An heiress for his empire

He could deny it, but the wedding made a difference to Vik. He’d never spoken in Russian to, or around her, before today. He was bringing her into his inner sanctum.

And that was as alluring as the naked man in front of her.

“What does that mean?” she asked, tipping her head back to see his face.

Their gazes locked, his dark eyes filled with passion.

“My sweet.” His hips canted forward, seemingly of their own accord, and the tip of his erection brushed her lips.

She took him into her mouth, bringing forth another deep sound of pleasure from Vik. Hollowing her cheeks, Maddie sucked, moving her mouth forward and backward, but never so far forward she choked.

His hands settled softly against her head, but he made no effort to hold her in place or guide her movements. It was like he was giving her silent approval, as if he thought maybe his sounds of pleasure weren’t enough.

It was wonderful, but her jaw got sore faster than she expected and she had to pull back.

“That was amazing,” he said with apparent sincerity.

She smiled up at him. “Short, you mean.”

He laughed, the sound husky. “Much longer and I would have come.”

“You’re easy.”

“For you? Definitely.” Vik pulled her to her feet and right into a mind-numbing kiss.

Not just easy, but hungry.

She hadn’t known that missing a single night of lovemaking would make him so impatient, so ravenous for her and the pleasure they created together.

But Vik lost no time backing her up to the bed. He ripped the coverlet and top sheet off with a single, powerful yank and then maneuvered them onto the center of the king-sized mattress.

He guided her legs apart, her knees bent and she expected immediate penetration. What she got was his mouth against her most intimate flesh.

In moments, she was writhing with the need to climax, but an even stronger desire to have him inside her.

“Please, Vik. Make love to me now.”

His head came up, eyes nearly black with passion meeting hers. “What do you think I am doing?”

“Not like that.”

“Oh, yes, like this.”

“But I’m going to come.” Desperation overrode her every inhibition.

“Yes, you will,” he promised in a sexy growl.

“But—”

“At least once.”

Then he went back to what he was doing, taking her to the edge and over, her cries echoing around them in the luxurious bedroom. His tongue laved her gently through aftershocks until her body went boneless, her legs flopping down to the bed.

He pulled the sheet from its tangle with the comforter and wiped his mouth on it before surging up and over her. “Condom, or no condom?” he asked.

They’d been lucky and their first time without protection hadn’t resulted in pregnancy. He’d been very careful to use condoms since.

But they were married now and had agreed to start a family right away. Equally important to her, she wanted the intimacy of no barrier between them.

“No birth control.”

He nodded, if anything, his expression turning even more feral with a voracious sexual need. His desire came off him in waves and he still managed to enter her carefully, giving her most sensitive flesh a chance to adjust to his granite-hard erection filling her.

After her recent explosive climax and the way he incited aftershocks until she simply couldn’t respond anymore, she’d been prepared to share the intimacy with him and revel in the emotional connection. But not much more.

Maddie was not prepared for the way her body reacted to their joining. The physical ecstasy ignited again, as if it had never been banked, burning hotter with every movement of his body in hers. Pleasure that she should be too sated to feel rolled through her, making her womb spasm and the muscles around his hardness contract.

He set a slow, but thoroughly penetrating rhythm that built the ecstasy inside her until she was on the verge of another inconceivable orgasm.

As if he could read her mind, or maybe it was just the clues her body was giving him, Vik sped up, pounding into her, jolts of pleasure going through her on every thrust.

He stared down at her, his face a rictus of sexual ecstasy, his coffee-brown eyes burning with demand. “Come now, milaya moya.”

And improbably...she did, screaming as rapture sent her body into tremors that could have toppled cities.

He went completely rigid and joined her in the ultimate sexual pleasure, their gazes as connected and intimate as the most passionate kiss.

“If that didn’t make a baby...” she said breathlessly.

He pulled her close into his body. “We will keep trying with great delight.”

Which they did for the rest of the night, falling into exhausted slumber after the sun lit the morning fog.