Page 72 of Siren's Heart

And I want him to keep looking at me the way he does. Full of admiration and affection, so much that it brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart feel light like a feather.

"Luca," I whine and let my hands explore his back. I'm not even sure what I want. What I need from him.

But he does. That man can read me like a book, and it's amazing. Slowly, he starts moving, the pain in my core subsiding as the air fills with his grunts and my whines and moans, along with the sound of him thrusting inside me. It's obscene and primal, and it turns me on like nothing else. Fuck.

"You drive me crazy," he mumbles against my throat, as he starts to pick up his pace. "I swear to God, I could spend all day inside you and still not get enough."

He reaches between us and presses his thumb against my clit. My back arches involuntarily, and he uses the opportunity to catch one of my nipples with his lips again.

Before I know it, the familiar pressure in my core announces itself once again. "Luca, I'm cumming."

"Almost there, too," he grits out, and his pace becomes hectic and erratic. “Going to cum inside you. Now, do it, Sunshine. I'm right there with you."

At once, I come apart, shouting his name and digging my fingers into his back as my whole body starts shaking again, pulsing around him as he continues to drive into me.

"Fuck, Sunshine," he growls and bucks inside me only a few more times before I feel his warm cum spurting inside me. "You feel so fucking good."

It feels weird. I've never let any of my former boyfriends fuck me without a condom, but Luca? I want him without any borders and with nothing separating the two of us. I only fear that I might become addicted to this feeling.

With a deep, happy sigh, he becomes still, a drop of sweat running down his throat as both of us try to catch our breath.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He presses a kiss to my lips, and I can't help but smile into it.

"You're kind of amazing yourself."

When he pulls out of me, I start giggling at the obscenely squelching sound. "I need a nickname for you too."

"Oh yeah?" He lies down next to me, capturing one of my curls and twisting it around his finger. "Like what? God?"

"Muffin?" I giggle, and he shakes his head, letting his hand wander between my legs.

"I'm officially veto-ing Muffin," he lets me know, and then he curses. "Feeling my cum drip out of you is really fucking hot, by the way."

"It feels really fucking hot, too," I say with a smile. I don't think I'll be able to wipe this smile off my face all day.

I eye Luca as he steps out of my bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. God, what did I do to deserve a man like that? I'll never get tired of looking at him and his muscles as they move while he walks.

Let's be honest, he could sit in a chair covered from head to toe, and I'd still find him hot as fuck.

Just out of the shower is definitely a bonus, though, so I lift my phone and raise my eyebrow at him in question, giving him my best attempt at puppy eyes. Instantly, he smiles and strikes a pose, with his arm behind his head and flexing his abs. What an idiot. My idiot.

With a little 'oof,' he throws himself onto the couch next to me, laying his head on my shoulder and snaking his arms around my middle. I love that he always reaches for me, always has the need to touch me in some way.

"Kayla told me to go online today," I tell him, and he stiffens.

"Do you... want to?" He lifts his head to look at me. "I can look and tell you…if you don't want to check it out yourself."

I take a deep breath. His offer is sweet, but I don't think that would work for me. I need to see it for myself.

"Let's look together?" I propose and he nods, pulling me into his lap so he can look at my screen over my shoulder more easily. My heart pounds in my chest. It’s because of his arms around me, the way his thumb caresses my hip reassuringly, and because I'm really fucking nervous about looking at social media.

But what I see pushes the air out of my lungs. But in a good way.

AdamWalker: This is atrocious. Millie has such a pure soul, and she doesn't deserve this. Leave her alone!

MadReed: Violence is never the answer. What kind of loser do you have to be to attack a celebrity? #StayStrongMillie, we love you!

Both of them have shared an article detailing yesterday's incidents.

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