Chapter 3
Iclosed my eyes as the hot water washed off the sweat, filth, and blood.
Luca scrubbed my body with a washcloth and soap.
He loved taking care of me. He said it was to pay me back for saving his life and to feel useful after all that I’d done for him.
It made him happy, so I let him. Of course, I always enjoyed his attention.
When he finished, I quickly washed my hair as he lathered his body, keeping the blond curls that spilled over his ears dry.
I fingered back my hair and water from my face as Luca slowly dropped to his knees.
He was always submissive and obedient. It was how he’d been trained from such a young age.
It was so ingrained in his body and soul that we couldn’t get him to break free from it.
Instead, I used it as an opportunity for him to reclaim his control through consent.
My fingers threaded through his honey-wheat hair, and I grabbed a fistful of curls. His big, cornflower-blue eyes stared right up at me. “You don’t need to be on your knees for me, baby.”
“I want to be.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, now stop asking me and give me your cock.”
I grinned down at him and fisted my length, stroking it to get hard. Luca opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue.
I rested the tip there, and he suckled it, sending waves of euphoria through my body.
His tongue curled around the head before he swallowed me down whole.
Luca was fucking fantastic at giving head.
I struggled with letting him do it for a long time because he was trained to excel at sex, but with constant communication and consent, I learned to let it go, and he learned to accept my need to protect him.
His lips and nose reached the bed of hair without even gagging, and his hands moved to my hips, curling around my ass, where he dug his fingers into the flesh.
A groan slipped out of me as the pressure built. “Yeah, baby… God, your fucking mouth is perfect. You’re perfect.”
With two hands pressed against the sides of his head, I thrust in and out, but it was building too fast—too much pressure. I wasn’t ready to come yet, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his full lips swollen beautifully.
“Nothing’s wrong, Sunshine. I just need to be inside you now.”
He gnawed on his bottom lip and smiled as he stood. “Okay.”
I turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall before helping Luca out. I quickly dried him off and then myself. He yelped when I tossed him over my non-dominant shoulder.
“Careful, Angel.”
“I’m fine.”
He wasn’t very heavy, so it wasn’t exactly a strain.
When we got to our bedroom, I tossed him onto the bed. He bounced a few times, giggling.
I was about to hover over him and kiss him, but he shoved me away and made me lie on my back. “Please, Angel, don’t strain your wound. You can be just as sexy on your back. I’ll ride you.”
That was a common position for us since I got injured a lot. It wasn’t easy being an assassin who specialized in infiltration. It was usually just me against ten or more men. It had been over twenty men when I first stumbled onto Luca.
Years ago, once I got close to him—and protective of him—I started making a lot of mistakes because I was distracted. But I lived through it, eventually falling in love with this surprisingly fierce and adaptive man, who by all rights shouldn’t have been.
My fingers reached for him and played with a golden lock of hair. “I love you,” I said.
His smile was brighter than the sun; his eyes shimmered with love and wetness. He always got like that when I told him how I felt. It was why I told him all the time. If anyone appreciated being loved, it was Luca.
“I love you, too. I always have since the day we met.”
“You’re precious.” My fingers trailed down his smooth face. I also made sure to tell him how important he was in this world. He was the light, keeping the darkness at bay—my darkness.
Still smiling, he reached for the lube in the nightstand, poured some into his hand, and slathered it around my cock and his before shoving oiled fingers inside himself. We had enough sex that I didn’t need to open him up first.
When he was ready, he wiped his hands on the comforter, grabbed my cock, and hovered his ass over it before sinking down on it, straight to the root.
His eyes fluttered closed, and his lips parted while he adjusted to me, nimble fingers digging into my chest. Once his body fully accepted my cock, his eyes opened, and he looked down at me with a small smile.
My hands roamed over the smooth skin of his thighs, then rested on his hips. Luca raised his ass enough that the tip of my dick was still inside him, then slammed down. It was my turn to close my eyes and part my lips, breathing through the amazing pressure.
Soon, he picked up speed, but not enough to get me off quickly. If Luca was anything, he was a tease, bringing me to the brink before denying me my orgasm. He was incredibly playful, even as he edged me.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me. I’ve had a rough day,” I whined.
He snorted a laugh, but he didn't stop pumping on me, his curls bouncing around his face. “Okay, you can come, then. I’ll be nice.”
“Gee, thanks.”
He laughed again as he picked up speed. I thrust back into him, meeting his body halfway so that I could come faster. He was so slick with tight heat, squeezing the hell out of my cock. “God, you feel so fucking good. Always.”
Luca never said much, especially during sex, but I didn’t need to hear any words. Being with him was enough. It was perfect.
My cock burned for him. My balls were drawn up tight. My orgasm wasn’t far behind. The pressure tingled up and down my spine, and my skin broke out into a blanket of goosebumps.
Luca could tell I was close, so he twisted my nipple to pull the orgasm out of me. I wanted him to come, too, so I reached for his dick, which was resting thickly on my abs, and stroked him off.
Cute little grunts and whimpers came out of him. I never got tired of listening to him.
I breathed through the pressure, trying to get him to orgasm before me. “Come for me, Sunshine.”
His eyes closed, and he threw his head back, his movements slowing down, allowing himself just to feel it. Soon, hot spurts spattered over my stomach and chest.
Luca fell forward and rested his face in the crook of my neck, allowing me to grab his hips and rapidly pump into him. It didn’t take me long to follow him, filling him, marking him. My body exploded inside him while I overflowed with lust and love for my sunshine.