Chapter 26 #2
When I opened the door, the unobstructed sight of him stole the air from my lungs.
He was more beautiful than I remembered, and the magnetism between us was impossibly strong after our brief separation.
He was dressed casually, t-shirt and jeans, but his hair was neatly styled, and his face was unreadable, making my stomach clench with unease.
“Hey,” I offered softly. “Come in.” I stepped back, making room for him, sure to lock the door behind him.
He didn’t off a greeting, not with words.
Luca was a man of action, and he let his body do the talking.
Stepping close, his eyes devoured my face, searching, learning, memorizing every detail.
I would never be more revered than I was in this man’s eyes.
He cupped either side of my face, and I stared into those black eyes, twin vortexes sucking me deeper into the depths of his darkness.
He had become the air I breathed, and only now that I was with him again did I feel alive.
My lips tingled with the urge to kiss him. His hands ran up my back, pulling me closer until I was pressed flush against him. I could feel his length hardening, pressing against the confines of his pants, and I reveled in the knowledge that he was just as addicted to me as I was him.
My hands found their way to his belt, fumbling at the buckle before he took over and made quick work of it.
I slid my hands up under his shirt to the delicious warmth of his hard stomach.
As his pants dropped to the ground, I slid my hands lower and cupped his solid length.
The warmth of his stomach was nothing compared to the searing heat of his cock.
Our lips devoured one another as each article of clothing was discarded to the floor.
He stood back for a moment and took in my bandages and the exposed wounds that were small enough to heal on their own.
His face went feral with the promise of revenge.
Uncomfortable under his gaze, I maneuvered my arms to hide some of the uncovered wounds, but he grabbed my hands and pulled them away.
“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see you, all of you.”
“Luca, there are going to be scars—I won’t look like I did before.” My eyes fell as worry set in.
“Look at me,” he commanded, waiting to continue until my eyes met his.
“There’s nothing that man did or could ever have done that would make you any less beautiful to me.
Understand?” He paused, waiting for my agreement.
“Now, I know you’re still hurt, but I need to be inside you, feel you, know that you’re mine. ”
His guttural demand roused an aching need in my core, making my breaths shaky and shallow. “I’m okay, you won’t hurt me.”
Luca lifted me into his arms gingerly and walked us back to my bed where he lay me down, hovering over me.
For long minutes, he worshipped every inch of my body, kissing, sucking, licking until I was writhing with need.
Not waiting for permission, Luca lined up his cock with my entrance and pressed inside me in one long motion.
My eyes went wide at the delicious pressure of my body adjusting to his size, and his eyes held mine as his fingers entwined with my own.
Allowing me an unguarded view into his soul, Luca made love to me. He flayed me open, bare for him, the swell of electric pressure building inside me, threatening to shatter me.
“I love you, Alessia. You’re mine, and I can’t let you go. Not now, not ever,” he rasped as he pumped inside me.
His words ignited my fuse, sending me careening over the edge into a place without rules or boundaries—a place where it was only the two of us and infinite serenity.
As he rocked into me languidly, allowing me to coast on the waves of pleasure he’d given me, I was swallowed by a swell of emotion.
An emotion so blinding and pure, there was no mistaking it.
Love.
I was in love with Luca Romano.
Regardless of what he did for a living or who he associated with, I loved this man.
My eyes drifted open, and I met his gaze, knowing every bit of my revelation was being broadcasted on my face.
He stilled, his body going eerily motionless above me, and I wondered if I had done something wrong.
There could have been no misunderstanding his words, but his reaction to my confession was unsettling—such disturbing intensity, I squirmed under his scrutiny.
Whatever had come over him only lasted a matter of seconds.
His eyes blazed with triumph and determination before he pulled out and slammed back into me.
I gasped at the blinding stab of sensation his assault created in my sensitive core.
Over and over, he pummeled into my body with the ferocity of a man possessed, as if he were trying to force his way inside me until we were one body.
Still stimulated from my orgasm, my body was instantly back on the precipice, but this time, the building pressure was too much. I panted and flexed, trying to control the feeling that threatened to annihilate me.
Without pausing for breath, Luca demanded my submission. “Don’t fight it, Alessia. Don’t fight me. Give it to me, give me everything.”
My body detonated, limbs convulsing, and an inhuman cry tore from my throat. At the same time, Luca roared his release, dropping his head down like a man kneeling at an altar.
He was just as much a prisoner to this thing between us as I was.
The realization struck me as I coasted down from my orgasmic high. Luca lowered himself and nuzzled my neck, placing reverent kisses against my sweat-lined skin. Our bodies heaved with exertion, intertwined as we recovered together silently.
I was at peace when I was with Luca. I didn’t feel the need to prove myself or strive for acceptance. With him, I wasn’t just enough—I was everything. He accepted me just as I was, and I owed him nothing less.
Love was unconditional, and I felt that when I was with him.
I never wanted to lose that feeling.
“I love you, too,” I whispered in the dimly lit room, and the words hung in the air. I didn’t feel as nervous voicing them as I thought I would. They were a natural part of this thing that had grown between us.
Luca stared at my face until I gave in and met his gaze. “Say you’re mine. I want to hear the words.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours.” I wanted to say the words—I wanted to be his.
Neither of us said another word. There was no reason for any other sentiment. As complex as everything else was, what existed between us was simple, and there was no need to sully it. He rolled to his side and pulled me back against his chest where I fit perfectly into the curve of his body.
I never imagined myself with a man like Luca, but now that I had him, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Plans and aspirations were great, but sometimes, life threw a curveball, and you simply had to adjust your swing.
My family was in the mafia, as was the man I loved.
It wasn’t the life I’d seen for myself, but it was the life I was choosing—my new path, which promised to be every bit an adventure.