"Fuck," I moaned, my voice thick with desire.
I tried to push him away, but my efforts were half-hearted, my body betraying me. Luca's touch was addictive, his mouth a torment, and I was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation.
His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist before dipping lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties. I gasped as his fingers found the damp heat between my legs, his touch ruthless and demanding. He growled against my skin, his breath hot and hungry.
"You're already soaking wet for me, aren't you?" Luca's voice was a rough whisper, his words sending a jolt of desire through me.
I bit my lip, my eyes closing as his fingers delved deeper, his touch relentless.
"You bastard," I hissed, my voice strained.
My hands tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. I was a mass of contradictions, torn between hatred and desire, between resistance and surrender.
Luca's mouth trailed down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His breath was hot against my skin, his tongue a wicked torment as he lapped at my core, his hunger palpable. I cursed his name, my body arching, my hands gripping his hair, holding him to me.
"God, Luca," I moaned, my voice a plea. I was lost, drowning in a sea of pleasure, my body responding to his touch with a ferocity that scared me.
Luca rose, his body looming over me, his pants unbuckled, his cock thick and flushed, jutting out from the fly of his trousers. He gripped my thighs, spreading them wide, his eyes dark with need as he positioned himself at my entrance. He teased me with slow, agonizing strokes, his cock gliding against my damp flesh, driving me wild.
"Tell me you want this," he commanded, his voice rough, his eyes burning into mine.
I snarled, my pride warring with my desire. "Just fucking do it, Luca," I snapped, my voice hoarse.
Luca's eyes flashed, his expression fierce. With a growl, he slammed into me, his cock filling me completely, the force of it stealing my breath. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his hips snapping against mine, the bed creaking with each thrust.
The rhythm was relentless, Luca's cock pounding into me, his body a powerful force that drove me to the edge. I met him thrust for thrust, my body desperate and wild, my walls clenching around him, milking him, drawing him deeper.
"Fuck, Sienna," Luca cursed, his voice a rough growl.
His teeth grazed my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His hands gripped my ass, lifting me, taking me deeper, his cock burying itself within me.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a fever pitch that built and built, threatening to consume me. I was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation, my body convulsing, my cries filling the room.
"Come for me," Luca growled, his voice a command.
And I did, my body shattering, my release a screaming torrent that ripped through me. I cried out his name, body convulsing, walls clenching around him as he followed, his release hot and relentless, filling me completely.
Luca collapsed on top of me, his weight heavy but not unwelcome, his breath ragged against my neck. I lay still. My body was still trembling, my heart pounding in my chest. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of our labored breathing filling the silence.
"Hate me all you want," Luca murmured, his voice a rough whisper."But you'll never convince me this isn't real."
I smirked, my hand coming up to touch his cheek, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "We'll see about that," I whispered, my voice soft but challenging.
Luca's eyes met mine, his expression intense, his gaze searching. For a moment, we held each other's gaze, the air crackling with unspoken words, with questions left hanging.
What was real—the hate or the desire?
The question lingered, unanswered, as Luca rolled off me, his body settling beside mine. I lay there, my heart still pounding, my body still humming with the aftermath of our passion. The room was dim, the curtains still drawn, casting us in a sultry gloom.
Outside, the world continued to turn, oblivious to the storm that had raged within these walls. But here, in this moment, everything was uncertain, everything was up for grabs.
And as I lay there, Luca's arm draped over my waist, his breath evening out as he fell asleep, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held.
Would I succumb to the desire that burned between us, or would I hold onto the hate that had brought us together?
The answer was far from clear, lost in the haze of passion and uncertainty.
But one thing was certain—this was far from over.
