He trails his tongue up my lips, starting near my hole and then getting close to my clit. I gasp and claw the sheets, stunned at the urgency of my pulsing clit, as though I’m silently yelling at him to get closer, and closer until he’s consuming my urgent nub with euphoria.
He licks up and down again.
“You’re teasing me,” I whimper.
He chuckles darkly, his warm breath stroking me.
“Then tell me how badly you want it. Tell me how badly you want – need – to come.”
“You’ll laugh. You’ll think I’m… ahhh.”
He slips his finger inside of me and moves it in hypnotic circles, triggering something deep inside of me that doesn’t give a damn about being self-conscious or any of that crap.
“I want it,” I cry out.
It’s like I hear myself sing the words. I just can’t believe I’d be so forward, but then it’s difficult to be locked inside my own head when he’s toying with me like this.
“How badly?”
“More than anything. I want it so freaking bad.”
My words turn into tangled cries when he brings his tongue to my clit and starts licking it with frantic speed. The tip of his tongue flickers crazily against me, up and down and side to side, over and over until all I can do is buck my hips and ride the pleasure.
He slides his hands to my ass and squeezes greedy handfuls, pulling me closer to his mouth as he consumes more of me. He opens his mouth and licks all over my lips and my hole, his upper lip pressed against my clit.
“I can feel how close you are.” He growls and devours me. “Let it all out, Lucy. Let out every bit of lust you’ve ever felt.”
I want to tell him, Yes.
I want to tell him, I’ve never been attracted to anybody except for him.
But these thoughts are hollow compared to the deep waves of pleasure he sends cascading through me.
He targets my clit again, slipping another finger inside of me and playing with my hole as he licks me faster, harder, more possessively.
I throw my head back and scream, but then the scream turns into hollow breaths as I can’t focus on anything anymore.
The orgasm shatters in my center, spreading hands of seeping release, creamy wetness flooding my hole and squirting out of me.
It must be an orgasm. It feels so heavenly. It feels so perfect.
I’m floating on the fire-tipped end of his tongue, shifting my hips, burning as I drive my sex harder against his face.
He squeezes my ass with more ferocity and I know he’s going to leave marks, but I don’t care. I can’t care when his tongue is lightning against my clit and his fingers are exploding with starlight inside of me.
I vibrate and writhe against him, and then finally my breath returns and my screams become loud, deafening, and yet I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
For one blissful moment – floating in the last seconds of my orgasm – I feel sexy. I feel desired.
I feel all those things I thought I was destined to only read and dream about.
“Oh, God.”
I sigh and slump down, all the energy draining from my body.
He stands, his smirk glistening as he gazes down at me.
I sit up on my elbows. “Did I embarrass myself?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Not even close. You were so damn sexy. You were perfect.”
His compliments dance inside of me, making me think I can do this. I can go all the way with Luca Lioni.
The sentence would’ve seemed absurd before he stepped foot in this room like a savage beast prowling back into his lair.
He walked in a stranger and he’ll leave…
What? My forever man?
Unless this is all a trick, but I can’t believe that as I drink in the sight of him, his intense eyes gleaming, pinning me in place.
“I want everything with you,” he says, leaning over my body, closing me in his warmth. “Everything a man can share with a woman – sex, family, life, ambition – I will share with you. We own each other now. That means I will fucking execute any bastard stupid enough to try and lure you away from me.”
“Never,” I say, almost stunned at the intense fire in his voice.
“Good.” He smirks, a flash of teeth. A devilish half-smile. “Because you’re mine now, Lucy, and I’m never going to let you forget that.”
His lips are so close to mine, and then two heavy knocks pound at the door.
“What is it?” Luca snaps.
“I’m sorry,” a high-pitched man answers.
“What, Aldo?” Luca says.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you, but there’s some noise at the docks. Lots of splashing around.”
Luca’s eyes narrow and turn hard when he turns back to me. “I have to handle this.”
“What does he mean?” I say, unable to mask the anxiety in my voice.