It’s intimate in a way that has nothing to do with sex. His fingertips graze my scalp with each search. It’s featherlight with exploratory touches that send tingles down the nape of my neck. I feel my breath deepen and my skin gets more sensitive. There’s a strange tenderness, a kind of aching vulnerability I hadn’t expected. Each removal feels like he’s dismantling more than just my hairstyle. It’s like he’s stripping away the performance of the day, the facade of the perfect bride, until only me remains.
“There must be a hundred of these,” he murmurs, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“At least,” I breathe, my eyes falling closed as his fingers continue their work. The sensation is hypnotic—the warm water, his gentle touch, the gradual release of tension as each pin comes free.
His fingers slide deeper into my hair now, massaging my scalp as he searches for the remaining pins. The touch sends shivers down my spine despite the hot water, and I feel myself leaning back slightly, seeking more contact.
“Almost done,” he says quietly, his breath warm against my ear as he leans closer to reach a pin near my crown. His chestbrushes my back, and I feel his sharp intake of breath at the contact.
The last pin slides free, and suddenly my hair is falling loose around my shoulders, heavy with water but finally free. Luca’s hands stay in my hair, his fingers combing through the damp strands with tender thoroughness, working out the careful styling until it’s just my hair again—wild and unruly and mine.
“Better?” he asks, his voice rougher now.
“Yes,” I whisper, then I’m turning in his arms, my wet hair clinging to my shoulders, water streaming between us. “Thank you.”
His eyes are intense, as he looks down at me. One hand comes up to cup my face, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “You don’t need all that,” he says quietly. “The makeup, the elaborate hair, the performance. You’re beautiful just like this. Just Gigi.”
The way he says my name—with so much adoration—sends a shock through me. His mouth crashes onto mine, and I unravel completely. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. This time, there’s no hesitation, no waiting for him to take control.
No, I’m commanding it, stealing his breath from him because it’s only fair.
Tilting my head, I deepen the kiss, tongue slipping out as I trace a small scar above his lip before diving in. He tastes like peppermint and everything I want to discover. He tastes like the world out there, and I want more, with an urgency in my veins and the throbbing need between my thighs.
It only takes seconds before Luca slips into that easy control. Grabbing my thighs, he lifts me and shoves me firmly against the wall, making sure that there’s no room between us. His growing erection nudges at my entrance, and it would be so,soeasy, with how wet we both are, to slip him in, to chase that pleasure I already feel in my toes just by kissing him.
Dipping between us, Luca’s fingers pluck at my swollen bundle of nerves before reaching lower. The second he finds my center, he slides two fingers in without permission or warning. I bathe in the steady feel of his fingers and the way he continues to chase my lips even as I gasp and moan. It’s almost as if he needs to devour the sounds each time.
“You’re so wet,” Luca murmurs, finger swirling against my entrance. “Fuck.”
I whimper, head thumping back against the cool tile. I hear a low growl come from him and I lift my head to see him turn off the water and shoulder open the shower door. The cool air kisses my soaked body and the water droplets splatter on the marble floor.
“Luca?” I protest, holding onto his shoulders as he leads me out of the bathroom and toward the massive bed. “We should towel off and?—”
“Yeah nah, I don’t particularly care,” he tells me, placing me on the bed. The soft comforter clings to my skin, surrounding me as I settle into the plush mattress. Staring intensely at me he commands, “Spread your thighs, Gigi. Let me get a nice look at that beautiful pussy of yours.”
Face flaming becauseoh my god, I spread my legs and open up for him, letting him see everything in the dim light of the hotelroom. Yet, I didn’t miss the darkness that clouds his gaze and the hunger within as he climbs over me.
“You belong to me,” he murmurs against my skin, but his voice cracks slightly on the words. There’s desperation underneath, an urgency that makes my heart race.
“And you belong to me,” I respond, meaning it with terrifying certainty.
He pulls back to look at me then, and the expression on his face—raw and vulnerable and almost anguished—makes my heart ache. For a moment, everything crumbles. I see relief and guilt warring in his dark eyes, see him struggling with something massive that he can’t or won’t articulate. But then, he bends down, running his tongue up the length of my slip before dipping inside of me.Holy shit.
A groan sounds from him as he murmurs against me, “I fucking love the taste of you. I could spend all day just eating you out.”
The words leave me dizzy and drunk as I reach down and feel his wet strands between my fingertips. His tongue slips deeper inside me, reaching a place that I never imagined anyone could go.
“Oh, god!” I shout, arching off the mattress.
Luca pauses, one brow crooking. “What’s my name?”
I blink as confusion washes over me, mingling with the lingering pleasure that was just there. “W-what?”
“I said… What’s. My. Name?”
“L-Luca!”
The smile that curves onto his lips should terrify me as his gaze focuses down between my spread legs. Without another word, Luca lowers himself before consuming me entirely. His lips kiss and suck and lave over every inch of my sex until there is nothing left to claim. His tongue teases my sensitive entrance, eliciting desperate whimpers and noises from me.
