The moment he set me down, his hands were all over me, tearing at my clothes, his mouth searing against my heated skin. In no time, I was bare before him, his hungry gaze raking over my exposed body.
“On the bed,” he ordered softly.
I eased back onto the soft linens, my eyes glancing to the sheet as I contemplated pulling it over me.
“Don’t even think about it. I want you where I can see you—all of you.” His hands pulled at my legs, yanking me closer to him, then pressed my knees open, exposing me fully to his view.
Never taking his eyes from me, he lifted his shirt over his head, and my self-conscious thoughts were forgotten as Idevoured the breathtaking sight of his naked chest. The sound of his zipper drew me back to the moment, and my stomach surged to my throat as I realized I was about to cross a threshold with this man. This criminal. My breathing went shallow and shaky as he lowered himself above me.
“It’s just you and me. Don’t think about anything else.” His eyes stayed locked on mine, now just inches away, and I lost myself in their black depths. His darkness was all-consuming, and it called to me. When everything else dropped away, and it was truly just us, I felt free—like all was right in the world, and I could breathe.
“That’s my girl,” he cooed as he eased inside me with gentle thrusts, sweat beading on his brow from his measured restraint. My back arched into the pressure, and his mouth claimed my breasts. As his pace increased, strained moans left my mouth, and he hungrily devoured them with his kiss. Before long, he was pounding into me as if I held the key to his survival deep within me. He was merciless, relentless in his pursuit.
I had never been fucked the way he fucked me.
He didn’t just have sex with me, he owned me.
He took possession of my body, branded my flesh with his touch until my soul itself bent to his will.
He snaked an arm between us to press against my swollen clit, rubbing in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. My skin began to tingle with the building pressure of what would be a mind-bending orgasm. My body stiffened as muscles contracted and tensed in preparation, whimpers and moans pouring from my lips.
“Come for me, Alessia. Milk my cock with that tight, wet pussy.”
His course, dirty words were all it took. Pleasureexploded from my core and pulsed through my body in powerful waves. Eyes shut, I screamed my release, its intensity overpowering my every inhibition. My convulsions triggered his guttural release, and I could feel his cock swell and pulse inside me as he slowed his thrusts.
My body lay limp beneath him, utterly spent.
Ruined.
I’d read before that a man could ruin a woman for all others, but it always sounded absurd. Now, I knew there was truth to it. A release with Luca was unlike any I had experienced—gourmet wedding cake when all I’d had before were Twinkies. I couldn’t imagine how I’d lived before without the taste of him.
He sat up and pulled out of me, then watched as our juices slipped from my entrance. His eyes sparked with possession as he gazed at his work.
“You like that?” I asked quietly into the sudden stillness.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he swiped at the moisture and spread it up to my clit. I jerk at the sensation on my oversensitive nerves, but he didn’t stop. “Stay still,” he commanded.
“It’s too much—I can’t.”
“You can, and you will.” His eyes bore into mine, and before long, the sensation became pleasurable, and I was again a puddle of wanton need. I moaned and ground my hips, undulating against his touch in search of my next fix.
He knew just where to touch and when to change his movements to build the pleasure to its maximum potency. His mouth came down on my breast, and he grazed his teeth against my nipple, sending a stroke of pain shooting through my nerve endings until a second wave of pleasure crashedover me. He barely milked the sensation from me before he was back inside me.
This time it was different.
He hovered over me, and I could feel his warm breath ghost across my skin as he moaned into the crook of my neck. His movements were slow and measured, gliding against me in an intimate caress. Weaving my fingers through his hair, I held him tightly against me as he trailed kisses along my collarbone. His breathing became shaky as he trailed the bridge of his nose along my jawline in a motion that was achingly tender.
“Lessia,” he whispered against my chest. The single word was so heartfelt, so reverent, I couldn’t breathe.
The beauty of that moment eclipsed all else.
When he lifted himself up to look into my face, tears streaked from my eyes at the raw vulnerability written across his features. He finished inside me, eyes never leaving mine, and I reveled in the look of triumph that passed across his face. Luca made me feel like the most precious treasure in the world—something priceless and cherished. It was a feeling I never wanted to lose, and it scared me to think how far I’d go to keep it.
CHAPTER 18
ALESSIA
The next morning,I woke in my bed alone. The pattering of rain sounded on the windows, and the cloudy sky cast my room in a melancholy shadow, making me want to sleep for a week. I thought about giving in to the tug of lethargy but decided to drag myself out of bed. When I sat up, I noticed a note on the nightstand.
