Page 29 of Ice & Steel

“Give it to me, baby,” he rasped. “Fuck…give me some relief.”

My spine arced and my foot stilled. He wasbegging.

Lucien Esposito didn’tbeg.

Our eyes connected and a surge of power tingled between us. His mouth parted and he panted once, his abdominal muscles constricting.

“Lucien,” I breathed, my stomach fluttering.

Sweat etched between his pecks. Glittering like diamonds. Adorning the ink he used to cover his scars. The scars put there the last time he’d been in captivity.

He swallowed so hard I saw his throat constrict.

“Release me, Liv,” he whispered.

His cock was slick, he was so close to coming I felt his heartbeat in the base. I dragged the top of my foot up, focusing on just the underside of the head. Stroking him as his eyes rolled back and every muscle in his body went rock hard. A vein pulsed down his forehead and his lips pulled back again. Teeth flashed, gritted hard.

My God, he scared me, but after ten years, I was used to that fear.

“I’m yours, Lucien,” I whispered.

His neck spasmed again. His head rolled.

“Mine,” he gasped.

My focus slipped and I broke rhythm, but it didn’t matter. His entire body shuddered and his head fell back, a deep groan breaking through his lips. The muscles running up his thighs and down his lower stomach were like iron.

Warmth shot over my feet, up my thighs, over the valley of my pussy. Claiming me, marking me as his own.

His surrender broke me and I fell back, my head swimming. I was riding an incredible high, soaked with his cum and painfully empty between my legs. Caught between lust and satisfaction. There was a faint clink and a tearing sound and then he was on me. His big lean body pressing down onto mine and his still-hard cock slamming into my pussy so viciously I cried out.

My nails pierced his shoulders, holding onto him. He fucked like a starving man. Riding my hips with his hand around my throat, the leather cuffs still on his wrists. There was a mark where the collar had been, where his muscles had strained against it.

This was the most naked we’d ever been together. Our bodies soaked with sweat and cum. I braced my legs and met his thrusts, fucking him back. Meeting the powerful surges of his hips with my own.

He groaned and I wailed aloud as we came together. Then everything went still and silence fell like a blanket over the room. I lay beneath him, breathing hard, and reveled in how his cock slowly softened inside me. He shifted and kissed my forehead and I let out a little whimper.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows.

I nodded, biting my lip as he pulled himself free of my hips. My body shuddered, my limbs so warm and relaxed they felt like they were melting into the bed. His mouth twitched as I watched him pull on his sweatpants through hazy eyes.

He sank down onto the edge of the bed and brushed my sweaty bangs back. “How about a bath and then I’ll order room service?”

CHAPTER TEN

LUCIEN

I leaned in the doorway with the paper package of my cigarettes in my grip. The corner dug into my palm. I was too busy watching her to notice. She floated into the bathroom, delirious with the high of orgasm. Her fingers shook, trying to unfasten the back of the slip. I didn’t help her, I liked watching her when she was like this—so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t get her limbs to work.

She managed to pull free of her slip and peel the cum-soaked silk from her body. It fell around her ankles, her fucking gorgeous ankles and cum-stained feet. My cock twitched beneath my sweatpants.

I narrowed my eyes as she bent, her pussy flashing me. My hand moved out of muscle memory and put an unlit cigarette between my teeth. She stretched, arcing her back. Pushing her ass out.

“Are you trying to get fucked again?” I asked.

She turned, shaking her head.

“Let me recover first,” she begged.