwhelming passion. I feel the heat building inside again, each quick thrust fanning climax’s flame.
His hands move down my arms to grip my hands, pushing them up above my head to pin me beneath him. I moan for more of him and he gives me everything, pounding away at me until my inner walls crumble around him.
“Luka—!”
He covers my lips with his and I cry out into his mouth as my core pulses around him. His body goes tense and I feel him come with me, spilling inside until we’re both wet and shaking. Every muscle quivers. Sweat drips off his brow onto my skin to mix with mine. Luka collapses against my breast and I feel the steady pounding of our hearts syncing together.
Finally, he raises his head and looks at me. “What do you want, Sofia?” he asks again between heaving breaths.
I chuckle, barely alive. “Water would still be nice.”
“And after that?” He grins, flashing a perfect smile at me.
I stare into his devious eyes and laugh from the bottom of my heart.
***
“Luka…”
I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of saying his name.
My thighs twitch around his waist and he keeps his hands on me to hold me up. His lips never leave my skin, wandering from my neck to my collarbone to my face and back again.
I roll my hips, riding his cock as the morning sun spills in from the window above the bed. His grip tightens on me and his warm breath strikes faster as pleasure catches up with him. Watching him, feeling him, pleasing him — it’s all just as satisfying to witness as it is to experience my own climaxes and he takes as much joy in satisfying me as I do him.
I feel him come and I smile as his eyes squeeze closed. He presses his lips against my breasts, grunting and heaving breath after breath until the wave passes through him.
I throw my arms around him to hold him and I kiss his forehead to taste the salty sweetness on my lips.
“Sofia…” he whispers, smiling wide.
“What?”
“Just… Sofia.”
I chuckle as he wraps his arms around me, drawing me so close to him it feels as though we could melt together.
“I’ve waited my entire life for you, lyubov' moya,” he says.
I recall the strange phrase from the plane last night. “Leo-boow…”
“Lyu-bov' mo-ya,” he laughs.
“What does it mean?”
Luka doesn’t blink, holding my gaze with the softest of stares. “It means, my love.”
My smile fades but it immediately comes back stronger than before. He leans closer and kisses me again, soft and slow.
My love. My light. My—
“Lucian,” I gasp. Panic grips me. I spent the entire night with Luka. Hours passed us by in an instant. I don’t even know what time it is.
“I should go to him,” I say, sliding off his lap and searching for my clothes.
Luka sits forward and reaches for me again, wrapping a strong hand around my arm. “Sofia…”
I look up into his playful, gray eyes and a rush of calm soothes me. He pulls me back to him and I settle onto his lap for one more firm kiss.
“Thank you, Luka Lutrova,” I whisper.
I don’t have to say why I’m thankful. I wouldn’t know where to begin if I had to list it out. For coming back for me. For rescuing Lucian. For giving me life.
We clean up and get dressed before rushing up the stairs to the guest wing. Luka grips my hand and leads me with him until we reach my room.
“Lucian?” I push open the door and I exhale a frightened breath. “He’s not here…”
Luka smiles and leans against the door frame. “There’s only one place he’d be.”
“Where?” I ask, my heart thumping hard.
“Babushka.”
“What’s that?”
He raises my hand to his lips and he kisses my knuckles. “Grandmother.”
Chapter 20
Luka
I lead Sofia towards the back of the house and the closer we get, the louder my mother’s voice becomes. She speaks with a high pitch, cooing and cawing in ways no one would ever think to speak to an adult with.
We enter the kitchen and there she is, sitting at the table with Lucian.
She looks over at us and smiles, her eyes subtly glancing at our entwined fingers. “Good morning, you two.”
Sofia’s face turns pink and she lets go of my hand, no doubt realizing how obvious it is where she was all night. She clears her throat. “Good morning, Madam Lutrova.”
“Nina.”
“Nina,” Sofia repeats, allowing yet another Zappia chain to fall to the ground.
Lucian fidgets in a wooden high chair at the end of the table — one I haven’t seen in ages but it’s still solid as a rock.
“Where did you get that?” I ask, pointing to it.
“I never got rid of it,” my mother says. “Markov pulled it out of storage this morning. This is the same chair my little boys used and I thought it would be appropriate to pass it on to my grandson.”
Sofia sits down at Lucian’s other side and runs her fingers along the intricate wooden carvings along the back and arms. “It’s beautiful,” she says.
“
Niko built it himself.”
“He did?”
My mother nods and shifts her attentions back to Lucian. “Sofia… this boy…”
“I’m sorry if he’s been trouble…” she says, still visibly hung up on an excuse for her whereabouts.
“Heaven’s no. He’s perfect.”
Sofia smiles. “Yes, he is.”
“I gave him some cereal to calm him down but he’s been looking for you.”
“Sorry.”
My mother rolls her eyes. “Every young mother deserves a chance to sleep in now and then, especially after what you’ve been through. That’s what grandmothers are for.”
I catch her fire a knowing glance in my direction, soft and strategic, one that Sofia would never notice. It’s the same scolding scowl she used to give Yuri and me whenever one of us would sneak a girl up into our rooms. I suppose some things never change.
“Where is everybody?” I ask.
“Your father and Yuri have spent the morning getting to know your new friend.”
“Fox?”
She nods. “They’re in his study, if you’d like to join them.”
I look at Sofia, hesitating to leave her alone again but she nods at me.
“We’ll be all right,” she says.
“Of course, we will be,” my mother teases, poking at my son’s chubby cheeks with her fingers.
My son.
Seeing him now, up close and real, in my own house, with my own family, I find that he holds far more resemblance to me than those silver eyes. The way he moves is so utterly Lutrova. That hidden twitch in his eyelids. The cleft of his chin. That smirk.
He’s definitely mine.
“I’ll go find out what they’re up to,” I say, forcing my eyes away from his perfect face.
“We’ll be here,” my mother says, combing her fingers through Lucian’s chestnut hair.
I walk out into the hall, listening to their calm voices shrinking behind me. My mother and my lover, chatting away over the breakfast table with my son. I can’t say that’s ever happened before.
“Luka?”
I pause in the empty hall and turn around to see Sofia following me with Lucian in her arms.
