19. Tatiana
19
TATIANA
L ucian’s strong hands are there to catch me as my knees buckle with the intense wave of pleasure that explodes through my core. I never knew that sex out in the open, where anyone might see us could be so erotic. But as his lips wrap around my clit and Lucian starts to suck, I think I might just melt.
Heat races across my skin, followed by ripples of cool air that give me tantalizing chills. I should tell him to stop—that we need to go back inside. I shouldn’t be out here, making a spectacle of myself. But I can’t bring myself to care. I like the way Lucian shows me off, kissing and touching me where anyone could see just to prove that he’s mine.
Once upon a time, I never would have been bold enough to straddle a man when his driver was in the car with us, but something about Lucian unlocks a daring playfulness in me. I like taking risks with him—maybe because I know how much it turns him on. And God, it turns me on too.
Standing here, beneath the night sky, where anyone could look up and see my naked body is strangely exhilarating. I’ve never felt so sexy—having a man on his knees in front of me, pleasuring me like that’s his sole purpose in life.
My breaths quicken, my nipples hard enough to cut glass as I feel that tension building in my core, my pleasure intensifying.
Then Lucian releases my hip with one hand to slide two fingers inside my dripping core. Explosive relief crashes through my body, releasing fireworks behind my eyes as I come hard and fast. My walls ripple around his fingers, urging him deeper as my arousal gushes from my throbbing core.
I bite my lips closed, trying to stay quiet, but the intensity of my pleasure is so all-consuming, I’m sure someone could hear my moans.
Lucian leans back, his gaze dark and wicked as he wipes my juices from his chin. He stands slowly, reversing our height differences so he’s towering above me, and my heart stutters as I try to catch my breath.
“Watching you come is the single sexiest thing in the world,” he murmurs, his lips hovering over mine.
I can smell the scent of my arousal on his lips, and when he closes the distance between us to kiss me, I can taste the lingering tang. My core shivers with anticipation, and I open my lips to deepen the kiss. He takes the opportunity with greedy verve, his tongue tangling with mine, and when he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing heavily.
“Turn around,” he rasps, his low, smooth voice cracking with desire.
Stomach quivering, I do as he says, goosebumps rippling across my flesh as the cool night air whispers across my breasts. I can hear his zipper lowering as I turn, and my heart jolts at the realization that he actually intends to fuck me right here against the railing.
Back in New York, I never could have set aside my inhibitions to do something so exhibitionist. But since our first day of exploring Positano, I’ve managed to lock away my needling guilt and enjoy this vacation, this flavorful, passionate, and enlivening experience. It feels good to forget about all the responsibilities that wait for me at home. I know I’ll have to face reality eventually, but here, in Italy, I can pretend that Lucian and I are a normal couple—or at least, not the heads of feuding mafia families.
My fingers tremble as I grasp the railing, embracing the intense sense of vulnerability and exposure. Lucian’s lips press against the top of my shoulder blade, his body heat soaking into the skin of my back, making me feel bold and safe. One hand finds the curve of my hip, and he holds me steady as he guides his cock between my slick folds.
He thrusts inside of me, stretching me as he fills my pussy to the limit. Then his other hand grasps my hip as well, and he starts to rock, slow and steady inside of me. I whimper, my core tightening as he picks a pace that demands I feel every last inch of him sliding in and out of me. My breasts bounce every time he pushes into me to the hilt, and I gasp at the sense of weightlessness that takes over me—like I’m on the edge of a cliff and just about to take flight.
“I could make love to you under the stars every night for the rest of my life,” Lucian breathes against my skin, the warm air tickling across the nape of my neck.
I moan, my hips rolling back into him as my body throbs at the idea. With only a few pieces of metal between me and the sky, I’m both terrified of falling and intensely aroused by the way it empowers me. I could do this every night for the rest of my life too, and the realization shakes me to my core.
“Touch yourself, principessa ,” Lucian purrs in my ear. “I want you to make yourself come all over my cock.”
When he talks dirty to me, it drives me wild. My skin prickles with anticipation, my pulse fluttering as I shift so I’m bracing on the railing with one forearm. Then I reach down, running my fingers over my burning skin to the live wire of sensation at the peak of my thighs.
A lusty groan rushes past my lips before I can stop it, and I press them closed as a reminder that I have to be quiet. But I get the feeling that Lucian wants to make me lose control. He wants me to scream his name with pleasure so everyone in this small seaside town will know how good it feels to have him inside me.
God, it does feel good.
Each deep, penetrating thrust sets my nerves on fire, and all I can do is pant as I circle my clit with my fingers and take every last inch of his impressive cock.
“That’s it, tesoro ,” he purrs, his steady thrusts growing more adamant as his fingers press into my hips, keeping me from losing my balance and toppling over the railing.
It feels dangerous and exhilarating all at once, bold and reckless, passionate and possessive.
“You look so damn sexy,” he groans. “Come for me, Tatiana. Tell me who owns your pleasure.”
I’m so close to release, I’m panting, my legs quivering as my fingers swirl over my slick clit. Every time he shoves inside me, tingling electricity jolts up my spine, and deep in my depths, he hammers against that spot that drives me wild.
“Oh God, Lucian!” I scream to the world as I climax.
He groans, his hips thrusting more erratically as his swells inside me.
I can feel his release chasing mine as I milk his cock, urging him to fill me with his seed. That fluttering anticipation only intensifies the throbbing in my core, my walls gripping his thick girth again and again as my clit twitches against my fingertips.
The entire town could step out onto their patios to watch right now, and I couldn’t care less. I don’t ever want this feeling to end—the intense relief, the tingling euphoria, and on its coattails, the deep carnal satisfaction as Lucian’s cum floods my body.
He grunts, the animalistic sound making my walls flutter with fresh excitement, and the string of Italian that follows sounds dangerously like curse words. Lucian’s hand finds the railing next to my elbow, and his knuckles whiten as he grips it firmly.
“Christ, Tatiana, that was…”
“Incredible,” I breathe, finishing his sentence as he rakes in ragged breaths.
When I glance over my shoulder at him, he leans in to capture my lips with a fiery kiss, and I melt. This moment, here with Lucian, is one I’ll never forget. It’s playful, romantic, and passionate in a way that only he can be. He pushes me past my limits constantly, but in the best ways. I feel stronger for it, braver, more capable of facing the world and staking my claim on it. I never dreamed I could appreciate Lucian like this, but I actually like who I am when I’m with him, and that makes this marriage feel so much more possible.
Lucian’s arm snakes around my waist, his muscular arms pulling me against his chest as we kiss, and when he finally pulls away, easing out of my dripping core, I’m aching for him to come back.
“Come on, tesoro , now I’ll take you to bed,” he murmurs, his voice filled with tantalizing promise.
He leads the way back inside, holding the drape back for me before he slides the door closed behind us. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I suddenly feel shy at what we just did, and the complete lack of concern I felt for anyone seeing us—seeing me completely naked. Lucian’s shirt might be off, but his pants are still around his hips, his cock tucked safely away once again.
But the way he looks at me, with molten desire, his eyes raking appreciatively down my naked body, melts away the self-consciousness that threatened to creep in.
A phone ringing—my phone—cuts through the silence, shattering the intense moment, and my heart skips a beat as I realize I left it at home tonight. I haven’t had it with me since before dinner.
I rush to my bedside table, snatching it up, and my stomach knots when I see it’s Natasha.
“Hello?” I answer, sounding rushed and breathless.
“Where have you been? I’ve been calling for the last two hours,” she demands, an edge to her usually measured tone. “I was starting to worry.”
“Sorry. We went out to dinner. I accidentally left my phone behind.”
“I forgot it would be nighttime over there. Look, I hate to ask it of you when you deserve a vacation more than anyone, but you need to come home. Now. Things have gotten out of control between Lucian’s men and ours, and I can’t keep a handle on them any longer.”
“ Blyat ,” I curse under my breath. “I’m on my way, but I won’t make it home until tomorrow.”
“I know. Just … hurry.”
“Yeah.”
“Something wrong?” Lucian asks as I hang up with Natasha.
Mild panic roils in my stomach as my sister’s anxiety echoes in my ears. It takes a lot to stress Natasha out, and if she’s at the end of her rope, that means I’ve let things get completely out of control. I never should have let Lucian take me on this trip—I definitely shouldn’t have let him talk me into staying longer.
Mad at myself that I didn’t put my foot down sooner, I turn to my Greek god of a husband, glaring up at his handsome face. “We need to go back to New York tonight. The men are fighting, and neither of us is there to put them back in their place.”
Lucian’s face turns serious, his hazel eyes suddenly intense. “Did something happen?”
“I don’t know what exactly. Natasha didn’t say, but she wouldn’t have asked me to come home if it weren’t urgent.”
With a curt nod, Lucian says, “Get dressed. I’ll have Dominic prepare the chopper.”