Page 69 of The Hidden Heir

And he will be the end of me unless I find the strength to pull back.

Not tonight, though. Tonight, I need him, and he needs me.

“You were afraid,” Luca whispers, his lips brushing over mine, “tonight.”

“I was until you shielded me.”

“I wish I could tell you it’s going to get easier from here.”

He kisses me. Deeply. Intensely. Our tongues meet, playfully tasting at first, but when the hunger takes over, we devour each other. Our lips crash, our souls untangle, and our hands roam everywhere.

“Oh, Luca,” I gasp when his fingers dig into my hips, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as his head drops to conquer my breasts.

His lips close around one nipple, and he suckles until I quiver in his hold, until a whimper escapes my throat as the sting dissolves into my ribcage. He pulls me closer to the bed, his breath heavy and ragged.

Savage darkness lingers in his eyes as he looks at me. “Do you trust me?”

“With every part of me,” I confidently reply.

“Get down on your knees then.”

Eagerly, I obey, kneeling before him with a devilish smile. My mind has already left my body, letting my most primal instincts run free. As the shadows of the night wrestle with the blades of pearly moonlight everywhere around us, I take my husband’s gargantuan cock into my mouth.

He’s hard and throbbing, damn near unhinging my jaw in the process.

Slowly, he slides down my throat, lovingly caressing my face with one hand while he keeps the tie tight with the other.

“That’s my girl,” he grunts softly, his hips jerking forward.

I feel a vein pulsating against my tongue, the rhythm of his arousal fastening as I suck him with unmatched greed. I massage his rock-hard balls, then stroke him with slow but determined movements, twisting my grip from the tip to the base before I take him into my mouth again.

“Fucking hell,” Luca manages. “You’re so good at that.”

“You taste like heaven,” I tell him, liquid heat dripping along my inner thighs.

I’m clenched tightly, burning for this man with everything I’ve got. He tightens his grip in my hair, and I can’t breathe for a moment. My mouth opens wide and he goes in, all of him, deep-throating me without a shred of mercy. Tears run down my cheeks, but I don’t want him to stop. I love nothing more than to lose myself in his darkened eyes, while he watches me sucking his cock. He loves this too much, and I love him. It’s too late to unring this bell, I see it now.

I love him.

I take every glorious inch until he can’t take anymore, until he lifts me off the ground and kisses me, his arms coiled around me like a snake’s deadly grip. I’m soft and sizzling against his chiseled body, heat coursing through the both of us like a restless inferno.

“Put your hands up,” Luca says.

I put them up, and he wraps his tie around my wrists, high above my head. My breasts rise to meet his smoldering gaze as he ties me to the bed’s wooden poster. I’m stretched and wanting, shivering with a desperate need for release.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes wandering over every curve, every soft spot, every inch of my skin. “These hips, this belly… Whoever made you feel like you’re too much, Valentina, cannot appreciate true beauty. Men used to go to war for women like you.”

“Luca,” I mumble, deeply touched by his words.

“Your breasts...” he pauses to fondle and kiss them, letting his tongue flick over my nipples before he nibbles on each, relentlessly until I cry out. “Fucking delicious.”

“Oh, fuck!”

He sucks one until I tremble and cross my legs. The arousal becomes unbearable and all-consuming, but he isn’t done with me. He kneels before me, his hands tracing the contour of my hips, then my thighs.

“So thick and juicy,” he says, fingers grabbing, squeezing, pinching.

Then his right hand slips between my legs. He finds me hot and wet and decidedly swollen, aching for release.