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The thought hardly soothes me.
Luca is the only thing that will comfort me now. None of this will be real until I’m in his arms again.
I’ve had time to take an awkward shower in his surprisingly large, well-appointed bathroom, careful to keep my bandages as dry as I can. There was no avoiding the need for it.
I’m still as tense as ever by the time I am out and toweling my hair, wrapped in a thick bathrobe I found hanging on the back of the bathroom door.
While exploring the comfortable, masculine bedroom, the front door flies open, then slams shut. The sound sends my heart into my throat. I’m still unable to trust I’m completely safe here. It might take a long time before I can consider it.
“There you are.” Luca rushes into the room and gathers me in his arms before I can react, filling my world with the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body as he crushes me against him. “I couldn’t stand another minute without being with you,” he whispers between hard kisses against my cheeks, forehead, and chin.
“It’s really over?” I ask while he unties my belt and opens the robe to run his hands over my body, making my nerves sizzle. I let the plush fabric fall to the floor and flush at the sheer lust that washes over his face.
“Yes,” he grunts out, still staring lustfully before pulling his sweatshirt over his head. “And if I can’t be inside you here and now, everything we went through back there will be for nothing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask while heat flares to life in my core at the sight of him once he’s stripped down to his tanned, chiseled body. He lowers me to the king-size bed, and I hold my arms out to him. My heart sings once he’s stretched out on top of me, skin to skin, his weight pressing me against the mattress.
“I mean, I’ll die otherwise,” he explains with a loving grin before kissing me deeply, covering my mouth and claiming it for himself. I won’t bother fighting for control. I’m his. I have been since the night we met.
“I intend to memorize every inch of your skin.” His hands mold my breasts, pushing them together so he can run his tongue from one nipple to the other and back again until I have no choice but to moan his name.
“That’s a good start,” I whisper before moaning again when he closes his lips around my nipple and draws it into his mouth, flicking with his tongue. My helpless whimpers make him chuckle, sending delicious vibrations running through me. “Oh, yes, more of that.”
“Beg me for it.” He rolls his hips, and we both groan at the sizzling friction when his rigid dick rubs my mound and promises the pleasure of being filled and claimed.
I can barely catch my breath. “More,” I rasp out as I grind my hips, greedy for every bit of contact I can manage. I’m so damn hungry for him. “Please, give me more. Suck my nipples… just like that.”
“Oh, fuck yes.” He’s as helpless as I am, lost to the connection between us. This powerful, sometimes brutal man has no choice but to give himself over to me.
All it does is make me want to give more of myself to him.
And I do, arching my back to offer my body while running my hands through his hair. “Just like that,” I beg before exploring the flexing, bunching muscles of his shoulders and back.
He is perfect.
He is mine.
He releases my nipple with a soft pop, moving lower, lapping at my skin as he travels to the place where the indescribable, aching heat is the most intense. “You smell so sweet,” he grunts out before rubbing his nose and mouth over my pussy like some dark beast, feral and greedy for me.
Fireworks burst in my skull once his tongue makes contact with the bundle of nerves at the center of this unbearable tension. My fingers sink into his hair, and I hold his head in place, jerking my hips wildly as the fire lapping at my very soul consumes more and more of me with every lap he takes. “Luca!” I sob out, going still all at once before the tension breaks, and I sob again, shaking in the wake of sheer bliss.
“So sweet.” He continues running his tongue over my lips, licking up every last drop of the juices still flowing from me. “I could drown here between your thighs, eating your pussy until you scream.”
“Don’t drown just yet,” I whisper, pulling him back up by his shoulders, moaning when he slides his tongue into my mouth so I can taste myself. He’s dripping by the time I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, stroking him in time with the stroking of our tongues. His deep, helpless moan sends a thrill racing through me.
I do this to him.
I have this power.
Power that burns in his eyes when he pulls back to look down at me. His hips move, and I watch as pleasure washes over his face with every stroke into my fist. “I need to be inside you,” he growls out, and the sound of it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Beg me,” I whisper, grinning at the brief confusion in his eyes, which soon gives way to something more feral.
Gritting his teeth, he grunts out, “I’m going to fuck you hard, Emilia. Your sweet pussy will take what I have to give you.”
Oh, Jesus Christ.
He pulls his hips back before driving forward again, filling my fist, rubbing his swollen head against my mound. Wrapping a leg around his hip, I guide him to my waiting entrance, and he pushes forward, filling me all at once. “Fuck!” he gasps out, throwing his head back, while all I can do is pull him deeper with my legs. I need all of him, now, always.
