Inch after slow inch I press into him, gritting my teeth as his tightness and warmth engulf me. Jesus, Luca is the best I’ve ever had, his hole made for me.
When I’m fully seated in him, Luca looks over his shoulder, eyes bright and filled with lust. “Now fuck me like you hate me, Professor.”
Oh fuck, I might actually be in love.
The realization hits me hard, and at the worst fucking time.
Growling, I push that thought from my head. Now isn’t the time for epiphanies.
I grab Luca’s waist in tight hands, pull my hips back, then thrust into him hard. Luca throws his head back with a howl, but I don’t let up. From the way he shudders and gasps, I don’t think he wants me to.
Over and over, I snap my hips into him roughly, watching his red ass bounce and jiggle.
I lean over him, threading my fingers through his hair and yanking his head back. “Like this, Luca?” I ask, pistoning into him hard.
“God, yes… just like that.”
I sink my teeth into his neck, fucking into him fast and deep, thoroughly wrecking him.
“I’m… close… so…” Luca stops talking so he can moan and babble and whimper and whine. He sounds like fucking heaven. Then he whimpers in a high pitch, his hole contracting around me.
My orgasm barrels through me before I can hold back, and I’m coming, filling him up to the brim. My vision whites out and my hearing dims as pleasure shoots through me, tingling over my entire body.
I come back to myself at Luca’s mewling, his chest heaving. Is he…
“Luca?” I ask, pulling off his body.
“Mad…” he says in a tear-drenched voice.
Oh fuck, I hurt him. I was too rough.
As quickly as I can—making sure I don’t hurt him more—I pull out of him, then make quick work of the restraints.
I pull Luca into my arms, holding him close as he sobs against my shoulder.
My heart constricts as I feel the wetness flow on my shoulder, soaking my shirt. God, I can’t believe I was so reckless with him. I should have been more careful, taken better care of him.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, hoping he doesn’t push me away. I don’t know what I’d do if Luca left me. He’s the reason I can feel anything, and if he leaves, I don’t know how I’ll put myself back together.
“Wha… what?” Luca pulls back to look at me, his tear-filled eyes breaking my heart. “Why? You didn’t…” He wipes his face and smiles at me. It’s shaky, but not filled with pain. “You did exactly what I wanted you to do. You listened and let me call the shots. You gave me exactly what I needed. I’m just overwhelmed in the best possible way.” He smiles at me one more time, then crumples into tears.
“Oh, sweet Luca. My sweet, sweet Luca. God, I’d give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You just have to tell me and it’s yours. I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked.”
Because he already has my heart.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
LUCA
I didn’t knowI could be this happy. I didn’t know Ideservedto be this happy.
Professor Levine is the first person to make think maybe I do. It’s a heady thing, feeling like I’m standing on equal ground with someone like Maddox Levine. It’s a gift I don’t want to lose.
I’m lost in the memories of being at the club—the way it felt for his hands to be on me, the way letting go of control could feel so liberating and powerful…
The way he told me he’d give me the moon.
