Chapter Seven
She didn’t step away when he loosened his grip.
Mara stayed right where she was, close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough that every breath they took tangled together. Her heart was still racing, but it wasn’t fear driving it now. It was something deeper. Something steadier.
“I hear you,” she said quietly. “And I want all of it.”
His eyes searched her face, sharp and intent, like he was looking for cracks. For doubt. For the moment she’d flinch away from the truth of him.
She didn’t.
“I’ve had lovers before,” she went on, voice steady even as her pulse thundered.
“Good ones. Bad ones. Men who wanted me, men who liked me, men who needed something from me.” She lifted her hand and rested it flat against his chest, right over his heart.
“But I’ve never felt this. Never felt ...
held like this. Claimed and protected at the same time. ”
His jaw flexed. “I don’t want you thinking about other lovers when you are here with me. I know you don’t belong to me, but right now... You. Are. Mine.”
“I know,” she said. “But I want you to know that I want to be here. With you. Right now. And I want you to stop holding yourself back like you’re afraid you’ll break me.
Yeah, I am younger than you, but I really don’t think that means anything in the grand scheme of things.
Unless you think you can’t satisfy me, but I am guessing that you can. ”
Something dark and hungry flickered through his gaze.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he said.
“I think I do.”
The silence stretched, tight and electric.
Then Luca moved.
His left hand slid up her back and into her hair, as his mouth came down on hers.
He used every inch of his height advantage to have her pressed completely against him, her neck arched, held strong by the hand he held in her hair, and the other wrapped around her back, pressing her into him.
He devoured her mouth, licking into her mouth, and driving her arousal to new heights, something no one had ever been able to do just with a kiss.
But this was more than just a kiss, it was possession, and Mara was all for it.
She melted against him, her fingers clutching his shirt at his waist and gave him her weight.
She had no idea how long he kissed her for—seconds, minutes, hours—it all merged into a hot intense moment in time she never wanted to end.
But when it did, there was no time to regret the loss of his lips, as he placed his mouth on her neck, using her hair to pull her head in the direction he wanted her to go to give him access to the sensitive skin of her neck.
His tongue, his teeth, the suction he applied had more heat building low within her body, making her wet with need.
She melted into it, a low sound slipping from her throat before she could stop it.
His hand tightened in her hair. “That sound,” he murmured against her neck. “Don’t hold it back. Every fucking sound you make is mine, and I want it.”
With a growl of impatience at encountering her shirt, he pulled back to wrench it open, popping the buttons and pulling the garment from her body.
She knew the moment he saw the bruises on her body.
He froze and went to take a step back. but she went with him, not allowing him to separate them completely.
“No,” she said with a growl of her own, one he appreciated if the twitch from his cock she felt even through his trousers was anything to go by. “Am I bruised? Yes. Did it hurt? Yes. Am I dying? No. But if you stop now, I just might kill you.”
There was a moment of hesitation in Luca’s expression that had Mara thinking she was going to have to resort to violence to get his man to take her, but then his expression morphed to one of hunger.
“Then this will not be what I want it to be, not yet,” he moved toward her, stripping her of every inch of clothing, and setting her on the foot of the bed.
“I want to take my time, drive you up over and over, and not let you fall into the abyss without me. I want to watch as you go to your knees and take me to the back of your throat as I fuck your mouth and you take every fucking drop I have to give you.” With every word he spoke, her arousal level spiked.
“You don’t have the freedom of movement you will need for much of what I want to do to you, and I’ll be damned if I hurt you. ”
He grabbed a pillow from behind her, then encouraged her to lie down on the mattress so that she was lying before him, her legs dangling from the mattress, but propped up enough to be able to watch him.
She watched mesmerized as he removed his own clothing. Fuck, he was hot. He might be 41 years old, but his body screamed that he’d worked hard over those 41 years. There were scars that told her he’d fought, and been injured, but he had muscles, dips and valleys in all the right places.
As she watched, he stroked his full cock, from root to tip as he ran his eyes down her body. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His voice was nothing but a low grumble, and it had her shivering, her body heating beneath his gaze. “Christ, I can smell your arousal, so sweet, so fucking addictive.”
Without warning, he dropped to his knees, used his hands to spread her thighs, and then placed his mouth directly on her pussy. She screamed when he thrust his tongue deep within her and applied a wicked amount of suction that flirted with the edge of pain but did not cross that line.
Mara’s entire body arched up off the bed as she ground her pussy against his mouth. Luca smacked her ass cheek, making her squeal, and drop back to the mattress.
“No, this is my time, you can fuck my face later, but this,” he swept his tongue around her clit making her shiver, “this first time is for me. I will take you like this, and swallow every drop of cream you give me, and then I am going to fuck you so hard you will forget every other man you have ever given access to your beautiful fucking body, and know that from now on, it will only be me.”
Then his mouth was back on her, and his hands were holding her down, so that she could do nothing but take what he had to give her.
His teeth, his tongue, the suction, the way he used his nose to rub against her clit while he used his tongue to thrust inside her had her writhing and crying out as her body began to shake uncontrollably.
Then she was coming harder than she ever had, every muscle in her body locked as she screamed his name to the world and rode out the orgasm he threw her into.
When she assumed he would stop and pull back to fuck her in truth, he continued, taking her up a second time and throwing her once more into the maelstrom of pleasure that had her sobbing his name, and rolling her hips against him helplessly.
Then, when she collapsed against the bed, breath coming in gasps, he stood before her, his very impressive erection bobbing in front of him. “Are you on birth control, guerriera?”
“I’m sorted,” she said breathlessly, wriggling to place her ass closer to the edge of the bed. “All taken care of.”
He grinned, the sexiest smile she had ever seen on a man. “Oh, baby, you are not taken care of yet. We are just getting started.”
Then he moved to stand closer to her, spread her legs, and gripped the top of her thighs. Bent and spread as they were, he was able to use that leverage to pull her into him as he thrust forward, and on the first pull he was buried to the hilt, and she cried out.
“Fuck!” Luca cursed, throwing his head back, the muscles on his chest and shoulders straining. “You feel so fucking tight, and good, and fucking tight. Shit! Mara, did I hurt you?”
“No,” she groaned, “now move!”
With a growl, he moved, pulling out until he almost slid from her, then slamming home again.
In this position, all she could do was lie there and take it, and Luca was in complete control, and he used that control expertly.
Slamming into her over and over, his hips pistoning against her, and rubbing her in just the right way to have her body release wave after wave of moisture that not only eased his possession but added to her pleasure.
Soon, his movements became more fierce, less rhythmic and more frantic.
He lifted her legs so that her feet were on either side of his head, the angle having the added benefit of having him rub against that spot deep within her that was going to throw her into another massive orgasm she could feel building within her.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lost control, slamming against her.
And that was all she could take. She threw her hands out to grip the blankets, screaming her pleasure again to the room, and coming so hard she saw stars.
Even through the throes of her own release, she heard Luca roar his own pleasure to the world, and felt the hot pulse of his essence within her.
She was pretty sure she must have passed out because when she became aware of her surroundings once more, she was tucked up against Luca’s body, lying in the bed with her head on his shoulder.
The two of them still breathing heavily with sweat drying on their bodies.
She could feel his release sliding from her.
She wrinkled her nose.
“What?” Luca asked, his voice slightly raspy, and she had to admit she loved knowing that it was because she made him roar her name as much as he did her.
“I am not sleeping in the wet spot,” she said with a sigh, snuggling closer until she was practically on top of him. “And I am not cleaning the sheets in the morning.”
Luca laughed, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
“I will take care of it, guerriera.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“It means warrior,” he kissed her on the head, tightening his hold on her for a moment, “because that is exactly what you are.”
She was quiet for a moment, letting the moment and the evening settle within her.
“This doesn’t feel temporary to me,” she said quietly.
He sighed.
“No,” he admitted. “For me either.”
She turned her head to look at him. “Good. Because I don’t do disposable.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Apparently, neither do I. Now.”
Mara reached up and brushed her fingers along his jaw, feeling the roughness there, the man beneath the myth.
“Then here’s my answer,” she said, meeting his eyes without flinching.
“I choose you. Not because it’s easy but because it’s honest. Because I know exactly what I’m stepping into—and I want it anyway. ”
Something fierce and tender crossed his face all at once.
Luca bent his head and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in like a vow.
“Then I’m yours,” he said quietly. “And I don’t give that lightly.”