Chapter 3 Luca #2
She gasps, hips jerking. "Oh my God."
I pin her down with one arm across her stomach, my other hand spreading her wide for me.
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, circling, testing, learning every sound she makes.
When I finally close my mouth around her and suck, she nearly flies off the bed.
"Luca! Fuck!"
I slide one finger inside her while I work her with my mouth, and Christ, she's tight.
So fucking tight it makes me dizzy thinking about how she'll feel around my cock.
I add a second finger, stretching her gently, curling them to find that spot where it all begins.
Her inner walls clench around me, and she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"That's it, baby," I murmur against her. "Let go for me."
I thrust my fingers deeper, faster, never stopping the flicks of my tongue on her clit.
She's close—I can feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her thighs begin to tremble.
"Luca, I'm gonna—I can't—"
"Come for me, Belle."
She screams my name like a vixen, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
I guide her down slow, easing my touch, kissing her softly through the tremors until she's nothing but shivers and breathless little whimpers.
I raise my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You taste even better than I imagined."
She looks dazed, her hair a wild mess around her head. "That was... I've never..."
"Never what?" I ask, crawling up her body to hover over her.
She blushes again, avoiding my eyes. "I've never... finished like that before."
"Never?"
She shakes her head. "And I've never..." She takes a deep breath. "I've never been with anyone. Like this."
The words take a moment to sink in.
"You're a virgin?"
She nods, chin lifted like she's daring me to make it a problem.
Christ. An innocent in my bed. In my world.
Her father delivered her to the devil and she's choosing to let me corrupt her.
The last decent thing I should do is stop.
Instead, my cock gets harder.
She's never walking away now. Not when I'm about to ruin her for anyone else.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask. "We can stop."
She nods, reaching for my pants.
Fuck. I've never wanted a woman more in my life.
I strip off, and from the way she stares, I think my hard, veiny cock passes the test.
"I'll go slow." I settle between her thighs. "Tell me if it hurts too much."
I reach between us to stroke her, making sure she's still wet and ready.
Oh lord, she's dripping.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her.
"Look at me."
Her eyes meet mine, a pool of desire.
I push forward, just the tip breaching her.
So tight.
So hot.
So perfect.
Her breath catches, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"You okay?" I ask through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to slam all the way in.
"I want more."
I press deeper, inch by inch, watching her.
She closes her eyes and bites her lip, that slow smile on her face screaming that she's got no regrets.
When I hit her barrier, I pause. "This is going to hurt a little. Hold onto me."
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.
Against her lips, I whisper, "I've got you."
I thrust forward, steady and inexorable, breaking through the proof of her innocence.
She cries out, body seizing tight around me, and I freeze—buried deep, every muscle straining as I hold myself still.
"Easy," I murmur against her skin, pressing kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. "Breathe for me, baby."
Slowly, her tension unravels. She exhales, soft, her body yielding beneath mine.
"I'm okay," she whispers, and fuck if the sound of her breathy voice doesn't caress every sense in me.
I move inside her slow, drawing out every inch before pressing back in.
A rhythm that coaxes, that claims, until her body learns me.
"Fuck, Belle," I groan. "You feel amazing."
She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle to take me deeper. "So do you," she gasps.
I pick up the pace slightly, still careful not to hurt her.
She's so tight around me, like a silken fist, and it's taking every ounce of control not to pound into her the way my body is screaming to.
"More," she demands, digging her heels into my ass. "Harder."
Well, then, I'll be damned. Mama taught me not to let a woman down.
I shift my weight, bracing one hand beside her head, using the other to lift her hips.
The new angle lets me drive deeper, harder, and she cries out with each thrust.
"Yes, Luca! Like that!"
I watch her face as I fuck her, mesmerized by the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter closed then open again, not wanting to miss a moment.
She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
She slides a hand between us, finding her clit.
The sight of her pleasuring herself while I'm inside her nearly sends me over the edge.
"That's it, baby," I encourage. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Her movements become frantic, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
Her inner walls start to flutter around me, and I know she's close.
"Luca, I'm—"
"Come for me, Belle."
She explodes with a scream, her body clamping down on me like a hot massage, pulling me toward the edge.
I pound into her harder, chasing my own release.
The well of pleasure erupts like a volcano, and my vision goes hazy.
The world's a blur as I bury myself to the hilt when I come, filling her with hot pulses.
"Fuck," I groan, collapsing onto my forearms.
We lie there, panting, sweaty, joined. I can feel her heartbeat around my cock, still buried inside her.
I've never felt anything so perfect.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth.
She turns her head, catching my lips in a soft, lazy kiss.
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. She needs to understand what just happened. What it means.
"You're mine now." Not a whisper. Not a question. A declaration. "Your father thought he was paying a debt with you. He was wrong."
Her eyes search mine, wary despite the pleasure still glazing them. "What do you mean?"
"I mean he gave me something priceless." I brush my thumb across her swollen lips. "And I don't give back what's mine, Belle. Ever."
Something flickers in her eyes, fear or arousal, maybe both.
"That's very final," she breathes.
"Get used to final." I kiss her again, slow and possessive. "Get used to mine."