Chapter 22 Aliénor
ALIéNOR
He put my suitcase on a table in his walk-in closet so I could easily access whatever I needed.
Then he stripped, pulling the long-sleeved shirt over his head and leaving it on the floor for his butler to take care of later.
He stepped out of his boots and dropped his jeans until he was in nothing but his boxers beside me.
I stared at his back, so chiseled and defined, the scars almost unnoticeable in the collage of muscles.
He opened a drawer and revealed a stack of sweatpants, in different shades of gray and black. He grabbed the one on top and pulled them over his tight ass before he returned to the bedroom.
It was like a little strip show.
I didn’t look good in pajamas the way he did in sweatpants, so I kept my outfit on.
I followed him to the sitting room and saw him already seated on the couch with a glass of scotch on the table in front of him.
He must have started the fire a second ago because there were new flames consuming the logs in the hearth.
I joined him in the living room, seeing the glass of wine already sitting there.
He looked me over, but not in a good way, as if he liked what he saw, but with a hint of disapproval.
“What?”
“Why are you wearing that?”
“Clothes?”
“How am I supposed to grab your ass in jeans?” he asked point-blank.
“Well, I don’t have anything cute like you do.”
“Cute?” he asked.
“Yeah…your sweatpants are really sexy.”
He didn’t smirk at the compliment.
“Well, you make them look really sexy.”
“The top drawer of my dresser.” He nodded back toward the bedroom. “Wear one of my shirts.”
I felt a chill at the prospect. His big shirt would be like a blanket over my body, Imbued with the scent of his laundry detergent. The ownership of having his shirt, and the ownership he would possess watching me wear one of his shirts.
I returned to the closet and opened the drawer to find the stack of clean clothes there. Shirts, socks, boxers. I grabbed the one on top, black with the expensive label printed at the back of the neck. I undressed and put it on, leaving only my panties underneath.
It fit me like I expected, like a long pea coat without sleeves, a thin but warm blanket.
It fell to just above my knee, and the neckline was so big, it exposed one of my shoulders.
When I came back into the room, I saw him sitting in the glow of the fire, firing off a text on his phone, his skin a beautiful complexion in the light.
I stared at him for a moment, examining his profile and his hard jawline, the thickness of his shoulders. For a man who didn’t seem to care about anyone, he sure seemed to care about me. He had given me a life that had been taken away. A new start.
I moved past the armchair and approached the couch.
He left the phone on the coffee table and looked at me again. This time, I was met with quiet approval, his eyes dropping down to where my legs were exposed past the voluminous shirt. His hand moved underneath the shirt to my ass, and he tugged me forward.
I gently fell on top of him, and his hard body caught me. I landed in a perfect snuggle in his arms, his back against the corner of the couch, his chest the hardest but most comfortable mattress I’d ever lain on.
Like he knew exactly how to treat a woman, he pulled me into him and locked me in place.
In the comfort of his arms, I stared at the fire, feeling his chest gently rise and fall with the calm breaths he took. His fingers moved, lightly touching the strands of my hair. I could lie like that forever, basking in the protection of the only man who could slay my demons.
At least half an hour passed, but it felt like a minute or two. The silent comfort of his presence, the way we could just be together without the pressure of expectation. I wanted this man inside me, but I wanted to feel him in my heart too.
I adjusted myself so I could look at him, see the hard eyes that rarely softened. “I would love to know what happened…if you want to tell me.” I wanted to know everything about him, everything he was willing to share.
He seemed to understand what I was referring to. The hard question I’d asked at dinner.
His eyes shifted away, and he looked at the fire for a while.
A quiet breath started in his chest, and it rose and rose until his lungs ran out of space.
Then he let it out slowly. “My mom was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Trusted a man she never should have trusted. She should have come first, but she came last—every fucking time.” He gave a slow nod before he looked at me again.
“And my father…got what he deserved in the end.”
He carried me to the bed and dropped me onto the surface.
I bounced slightly on the mattress, and then he snaked his hands under my shirt and tugged it up before he yanked down my panties.
His big hands grabbed the backs of my thighs, and he pulled me gently until he had me where he wanted me.
He kissed my belly, the skin below my tits, swiping his tongue around my belly button ring before he moved down, slowly inching to the area between my thighs.
He kissed everything, my inner thighs, the delicate skin along the edge of my folds, making me breathe heavily in anticipation.
I wasn’t used to this. Men rarely offered, and for years, it had been my job to give pleasure, not receive it. And Luca was the last man I’d expected to give it, especially without my asking.
His mouth finally landed on my heat, and instead of starting gentle and slow, he rushed me with the carnal hunger of a wild animal.
His tongue danced with my clit the same way his tongue danced with mine when we kissed.
There was no restraint or hesitancy when he took me, like he wanted this for himself, not for me.
I hissed between clenched teeth and moaned like a cry. I dug my fingers into his hair. My body arched and my hips rolled. There was so much energy packed into my small body that couldn’t be contained. I moaned and panted, feeling so much pleasure that I simply couldn’t take it.
And he continued like he didn’t care if it was too much. He ate me alive, tugged on my clit with his teeth, drowned me in so much stimulation.
I lasted a minute or so before I released like an overheated engine about to combust. My head rolled back, and I looked at his high ceiling and the detailed crown moldings with the chandelier in the center, swept away by the riptide of pleasure that nearly cut me in two.
“Jesus, Luca…” This man always made me come hard, but that was different.
Completely one-sided. Completely in my favor. Generous.
His bottoms were gone, and then he climbed on top of me, tugging my legs and hips until I was in place.
I should be the one climbing on top of him and bouncing on his dick, but I was still paralyzed by the rush that had left my fingers and toes numb.
Languid, I let him bend me how he wanted me, and then he shoved his hard thickness inside me and infiltrated me with no preamble.
But I was soaked from his kiss, and the arousal he generated inside me would coat my channel once he started to thrust.
He grabbed me by the neck and squeezed, his thumb pressed hard into the surface.
At full speed like at the start of a sprint, he pounded deep into me like this was the first time he’d had me, like he was erasing the existence of every man who came before.
He’d dismissed me from his home and his life, but now, he was the one who fucked me like he owned me.
He was so hard inside me. His eyes were wild and aggressive, like the darkest midnight. He fucked me like a whore, and because I was more than that, it was actually meaningful. He made me feel wanted. More wanted than the men who’d paid top dollar for me to stay in their bed for the night.
This moment was entirely for him because he pumped until he came, giving me a load that he’d fully earned.
His hand squeezed my throat as he finished, and his thumb moved to the corner of my mouth and pressed into the skin, slipping between my lips until he felt my tongue.
His own mouth had a shine from where he’d kissed me before.
His hard eyes lost their edge as the high slowly faded, as the blood retreated from his plump muscles.
He pulled away and let my stiff joints loosen from the way he’d bent me.
Then without a word, he walked into the bathroom and started the shower.
I lay there and let the sweat evaporate from my skin before I crawled up on the bed and pulled the covers over me. I’d intended to get up and use the restroom and wash my face, but once I was in the nicest bed I’d ever slept in, I felt myself drift away.
I woke up sometime later when he came to bed and pulled back the sheets. My tired eyes opened to see him put his phone on the nightstand. The screen was aglow and I saw that it was two in the morning, so he’d been awake awhile before he came to bed.
It was the first time I’d slept over, the first time I would see him from night until morning, and that made me shift to his side of the bed and cuddle into his side.
I felt the heat of his body when I got close.
Felt his chest rise from the breaths he took.
My cheek found his hard shoulder, and I rested my hand on his arm.
He didn’t move away from me.
The second I closed my eyes, I was gone.