He thrusts and strokes, his pace increasing, and then his other hand finds my clit, and the world goes white.
I scream, the sound ripping from my throat, and I'm flying, my orgasm exploding through me, wave after wave of pleasure.
Luca doesn't stop, his thrusts and fingers keeping the orgasm rolling, and then he grunts, and his cock stiffens inside me, and I can feel him coming, his warmth filling me, prolonging the pleasure in a way I've never experienced before.
It feels impossible, never-ending, otherworldly.
I'm not sure if it's seconds, minutes, or hours later when the pleasure finally, finally recedes, wringing my limp body dry on the way out.
Luca's weight presses me into the mattress, his breath coming hard and fast, the only sound in the quiet room.
My hands are limp against the rope, the blindfold askew.
"Merda," he groans.
His hand slides up, and the blindfold falls away.
"Are you alright, Elena?" he asks, his voice rough.
"Yes," I murmur.
He shifts his weight, pulling out of me, and my eyes roll back in my head.
The ropes are gone a moment later, and Luca's gentle fingers are rubbing my sore wrists, checking for circulation.
"Luca," I whisper.
"Bella," he says, and rolls to his side, pulling me into his arms.
He presses his lips to mine, his kiss gentle, his lips soft.
"How are you feeling?"
"Amazing," I say, and my voice sounds dreamy, far away.
He strokes a hand over my hair, soothing.
"Rest, Elena," he says. "Then I'll take you in for a bath."
I want to respond. I want to say something, anything, but my brain is tired, and my tongue can't form words. Sleep is dragging me under.
Before I slip away, I have one thought.
I'm falling in love with him.
But that's crazy.
Isn't it?
Chapter Twenty Seven
Luca
I can't sleep. I slide out of bed, leaving the peacefully sleeping Elena alone under the covers. I head for the bathroom for some distance. A moment to think. To breathe.
My mind is whirring, and I keep going back to what Elena said, when I had her tied to the bed.
That she trusts me.
