I like listening to her, needy and desperate.
It’s a fucking turn on that riles me up, knowing she wants me.
“Oh God,” she moans and wraps her legs around me, trying to gain leverage as I keep her pinned against the mattress.
“That’s not my name, princess.”
She growls up at me, but there’s a playfulness to her anger, which only makes me happier.
The smile grows on my face, and her narrowed gaze is sharp, like daggers, but it doesn’t stop me from teasing her.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Harper mutters as she grinds her hips upward against mine.
She’s trying everything she can to fuck me, but I’m dragging the moment out, testing her limits, seeing how long she can last, until she begs me to please her.
Harper isn’t the begging type.
But God help me, when she begs, it makes me weak at the knees, and I’d do anything for her.
Absolutely anything.
My lips caress a trail of kisses and warmth across her jaw, to her neck, and the whimper that falls from her mouth is heavenly.
She hums a soft moan, her body fighting against the restraints of my hand on her arms.
If she demanded that I let her go, I would in a heartbeat.
I have her trust, her heart, every ounce of Harper Ricci is mine.
I worship her like the goddess that she is, my mouth licking and sucking the soft, supple skin of her neck as she shifts restlessly beneath my body.
Each movement is like fire, making my cock twitch and my heart leap.
“Keep doing that,” I mumble against her skin as she grinds up against my hips, desperately trying to find more pleasure.
Her head is tipped back, eyes struggling to stay open, and they flutter closed every few seconds. “Fuck, Luca.”
“Not yet, princess.” I chuckle and hear the moan spill from her lips.
“I’m going to fucking end you if you don’t let me come,” she fires at me.
Sweet, vicious torture. The agony is gorgeous, shining across her face. She’s practically glowing. “Is that a threat or a promise?” I smile, releasing my hand on her wrists, unbinding her.
Harper takes the opportunity to forcefully roll me onto my back.
She’s not playing.
And I’m here for it, one hundred percent.
I try not to laugh, but I can’t stop myself from smiling. “I’d fucking tie you to the bed post if we had one.”
Harper grumbles and shoves my hands above my head. She’s hovering over me, not quite touching me, other than the grip on my wrists.
“Remind me to invest in a new bedframe.”
She snorts and then scowls down at me. “Don’t move.”
“Don’t move my hands? Or don’t move my—” I glance down at my cock, which has a mind of its own.
