“You did so good.” Luca’s hand finds my chin, lifting my head, smiling as he stares down at me. “Come sit.”
He pats the empty seat on the sofa where I had been earlier, and I crawl up next to him. “Good girl.” His eyes shine, and his breath against my ear sends my heart fluttering.
My lips part, a soft gasp from just his voice, his tone, the heat that unfolds within me and cascades out onto him.
Luca smiles, knowing precisely what he’s doing. “Who do you belong to?” Luca’s hand is back in my panties, his fingers deftly teasing my folds but not quite touching me.
I lift my hips, needing contact, craving it. “Fuck,” I growl, my hands clawing at his arms, his hand, wanting him to satisfy me.
The cocky grin on Luca’s face is almost too much to bear. “That’s not my name, princess.”
There he goes again, and I growl at him, leaning up, biting his bottom lip. I tug on it, and I can hear the sharp intake of breath before releasing his lip. “Call me princess again, you’ll live to regret it.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips. “Princess,” Luca whispers, raising an eyebrow.
He knows he has the upper hand because I can’t touch anywhere marked with bruises, and I can’t see all the scars, because he still has too many clothes on, minus his pants.
This won’t work.
Not for me.
My hands tug his shirt up higher, careful not to touch him. “Hands up,” I command.
“Bossy.” There’s a smirk on his face, and he lifts his arms, letting me undress him.
I try not to stare at the bruises covering his chest. The blue or purple has turned green and yellow. There are a few with brown edges, all of them large, prominent across his chest, marked like a fist across his ribcage.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Luca rasps. There’s pain evident in his voice, his tone, the way his shoulders sag.
“You’re beautiful, and even scarred, you’re mine.” I rise up on my knees, kissing his lips, his shoulders, and Luca guides my legs farther apart. “I love you, Luca.” The words come naturally, and he pulls back, staring at me, deep, like he can see right through me, know everything about me.
There’s no hesitation on his part. He doesn’t flinch at my confession. A crooked smile reaches his lips. “You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” His lips crash onto mine, his fingers in my hair. This kiss feels like it could last forever as I’m thrust into another world, another mere existence as I devour him along with this moment. “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
His words make my hands tremble, and I pull him tighter, hoping he doesn’t see the effect he has on me. It’s too much, too emotional, too raw to share that with him.
His lips devour me as he plunges one finger inside of my warmth, and I moan into his mouth.
It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open, each breath heavier, and it takes far more energy as he hooks his finger inside of me, doing that gesture that brings a warmth flooding right through to my heart.
“Luca,” I rasp out his name. The feeling of pure joy overcoming me, and I’m nowhere near oblivion as he guides a second finger, stretching me, making sure I’m ready for him.
My insides are warm, heated, but I’m nowhere near sated.
Only Luca has that ability—to bring me to my knees and beg for more.
He glides his fingers out, and I whimper in protest. Why did he stop?
That ever-present smile that is entirely Luca shines down on me like the warm rays of the sun on a cold, snowy day.
His fingers dance over my hips. “Pants off. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours.”
He helps me with my pants, but I bend and slide them off, not making him risk hurting himself to undress me. Within a matter of seconds, I’m bare and Luca’s grin has widened.
“Fuck, you should always be naked. Shirt off too. A goddess shouldn’t hide her beauty.”
I raise an eyebrow but don’t argue. I’d rather be called a goddess than a princess. I smirk and toss off my shirt, letting it hit the floor.
“Lucky for you, you’re married to this goddess.” I kiss him, needing a taste, to feel his touch, to feel him.