Page 96 of The Hidden Heir

“You’re mine,” Luca interjects, his mouth crashing into mine.

Luca tears my towel off with one swift move. We kiss like ravenous beasts, desperate and hungry for each other. I wrestle with his shirt; our tongues tangle in a devilish dance.

“You’re mine,” he says it again, his lips brushing against mine.

His hands roam everywhere, while I peel the clothes off his gorgeous body, one item at a time. I find him hard and throbbing in my hold, and he hisses when I stroke him once, from hilt to tip. My hand can barely handle his gargantuan girth, and when he dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth, I lose it.

“I am yours,” I whimper softly.

His tongue flicks. His teeth nibble, a delicious sting dissolving into my ribcage while his hand kneads my other breast.

“Don’t ever leave me again.”

“Oh, Luca,” I moan when his fingers slip between my slick folds. I’m already hot and wet for this man.

“Spread your legs, Valentina.”

I do as I’m told, stars dancing before my eyes.

“Say you’ll never leave me again,” he commands me. “Say it!”

“I’ll never leave you again!” I cry out when he slips two fingers inside me and starts working me into an uncontrollable frenzy.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours! Oh, God, I’m yours, Luca!”

He fingers me into oblivion; the ball of his hand pressed against my swollen nub. The pressure is too much, his fingers curling inside me as he takes pleasure in every second of my torment. A devilish grin slits his face from ear to ear as he watches me get close to the peak.

Suddenly, I explode, gushing all over his hand. I come hard, shuddering in his grip, gasping for air while my heart unravels and my body comes apart, atom by atom. The orgasm is a singular, all-consuming event, and Luca kisses me again to seal the deal and renew his claim over me.

“I need you inside me,” I beg him, clinging to his broad, muscular shoulders. “I beg you.”

He pulls me closer to the bed, then turns me around and scoops my hair over one shoulder. He kisses that insanely sensitive area just below my ear, turning me into shimmering mush as I quiver against his hard, burning body.

“Bend over,” Luca says.

Without hesitation, I do as I’m told. He guides my hand around my hip and between my legs, and I know what he wants me to do.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream when he spears me with his full length.

“God, you are perfection incarnate.”

Luca holds me firmly by the hips, his fingers clasping, claiming every inch of my skin. My breasts bounce with every thrust. I lean onto the bed with one hand, while the other circles my tender, hyperexcited clit.

Every flick sends shock waves through my body.

Anticipation builds up as Luca goes harder and deeper.

“That’s it,” he says. He can feel me clenching around his cock with each thrust.

I can feel his vein pulsating, my pussy stretched around him. He pounds into me, harder with every passing second, as the rhythm builds and falls off the axis altogether.

Before long, he’s splitting me in half while I come again.

“Luca, my love!” I cry out.

“I love you,” he grunts and stiffens inside me.