Freeing Luka: The Clecanian Series Book 2 Victoria Aveline (story read aloud TXT) 📖

Forcing her legs open with his knees, he settled himself between her legs.

He pressed his lips to hers, slanting his head to deepen the kiss the way she liked. Nails scraping down his back made him groan into her mouth. If she kept that up, he wouldn’t last long at all.

Her small nails sank in deeper when he began to pull away, so he snatched her wrists, raising her arms above her. In one hand, he held her slim hands together in a viselike grip; with the other, he lifted her dress, pulling it up to her secured wrists.

She writhed under him, arching her body up to lick and kiss his chest.

“Fuck, that feels glorious, but you have to cut it out.” He moaned, already losing control of his hips as they ground against the soft fabric covering her sex.

She peered up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and her cheeks flushed. She grinned, a devious glint in her eyes. “Or what?”

A vicious growl tore from him at her challenge. Jumping off her, he flipped her onto her stomach. Before she could rise, he straddled her, groaning as his dick settled onto her perfect ass still covered by her underwear. That needed to change.

Like a flash, he removed her dress, twisted her wrists behind her back and used the red fabric to tightly bind her hands.

“That’s what,” he rasped while running his hands over her supple flesh. She bucked under him, making small sounds of frustration.

He kneaded her cheeks firmly before standing. If what he’d read about a human’s ability to have sex more than once a day was true, then he’d make sure to take her in this position at least once before the night was over.

Slipping his hands under her hips, he found the edge of her thick underwear and tore it in half. Then he slid the ruined fabric down her legs, kissing and nipping at the backs of her shapely thighs as he went. Standing back, he admired her naked form, immobile and ready for him. Her male.

Not able to use her hands, she attempted to rise to her knees instead, giving him a devastating view in the process. He scrubbed a hand over his face and tried to calm the fire running through his veins. She was so beautiful with her delicate tanned flesh and her long, slim frame. He had to remember not to be too rough—he didn’t know what her body could take.

Moving toward her again, he knelt between her parted thighs, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her upright so her back was pressed against his front. Sweeping her hair to the side, he ran his mouth over her neck and shoulder. He brought one hand around her front and palmed her breast, rolling her puckered nipple between his fingers.

She let out a strangled cry, throwing her head back onto his shoulder.

He traced his other hand down her stomach and lower until it lingered just above her clit.

She huffed in frustration, trying to angle her hips to reach his fingers. “Luka…” she pleaded.

His chuckle against her ear turned into a hiss when her hands reached behind her back and circled his aching shaft. She squeezed and stroked as much of him as she could.

Tilting her head against his shoulder, she pressed searing kisses to his neck and whispered, “Come on, Luka. Don’t you want to bury this deep inside me?”

He groaned. She’d used his own words against him. Was she trying to drive him out of his mind? Yes. He smiled. His Alice was a wild one.

He was one more seductive whisper away from doing as she asked but somehow found the strength to pull away. She wobbled, no longer supported by his body, then turned, still on her knees, to face him.

Wrapping his fingers around her nape, he let his thumb circle the front of her throat. With his other arm twisting behind her backside, he lifted her up against his hips. Then positioning himself so he sat upright at the head of the bed, he lowered her to straddle him once again.

They moaned together as his length slid against her wet folds. She tried to rise a fraction, to sink onto his shaft, but he pulled her back down to rest against him with a firm tug on her bound hands.

“Luka, please,” she breathed, rocking her sex and spreading her divine juices along his length.

“Not yet.” Hand still at her throat, he angled her so she was forced to peer into his eyes. “Say you’re my mate. Say you’re mine.”

She searched his face, a smile spreading over her own. Would she lose her playful battle? Submit to him? His heartbeat sped up, and he tried to keep the ache he felt from his eyes. A part of him needed to hear her say this. In this moment he’d let his Traxian side free, and it needed the confirmation. Say it. Say you’re mine.

She leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. “I’m your mate. I’m yours.”

The emotion that welled in his chest was followed, as he’d planned, by a deep purr.

“Oh fu—” Her words cut out as her hips jerked and her eyes rolled back.

Her core, pressed tightly against his shaft, grew wetter. The image of his mate trembling before him in ecstasy made his purring intensify. She moaned, and her lower body began to shake, almost looking electrified.

Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth.

“Luka, I’m…I’m gonna…”

He growled, lifting her hips and plunging into her. “I want to feel you, love.”

She screamed and bit into his shoulder, sagging on his chest. Her silky core convulsed around his cock as her orgasm tore through her.

High-pitched sighs and moans accompanied every exhalation as she came down from her high.