When I finally press my tongue against her, her back arches clean off the bed.
“Oh, Luca?—”
I groan at the sound of her moan, at the way she clutches the sheets like she’s falling apart under me. She’s wet, already trembling, and the sweet, intoxicating taste of her is going to ruin me forever.
I take my time, working her with tongue and fingers until she’s panting, begging. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands. She reaches for my hair, my arms, my shoulders, then covers her mouth to muffle the sounds.
“Don’t,” I growl, pinning her wrists to the bed. “Let me hear you.”
She comes with a cry, shattering beneath me, and I don’t stop until she’s whimpering, until she’s squirming from the intensity.
Only then do I crawl up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She’s dazed. Glowing. Her legs wrap around my waist.
“I want you,” she whispers. “Please.”
I don’t make her ask again.
I push into her slowly, carefully, watching every inch of her expression. She’s tight, so tight it nearly undoes me right there, and I can feel the tremor in her limbs as she adjusts to me.
“You okay?” I ask, breath ragged.
She nods. “You feel... good. Full. Just don’t stop.”
Not a chance.
I move inside her, deep and steady, and the look on her face—pure surrender, pure bliss—burns itself into my brain.
“Mine,” I whisper against her neck. “You’re mine now,angioletto.”
She clings to me, gasping with every thrust. Her nails dig into my back, her breath stuttering as she meets me, over and over.
I lose myself in her—her voice, her warmth, the desperate way she whispers my name like it’s the only thing tethering her to the earth. I want to brand it into her skin, into her soul: she’s safe now. She’s wanted.
She’smine.
We fall apart together. Her legs lock tight around my hips, her body quivering as she crashes over the edge. I follow, grinding deep with a growl, spilling into her as every ounce of restraint burns to ash.
We lie there for a while. Breathing. Sweating. Holding on.
I brush her hair back from her damp forehead, watching her eyelids flutter like she’s fighting to stay awake.
“You’re unbelievable,” I murmur, kissing her temple. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She smiles sleepily, utterly wrecked and utterly perfect. “You didn’t seem so in control back there.”
I huff a quiet laugh. “That was me holding back.”
She hums, half-dreaming already. “Next time, you shouldn't.”
Next time.A final confirmation that she wants this again. That she wantsmeagain. “I won’t.”
She drifts off in my arms, and I lie awake, watching her like I always do.
Only now, she knows it.
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