His tongue tangles ferociously with mine, but his hands on my face are gentle. “You were great,” he groans.
“Shh,” I demand. “We can talk about the fight later. Touch me. Now.”
Luca doesn’t argue. He devours my neck, scattering hungry kisses beneath my ear before bringing the lobe into his mouth and biting it. There’s a pulse between my legs, demanding to be satisfied as the adrenaline from the fight turns to arousal with one scrape of his teeth.
I grunt, shuddering with pleasure, then shove my hand down the front of Luca’s pants. His cock is hard, the skin warm and smooth. I roll my thumb over the pierced tip and grin as he jerks against my fingers.
Luca’s breathing is loud in the enclosed space. Touching him makes my desire shoot from a simmer to a rolling boil, and before I realize it, I’ve pinned him to the side of the tunnel.
His hands skate down my ribs. Grazing my bare skin, they send little explosions of pleasure through me. After the pain of Thorn’s magic, it’s the perfect contrast.
Luca drops to his knees.
There’s so little room in here that the position drives me against the opposite wall, his face at my waist. He rolls myspandex pants down and breathes me in, eyes flashing yellow in the gloom of the tunnel.
Then, he buries his tongue inside me. No teasing licks, no easing in—Luca fucks me with his tongue like he wants to devour me. There’s something about seeing him on his knees for me in a tunnel, with fighters on one end and a crowd on the other, that drives me crazy.
I rock my hips against his face, the telltale buzz of my orgasm building.
We don’t have long. The fight between Lyss and Dominic could end at any time, although the muted thuds and grunts echoing through the tunnel tell me neither has tapped out yet.
Luca’s eyes dart right and left, then up at me. He winks, pulling his tongue out of my pussy and using it to lash my clit instead. I writhe against his face, not sure if I want to get away or get closer.
His grip on my thighs tightens. I could break it, but why would I want to? All I want right now is for this moment to last. The pleasure. Being held by someone I trust. It’s too good. He’s too good. How did the friend who watched my back for years become the guy who eats me out until I drip down his chin like an ice cream cone left in the sun?
As if Luca can hear my thoughts, I feel his grin between my legs a second before he uses his thumbs to spread me wide.
Don’t come. Don’t fucking come, I order myself. I don’t want this to end, so I hold back.
My chest heaves as I frantically take in a new lungful of oxygen. The air smells of sweat and sex and that perfect masculine scent that is Luca Saratelli. When he runs his lip ring over my clit, I know I won’t be able to hold back much longer.
Ten more seconds. Give it ten more seconds.I lock eyes with him and focus on my countdown. Three-two-one—a wave ofpleasure crashes over me. For a breathless moment, I hover outside my body. Time isn’t real. There’s only Luca.
When I return to myself, the sounds of the fight and my own panting are the first things I notice. On his knees, Luca’s calloused grip on my hips is the only thing keeping me upright.
It’s the perfect reminder of why I’m fighting. Because this life is worth living—every chaotic, disruptive moment of it.
“Luca,” I gasp. My legs wobble as I try to stand on my own.
He surges to his feet, ducking his head to avoid grazing the ceiling and wiping the back of his hand across his grinning mouth. “Delicious.”
I face the wall, arching my back so he’ll get the message: I want him more than my next breath. This entire building could collapse around us, but if I don’t feel his pierced cock splitting me open soon, I’ll be the one knocking it down.
Luca runs his hand over my ass and moans.
I grind against him. “Hurry up,” I whisper. “We don’t have much longer.”
A collective shout comes from the direction of the fight. The audience is disappointed in something. I’m running through the possibilities when Luca thrusts all the way inside me. The aching stretch is exactly what I need, and I bite my lip to keep quiet.
He doesn’t waste time or try to tease either of us. Each thrust is deep and fast, hitting a spot inside me that makes my legs shake. When my arms give out, I let them, dropping my cheek against the cool, rough wall as Luca fucks me without mercy.
His fingers dig into my hips, hard enough to bruise.
I smile, hoping I’ll see all ten fingers outlined on my skin once I get home. I hope they don’t heal fast. I hope I’m out of concealer. I hope I have to take the stage at the Fang tomorrow night with his handprints all over me, and everyone sees how badly hewants me.
His skin slaps against mine, impossibly loud in the cramped space.
Luca, my Luca, the guy who’s patient to a fault but hunted me down to fuck me in a dark tunnel because he couldn’t wait a second longer. My pussy flutters around his cock as my heart skips a beat. He’s everything to me. Why have I wasted so much time pretending I could ever let him go?I can’t live without him.I don’t even want to.
