The cold marble bit into my back, a sharp contrast to the inferno of his hands sliding up my thighs. His touch was rough yet tender, demanding yet full of worship and adoration. He hooked his fingers into the lace of my underwear and tore.
I gasped, but he swallowed the sound, his mouth claiming mine again as he settled between my legs. His thumb circled my clit, deliberate and relentless, and I moaned into his kiss, my hips bucking against his hand, chasing the pleasure and skill that only he had.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice fraying at the edges.
I obeyed, my gaze locking onto his. His eyes were black with hunger, the last shreds of control snapping as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Luca—”
“You are mine. Say it.”
“No.”……
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