He groans, long and low, his cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me.
His hands hold my hips in a punishing grip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
His thrusts are hard, rough, and he fucks me like he owns me.
And he does.
Chapter Thirteen
Luca
Elena's pussy is tight and wet, and I slide into her easily, her body welcoming me.
She's perfect.
The sound of her voice, the feel of her body, the scent of her skin, all of it intoxicating.
She's a goddess.
A vision.
Mine.
Her back is arched, her arms and legs tied tight together.
Her ass is in the air.
All mine. She's all mine.
I thrust into her again and again, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
Elena's moans are like music, and they only drive me higher, harder.
I'm barely hanging on.
"Oh," she moans. "Luca."
My name on her lips sends a rush of pride through me.
I'm giving her pleasure.
Her body is mine to please.
I lean forward, and my cock slides deeper, making her cry out.
I can't get enough of the sounds she's making.
I want to hear her scream.
I want to make her beg.
My hand finds her hair and twists, pulling it up lightly.
She cries out. Her pussy tightens around my cock, nearly making me lose my rhythm for a second.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I groan, pulling her hair just hard enough to elicit another cry.
"Oh, God."
