“Fuck!”Luca cursed, throwing his head back, the muscles on his chest and shoulders straining.“You feel so fucking tight, and good, and fuckingtight.Shit!Mara, did I hurt you?”
“No,” she groaned, “now move!”
With a growl, he moved, pulling out until he almost slid from her, then slamming home again.In this position, all she could do was lie there and take it, and Luca was in complete control, and he used that control expertly.Slamming into her over and over, his hips pistoning against her, and rubbing her in just the right way to have her body release wave after wave of moisture that not only eased his possession but added to her pleasure.
Soon, his movements became more fierce, less rhythmic and more frantic.He lifted her legs so that her feet were on either side of his head, the angle having the added benefit of having him rub against that spot deep within her that was going to throw her into another massive orgasm she could feel building within her.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lost control, slamming against her.And that was all she could take.She threw her hands out to grip the blankets, screaming her pleasure again to the room, and coming so hard she saw stars.Even through the throes of her own release, she heard Luca roar his own pleasure to the world, and felt the hot pulse of his essence within her.
She was pretty sure she must have passed out because when she became aware of her surroundings once more, she was tucked up against Luca’s body, lying in the bed with her head on his shoulder.The two of them still breathing heavily with sweat drying on their bodies.She could feel his release sliding from her.
She wrinkled her nose.
“What?”Luca asked, his voice slightly raspy, and she had to admit she loved knowing that it was because she made him roar her name as much as he did her.
“I am not sleeping in the wet spot,” she said with a sigh, snuggling closer until she was practically on top of him.“And I am not cleaning the sheets in the morning.”
Luca laughed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
“I will take care of it, guerriera.”
“What does that mean?”she asked.
“It means warrior,” he kissed her on the head, tightening his hold on her for a moment, “because that is exactly what you are.”
She was quiet for a moment, letting the moment and the evening settle within her.
“This doesn’t feel temporary to me,” she said quietly.
He sighed.
“No,” he admitted.“For me either.”
She turned her head to look at him.“Good.Because I don’t do disposable.”
A corner of his mouth lifted.“Apparently, neither do I.Now.”
Mara reached up and brushed her fingers along his jaw, feeling the roughness there, the man beneath the myth.“Then here’s my answer,” she said, meeting his eyes without flinching.“I choose you.Not because it’s easy but because it’s honest.Because I know exactly what I’m stepping into—and I want it anyway.”
Something fierce and tender crossed his face all at once.
Luca bent his head and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in like a vow.
“Then I’m yours,” he said quietly.“And I don’t give that lightly.”
