He trails kisses down my stomach, taking his time. My legs shift restlessly, my hips moving in a way that feels both foreign and necessary.
“Luca,” I breathe. “Please.”
He moves between my legs, spreading them gently with his hands. I blush, but don’t stop him. I trust him. Every part of me is trembling with need.
When he kisses me there,right there, my eyes fly open.
“Oh. Oh my goodness.”
“That’s right," he rumbles against my quivering flesh. "Let me hear you.”
His tongue moves slowly, thoroughly, with a devastating kind of control. Every stroke is deliberate, like he’s memorizing the way my body responds to each flick, each swirl.
I try to press closer, to grind against his mouth, desperate for more, but his strong hands hold me in place, one on my hip, the other spreading me open for him.
"Easy," he murmurs against me. The vibration makes me cry out. "Let me take care of you."
The words wrap around me like silk, gentle and commanding all at once. I should be embarrassed by the sounds I’m making, the way I’m writhing beneath him, but I’m not. Not with Luca. With him, I want to be undone.
The pressure builds impossibly fast. Each pass of his tongue makes my hips twitch. I dig my fingers into the sheets, my thighs shaking, my chest heaving. I can’t breathe, can’t think?—
And then I fall.
The release is blinding. It rips through me, sharp and wet and overwhelming. I cry out his name, voice high and ragged, and still he doesn’t stop—he rides it out with me, lapping at me slowly, drawing every last flicker of pleasure from my body until I’m shaking beneath him, boneless and panting.
He kisses his way back up, his lips swollen, his pupils blown. “You’re perfect when you come undone like that,” he says.
Soon, he’s positioning himself at my entrance.
“Look at me,” he says, voice firm but low. “I need to see you.”
I do. I hold his gaze as he pushes inside me, slowly. My body stretches to take him, and there’s pain. But it’s brief, sharp, and then it fades into something deeper. Somethingfull.
He holds still, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. “Okay, angel?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, Luca. Please.”
He begins to move. Slow at first, drawing out the sensation. I gasp with every thrust, my body singing for him. He whispers things—sweet things, filthy things—praise and possession all at once. My name like worship.
I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, needing him closer. Needingmore.
He groans low in my ear, and the sound sends another shiver down my spine. His pace deepens, becomes more urgent. Every thrust drags a gasp from my lips. My nails scrape gently down his back, anchoring me, grounding me, as my body tightens around him, drawing him deeper.
“Just like that,” he rasps, kissing my shoulder, my collarbone, anywhere he can reach. “You feel so good, Erin. So fucking good.”
I whimper his name, overwhelmed. My hips roll instinctively, and he moans, gripping my thighs tighter as he angles deeper, hitting a place inside me that makes me see stars.
I don’t know what’s happening. I just know that it’s everything. That it’sright.That I’ve never wanted anything more.
My world narrows to his touch, his body, the way he says my name like it’s sacred. “Luca?—”
“Marry me.”
My eyes snap open. But he’s still thrusting into me, still filling me with too much pleasure, and soon, I’m forced to shut them tight again. “M-Marry?”
“I want you.” He grabs my hips, yanks them even closer. He’s unbearably deep like this, hitting me just right, grinding into that spot that has me in tears. “Want you to be my queen. Mydonna.”
I don’t know what to say. It’s unbelievable. Luca Lucchese, billionaire CEO and mafia Don, wantingmefor a wife?
