A soft moan slips out.
Her hips arch, just a little.
"Luca," she whispers.
My name sounds like a prayer.
"What do you want, Elena?" I say. "Anything."
"Kiss me."
I lean closer, and her hands come up to touch my face. She guides me to her lips.
I'm gentle at first. A light press. She breathes out a soft sigh and pulls me in.
My tongue brushes her lips, and she opens for me.
I want to consume her.
She's everything.
It's been so long. Too long.
My hands are in her hair, my mouth on hers.
I taste her.
God, she tastes so good.
So sweet.
I groan.
My cock is throbbing.
I need her.
She arches again, pushing into me, and her breasts press against my chest.
I could devour her.
"You're beautiful," I say against her mouth.
Her hands are in my hair. Her nails drag against my scalp, sending a shudder down my spine.
She wants me.
I break the kiss and look down at her.
She's breathing hard, her lips swollen, her eyes wide.
In the dim light of the room, Elena's eyes plead with mine.
My hands move without thinking. I slide them down her body, cupping her, teasing her nipples. She moans.
God, the sound of it.
I could hear it every day for the rest of my life, and it wouldn't be enough.
