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I imagine sitting on a porch as I paint him, both of us laughing at how he can’t sit still, the sun glistening in his silver hair.
I’m jolted to the present when he grabs my hips, lifting me off my feet and carrying me to the desk.
“Your name,” he snarls as he places me down.
I let out a giggle, stunned at how easy it is to have a good time with this man. I always thought I’d be awkward around men with no idea how to behave, but it feels so right with Luca.
It feels like we were made for each other.
A quiver touches my fluttering heart. I can’t give him my true name, he’d throw me out of his office if I did.
Even if he doesn’t know my face, he must have heard that Lena Bonetti is marrying Conor Dunne.
“Who said I didn’t give you my real one?”
He smirks as he falls to his knees, his hands tightening around my waistband. My pants tickle my legs as he pulls them down, my panties coming with them, inch by inch, until he pulls the bundled clothes over my shoes and tosses them to the floor.
“You don’t get to come until you tell me,” he growls, his breath whispering over my skin as he brings his face forward, getting closer and closer to my sex. “Fuck, your pussy is perfect. So warm. So wet. No, soaked. You even smell good.”
My legs twitch as he buries his hands in my thighs.
I stare down at his iron hair when he pushes his face right between my legs, his breath panting hotly over my lips, my clit, and my untouched openness inviting more.
That deep-within place is sparking like it’s about to erupt.
A distant part of me wonders if he does this with a lot of women. Unfair jealousy touches me, a voice inside screaming that Luca is mine, nobody else’s.
It makes no sense, and I try to push it down.
But I fail.
Then I can’t think of anything, not with his tongue dragging searingly from the bottom of my pussy and up along my lips and pausing at my little bud.
I clench my teeth tightly when he starts to lick my clit, his tongue moving back and forth, the feeling utterly new, so exciting I could weep from the intensity.
His tongue moves slowly at first, with circular motions around my little bud. The thing I feel most is the heat, consuming all of me, flitting up and down my thighs and coiling around my hips.
It’s his presence, too, the sheer fact that Luca Lucciano is doing this, six and a half feet tall, rippling with muscles and….
And he could have anybody, but he’s chosen me.
He doesn’t even know my name. It’s not the sick twisted stuff that Conor wants, a way to claim me after killing my parents.
This is lust, primal and urgent, pumping through us as though our bodies are communicating on another level.
I whimper through my tight-clenched teeth when he smooths his fingers to my entrance, pressing lightly as his tongue picks up speed.
He’s attacking my clit with his possessive tongue, making deep growling noises as though he’s getting as much pleasure from this as me.
His finger glides inside, my pussy stretching around him, the infusion of heat difficult to take. It’s all so new, every single moment, as he inches deeper and deeper.
My moans rise, and my breath catches.
My body is beating in time with my heart.
I’m close. I can feel it.
The orgasm is trying to batter down the walls of my sex, as though trying to break through, break free.
Free.
Something I’ll never be after tomorrow.
Maybe that’s why I throw my head back and let myself moan louder, with more passion. I need to enjoy every second of this, tattoo it into my mind so I have something good to remember in my new life.
My body quivers.
Can I leave Luca? Can I really be with anybody else?
No.
That silly thought touches me again. We’re made for each other, and we belong together.
“I’m – so… ah, Luca, Luca.”
The orgasm tears through me when he grunts, digging his fingers into my thigh and pulling me even closer. It’s like he wants there to be no space between his mouth and my pussy.
He opens his mouth wider, snarling as his tongue moves at impossible speed.
My clit expands and throbs and aches needily, the orgasm making my legs vibrate, my toes curling tightly in my shoes. My pussy seeps such intense wetness, like all the pent-up pressure is unleashing. My vision hazes as my eyelids flutter open and closed.
“Yes, yes,” I pant, the words seeming far away.
It’s the only truly close thing to soul-shattering ecstasy.
Too soon, it passes, my chest heaving and my body coated in a fine layer of sweat.
Luca sits back, looking up at me with a smirk on his face. “I got carried away. You were supposed to tell me your name…but the way you moaned and shivered for me, fuck. It’s too perfect.”
