34. Luca
34
LUCA
T he second the front door shuts behind us, I scoop Skye into my arms, her laughter echoing through the foyer. She smells like rosewater and champagne, her amber eyes glinting with that fire I can never get enough of. Her hands tangle in my hair as I carry her toward the stairs, her legs wrapped around my waist.
"Luca," she breathes against my lips, her voice laced with that mix of amusement and desire that drives me wild. "You're going to ruin my dress."
"Good." I kiss her, deep and hungry, tasting the sweetness of her lips. "I'll buy you a new one. Ten of them."
She laughs, the sound muffled by my mouth as I push open the bedroom door and kick it shut behind us. The diamond on her finger catches the moonlight streaming through the window, glinting like a promise I intend to keep. My mother’s ring. On Skye’s hand. The thought tightens something in my chest - something raw and unguarded.
I lay her down on the bed, her body sinking into the silk sheets, and hover over her, my hands framing her face. "Say it," I demand, my voice low, rough.
"That I love you?" she teases, her fingers trailing down my jaw. "Or that I’ll marry you?"
"Both." I nip at her bottom lip, earning a soft gasp. "Say it."
"I love you," she murmurs, her voice warm and steady. "And I’ll marry you."
Her words ignite something primal in me. I kiss her again, harder this time, my hands skimming down her sides to grip her hips. She arches into me, her body pressing against mine, and I groan against her lips. "You’re mine," I growl, my mouth trailing down her neck. "All mine."
Her breath hitches as I leave a mark just below her collarbone, my teeth grazing her skin. "Yours," she agrees, her voice breathless. "Always."
I slide down her body, my hands pushing her dress up her thighs until it bunches at her waist. She’s wearing lace, black and delicate, and I run my fingers along the edge, watching her squirm under my touch. "Look at you," I murmur, my voice thick with praise. "Perfect."
"Luca," she whispers, her hands sliding into my hair as I hook my fingers into the lace and pull it off, tossing it aside. Her skin is warm under my palms as I spread her legs, my eyes fixed on the way she trembles for me. "You’re killing me."
"Not yet." I press a kiss to her inner thigh, my lips grazing the sensitive skin. "But I'll show you how sweet torture can be."
Her back arches off the bed when my tongue finds her, slow and deliberate. I take my time, savoring every sound she makes, every gasp and whimper. Her hands tighten in my hair, and I groan against her, the vibration making her cry out.
"Look at me," I demand, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. Her amber gaze is hazy, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "I want to watch you fall apart."
She nods, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I don’t look away as I bring her to the edge, my name spilling from her lips in a desperate plea. When she comes, it’s with a sharp cry, her body trembling under mine, and I feel a surge of power I’ve never known before - not from violence, not from control. From her.
I kiss my way up her body, lingering on every inch of her skin, every curve and dip. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can’t get enough of her taste, her scent, the way she shivers under my touch. When I reach her lips, she’s breathing hard, her eyes dark with need.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I murmur, my voice rough, my hands gripping her hips. “Every inch of you.”
She laughs softly, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt. “You’re overdressed,” she teases, her voice warm and breathless. “Let me fix that.”
I let her undress me, her hands sliding over my chest, my stomach, until I’m bare before her. Her gaze rakes over me, and I feel a surge of pride at the way her breath hitches. “Better?” I ask, my voice low, dangerous.
“Much.” She pulls me down, her body arching into mine, and I groan as I slide between her legs, my body pressing against hers.
“Look at me,” I demand, my hands framing her face. Her amber eyes meet mine, and I see the fire there, the desire that matches my own. “I want you looking into my eyes while you take my cock so well."
She nods, her breath hitching as I push into her, slow and deliberate. Her body welcomes me, tight and warm, and I groan, my forehead pressing against hers. “Fuck, Skye,” I growl, my voice strained. “You feel perfect.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, her nails digging into my back as I move, deep and steady. Every thrust is deliberate, every sound she makes a victory. “So good,” I growl, my voice rough with possession. “My perfect girl.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her body arching into mine. “I was made for you, Luca.”
I kiss her, hard and demanding, my hands gripping her hips as I drive into her. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her body tightens around me, in the way her breath comes in sharp gasps. “Come for me,” I demand, my voice low and rough.
Her climax hits her hard, her body trembling under mine, and I watch her fall apart, my name spilling from her lips like a prayer. I don’t stop, not yet, my thrusts deep and steady, drawing out her orgasm until she’s trembling with the intensity of it. Her body is still pulsing around me, her breath ragged, and I know I’ll never get enough of her.
I grip Skye’s hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion. Her breath hitches, her body arching as I drag her ass up toward me. Her skin glows in the moonlight, smooth and perfect, and I run my hands over her curves, memorizing every inch of her.
“Luca,” she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets, her voice trembling with need.
“One more,” I growl, my voice rough, my hands gripping her hips tighter. My eyes rake over her, the way her body shivers under my touch, the way she’s completely surrendered to me. “You’re so fucking perfect, Skye. You take me so well.”
She whimpers, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight through me. I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into her, hard and deep, and she cries out, her body clutching me like a vice.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice a mix of praise and command. My hands move to her waist, holding her steady as I pound into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight. So mine.”
Her moans are music to my ears, each one sending a surge of pride through me. I lean over her, my mouth near her ear as I fuck her with everything I’ve got. “You’re going to come for me again,” I demand, my voice low and rough. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
“Luca,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body tightens, her back arching. She’s close, so fucking close, and I’m not going to stop until she shatters for me.
“Look at you,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips harder, driving into her with relentless force. “So fucking beautiful. So perfect. You’re mine, Skye. All mine.”
Her climax hits her hard, her body trembling, her scream muffled by the sheets. I don’t stop, not yet, my thrusts deep and steady, drawing out her orgasm until she’s gasping for breath, her body still quivering under mine.
I’m close, so fucking close, and I grip her hips tighter, my eyes locked on the way her body moves with mine. “Come with me,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Let go, Skye. I’ve got you.”
Her body tightens around me, and I can’t hold back anymore. With a low growl, I slam into her one last time, my own climax crashing over me like a wave. My body trembles, my grip on her hips bruising as I fill her, the intensity of it stealing my breath.
I collapse over her, my chest heaving, my body still pressed against hers. Her skin is warm under mine, her breath coming in sharp gasps, and I kiss the back of her neck, my lips lingering on her skin.
“Mine,” I whisper, my voice rough, my hands sliding over her body possessively. “Always mine.”
She turns her head slightly, her amber eyes meeting mine, and the fire in her gaze matches the hunger still burning in me. “Yours,” she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. “Always.”