Page 70 of The Hidden Heir

He looks up, and our eyes meet in heavy silence. “You’re ready for me, and then some, aren’t you, Valentina?”

“I’m always ready for you,” I tell him.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he growls and dives head-first.

The devastation follows quickly and without a shred of remorse, as he eats me whole and slides three fingers inside me. My pussy clenches delightedly as he suckles my clit, his tongue flicking over it.

The silk rope digs into my wrists slightly. Luca decides to throw my legs over his shoulders, holding me up as he delves even deeper into my pussy.

“Oh, my God!” I moan as he goes down on me, finger-fucking me into the sweetest madness at the same time.

A new rhythm builds up as my hips sway forth to receive him. His tongue slides and registers every inch of slick, simmering flesh. Setting every nerve ending in my body on fire while his fingers curl with every retreating motion before they jolt back in. He is aggressive, possessive, destructive.

And I fall apart against his mouth.

I come hard, gushing, trembling.

“Luca, my love,” I cry out his name, hoping the moon will hear me. “Oh, God.”

I feed on his rough touch as he squeezes every drop of my orgasm. Before I can make my way down from the heavens, Luca comes up instead, my legs wrapped around his narrow hips.

He holds me tight against the bed post and spears me with his full length. My pussy clenches immediately, stretched and filled to the brim, while Luca’s eyes lock on mine.

And in this moment of stillness, we see each other in our purest, wildest, most vibrant forms. We’re honest about this. Raw. Mindless. Luca starts to move slowly at first. Every thrust brings me closer to another climax, and I can feel the pressure gathering in my core.

“Being inside you is like worshipping a goddess,” Luca says.

He trails kisses down the side of my neck, fucking me harder and deeper as the rhythm progresses. I moan harshly, calling out his name, over and over, as he takes me higher into the stratosphere.

“Yes,” I hiss, my voice breaking when he starts pounding into me like the beast he truly is. His grip is ironclad and firm, his cock throbbing inside me with every push.

I feel that vein swelling, teasing my senses until I can’t take it anymore.

And then he goes even harder.

Even deeper.

Faster.

My breasts bounce as he growls and takes a nipple in his mouth, beads of sweat trickling all over us. The heat becomes unbearable, but we cling to one another—my legs locked tight, my hips rising to meet him at every thrust.

I feel him stiffening inside me.

“Valentina!” Luca growls, drilling hard as he drains deep inside me.

My pussy ripples in delight, clenching and releasing as I squeeze every drop of him. I’m safe in his arms. I melt against him, coming again as he thrusts his last thrust and holds me close.

His fingers run through my hair before they move up to remove the tie from around my wrists. When I’m free, he doesn’t let go; he gently sets me on the bed and settles beside me, drawing invisible circles with his index finger along the valley between my breasts, smiling in silence.

We rest for a while.

“I almost lost you tonight,” Luca admits.

All I can do is stare at him and admire the way the moon glints over his sweaty forehead. A droplet falls directly onto my skin, and he licks it clean, leaving a glistening trail behind. The afterglow envelops us both in its silvery haze, making me feel awfully sad for the moment when we will inevitably have to put our feet back on the cold, hard ground.

“But you didn’t,” I tell him.

“I keep saying I won’t let them get any closer, but there are times when I still fear the worst.”