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“Tell me you want it,” he growls, fisting the T-shirt and using it like a handle to yank me onto him with every thrust. “Say it.”
“I—well—I don’t know if?—”
He shifts his angle, hitches my left knee higher against his ribs, and drives up into a spot that whites out my vision like a blown fuse. My skull drops back and my mouth falls open and nothing comes out; language has simply ceased to function.
“Tell me.” His free hand clamps around my throat. A reminder of who’s steering this ship.
“I want it!” I gasp. “I want you to—oh,God—please.”
His grip tightens on my throat. His hips piston harder. “Pleasewhat?”
“Please cum inside me,” I beg. “Fill me up, Lukas,please—I want your baby, I want?—”
His hips stutter. “Say it again,” he snarls against my jaw. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to breed me.” He keeps bottoming out inside me as I babble, insane words pouring out of my mouth like they’ve been waiting my whole life to be set free. “I want to feel you dripping out of me all day. I want—fuck!—I want to be so full of you there’s no room for anything else.”
“JesusChrist, Rae.” He nips at my collarbone. “You have no idea what that does to me. Hearing my good girl beg for my cum like a greedy little slut.” He drives in so deep my vision sparks. “I’m going to pump you so full you can taste it. Going to put a baby in this perfect pussy and watch your belly swell with it.” His thumb strokes the column of my throat. “You want that? Want to carry my child?”
“Yes. God, yes. I want?—”
I’ll never find out how that sentence would end, because right then, the orgasm takes over. I go from babbling pure filth to seizing around Lukas’s girth, every muscle from my scalp to my toes locking down in one catastrophic spasm. I scream his name. I pity the neighbors, but there’s no way in hell I can use an inside voice for what’s happening to me.
Lukas follows me over the edge almost instantly, like my body clenching around him yanked a pin out of something he’d been holding together with sheer force of will. His hips slam forward one final time and stay there, buried so deep I can feel him in my teeth. His cock pulses inside me in thick, staccato surges, and the heat of him flooding me is so searingly intimate that fresh tears spring to my eyes.
His hips jerk twice more, aftershocks shuddering through him as his head lolls forward. His breath comes in broken gusts against my collarbone.
“Stay right there. I want to see it drip out,” he rasps against my throat.
My post-orgasm haze evaporates as I realize that he wasn’t just talking dirty. The breeding, the filling, thebaby…
He meant every single syllable.
Lukas pulls out slowly. I mourn the loss of him, though it’s followed immediately by the warm, slick evidence of what we just did beginning to slide south. Before I can so much as press my knees together, his hands are on my thighs, spreading them wider against the cold marble, his gaze dropping between my knees.
My face goes thermonuclear. I try to close my legs, but his grip tightens. Immovable.
“Don’t hide from me,” he growls.
So I don’t. I sit there on his kitchen counter, trembling, while Lukas Lazarev watches his own release seep out of me.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumb massaging the crease of my inner thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
His hand drifts lower. One finger pushes through the mess of us—my arousal and his cum blended together—and he lifts it to my mouth.
“You’re mine, Rae.”
I hold his gaze. Those gray eyes, storm-dark and burning, the eyes that saw me before I ever saw myself.
Without blinking or looking away, I open my mouth and take his finger in. My tongue curls around the knuckle as I suck him clean. I smile at the exact moment his hungry pupils swallow up the last ring of silver iris.
When I’m done, I let his finger slip from my lips.
“Yours,” I whisper. “Always.”
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