Chapter 13 Luca #2
Feeling her felt like coming home for him. He almost hated to say what he did next, but he needed to make sure that she was completely with him. “You still get a choice,” he said, his voice low. It wasn’t a lie—not tonight.
Her eyes searched his—steady and focused.
“I know,” she breathed, “and I’m not saying no.
” That was all he needed. Luca kissed her like a man who was starving, and she was his last meal.
It wasn’t careful or restrained. This wasn’t the controlled version of himself that he’d been giving her.
This was everything he’d been holding back—every ounce of his pent-up desire for Isabella.
Her hands came up instantly, gripping his shirt like she’d been waiting for him, too. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—just heat meeting heat. That almost made him lose control right there—almost.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, breathing heavier now, watching her every reaction and every shift.
And that’s when he caught it. Something was off.
It was subtle, but he had noticed it. The way that she held herself, and the way that her breath stuttered, not from nerves, not exactly, but from unfamiliarity.
Luca stilled as soon as the realization that she was inexperienced hit him.
“You’ve never done this before.” It wasn’t a question. It had been a damn long time since he had been with a virgin, but all the signs were there.
Her eyes flickered, and for a split second, he thought that she might not tell him the truth.
“No.” The word was quiet, and Luca’s jaw tightened.
He didn’t step back from her, but everything around him seemed to move in slow motion because this wasn’t just about taking what he wanted anymore.
This mattered, and he knew that he needed to make it special for his new wife.
“You sure that you want to do this?” he asked. “We can wait if you’re not ready, honey.”
Her hand tightened on his shirt. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you, Luca. I never wanted to be with anyone else before, but you’ve changed something in me. I want things with you that I’ve never wanted with any other man.
Luca nodded and then kissed her again—but slower this time—more deliberate.
He took his time, letting her feel him, and trying to move at her pace.
His hands moved with purpose—not rough, not rushed—just enough to guide Isabella without overwhelming her.
And she responded perfectly. She stayed with him and didn’t seem to be afraid of what was going to happen next, and that told him everything.
He moved her back a step, and then another, until the bed hit the back of her legs. She didn’t break eye contact as she sat on the mattress, and Luca followed her down, hands steady, gaze locked on hers the entire time.
“Look at me,” he said quietly. She didn’t even blink at his command.
He didn’t want to rush her or lose control with her, even when every part of him wanted to do just that.
When her hands started pulling him closer, and her breathing changed, he stayed steady, because this wasn’t just about what he wanted.
This was about her trusting him, and he wasn’t going to break her trust. Not tonight—not ever.
He stood from the bed, quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt, as her eyes seemed to burn a hole right through him. She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his chest as he imagined how her sexy mouth would feel around his cock.
“You keep looking at me like that, and this is going to be over before we even get started,” he growled.
“How am I looking at you?” she asked.
“Like you want to eat me alive,” he said.
She gave him her shy, sexy smile and nodded. “Well, maybe that’s exactly what I want to do to you, Luca. I just need you to tell me what to do.” He wanted to tell her that she was doing exactly what he wanted her to do, just by being here with him, but that wasn’t what she meant.
“You can do whatever you want to with me, honey,” he said. He slid his pants down his legs, letting his cock spring free, and she gasped. He hated that she suddenly looked unsure about everything.
“Um,” she squeaked, “will we fit?”
Luca stroked himself, giving her a show. “Oh, we’ll fit, honey,” he promised.
“I hear that it hurts—you know, the first time,” she stuttered.
“Only for a second, and I promise to make this good for you, Isabella.” He wasn’t sure that he’d be able to keep that promise if she kept staring at his cock, but he wanted to try.
“I think you need to be naked now, too,” he growled. He pulled her to the end of the bed, helping her to stand so that he could get her out of her dress. She turned, letting him unzip her dress, and when it hit the ground, he realized that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
He sucked in air, “You’re not wearing any undergarments, honey,” he said. It sounded as though he was accusing her of wrongdoing when he actually wanted to praise her.
“I didn’t have time to go out and pick up any sexy lingerie, so I decided not to wear any.” He pressed himself against her bare back and palmed her breasts. She was a perfect handful for him, and the way that she leaned back against him, moaning out her pleasure—well, that was damn near perfect.
“You’re so fucking hot, Isabella,” he breathed into her ear.
“You don’t need sexy lingerie.” That was the truth.
She was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and she was his.
Luca’s possessive nature was in full throttle since Isabella said her vows, and now, it was even worse.
He wanted her, and if he didn’t keep his cool, he’d end up taking what he wanted and not keeping his promise to make her first time special.
“Will you fuck me now?” she moaned.
“No,” he whispered, running his hand down her body. “Spread your legs.” She did as he asked, and he couldn’t help but praise her. “Good girl.”
Isabella moaned as he ran his fingers through her wet folds. “That feels good,” she hummed.
“I want this to be more than good, baby,” he whispered, withdrawing his fingers. She mewled in protest, and he couldn’t help his chuckle as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered. She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked, lying back on the bed. He spread her legs again and settled between them. She damn near bucked off the bed when he licked through her pussy.
“Hold still,” he ordered. She whimpered and nodded down at him, covering her eyes with her hands. “Look at me,” he demanded, not wanting her to hide from him.
She looked down her body, and he smiled up at her as he held her down to the bed, licking through her folds again.
This time, she moaned out her pleasure, but kept still for him.
And when Isabella came, shamelessly riding his mouth, taking what she needed from him, he knew that he’d never get enough of her.
Luca kissed his way up her body. “Are you ready?” he asked. She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
“Ready,” she said against his lips. He hated that this next part was going to hurt her, but bring him so much pleasure, but he knew that it wouldn’t last forever.
He slowly pushed through her opening, his cock throbbing with need.
He tried to go slowly until she begged him to fill her.
When he finally pushed past that last line, her body tensed under him, and Luca stilled instantly.
His hand came up, gripping her jaw lightly—not to control her, but to anchor her.
“Hey,” he said low. “Stay with me.” Her breath shook, but her eyes stayed locked on his.
“I’m with you, Luca,” she assured. He still waited, not moving or pushing her for more yet. He gave her a second, and then another, until the tension eased and she leaned into him instead of away. That was the moment he’d been waiting for.
Luca moved again, slower this time, watching her reaction, adjusting to her—not taking, not pushing, but matching her thrust for thrust. He was giving her as much control as he possibly could.
She held onto him like he meant something to her—like she wasn’t going anywhere.
The room felt as though it had disappeared after that.
There was no war, and no family vendettas—just her.
The way she said his name under her breath, and the way her body adjusted to him instead of fighting him, told him all that he needed to know.
She meant it when she promised to stay with him.
He didn’t want to label what they had between them, but a part of him knew that he was falling for her.
In such a short time, Isabella had come to mean more to him than any other person had in a damn long time. She was his family now.
Luca waited for her to cry out his name, and then, he found his own release.
He pumped into her body, spilling his seed deep inside of her, and the only thing he could say was, “Mine.” Because she was his now, whether she liked it or not.
Luca was breathing heavier than he should’ve been, his forehead pressed briefly to hers as he steadied himself.
It wasn’t just about the sex or his release. It meant something to be with Isabella like this. His hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her there for a second longer than necessary. “You okay?” he asked.
Her lips parted slightly. “Yeah,” she said, gifting him with a smile.
“Will you stay here with me?” he asked. As far as he was concerned, she was his wife now and belonged in his bed every night, but he wanted her to want to be there with him.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.