Page 71 of Siren's Heart

"Only the morning," he says sadly. "I need to go in around one." I check the time on my phone and nod. That's still quite a bit off, so I relax against him and take another sip of my coffee.

We drink them silently, each of us trailing after our own thoughts. Mine are circulating around our show, as I force myself not to think about yesterday.

There's that one piece of choreography that I can't reconcile with where the cameras are and where I'm supposed to look. It wouldn't be the end of the world if I can't manage it, but I'm trying to come up with a way to make it.

When my mug is empty, Luca takes it from my hands and puts it next to his on my nightstand before snaking his now free arm around me as well, sighing contentedly as he buries his face against the crook of my neck. Goosebumps spread on my skin, and I shudder when he starts kissing me there, his breath blowing over my sensitive skin.

"Luca?" I whisper, anxious that speaking loudly will break this little bubble of intimacy we find ourselves in.

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you," I confess, keeping my eyes straight ahead. His breath hitches, and I feel him gulp, his arms tightening around me, and now he puts his legs over mine as well, clinging to me like a koala, making my heart flutter like a bird’s wings. “No. I’m certain of it.”

"I'm pretty sure I'm already there, too," he whispers, and my breath hitches, emotion building in my throat. "You're very easy to love, Sunshine."

"And you're very easy to fall in love with," I giggle and squirm, turning until I straddle him, and I can look into his eyes. His cheeks are flush, and his hands are nervously kneading my thighs.

God, he's so handsome. The small freckles scattered across his face, the small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from laughing so much, I want to memorize all of it, burn it into my brain so I can pull his image in front of my eyes when he’s not next to me. I'm attracted to him like a moth to the flame, and like flowers to the sun; his absence dulls my sparkle.

I don't even realize that our faces are moving toward each other until our lips meet. With a happy sigh, I cup his face with my hands as he kisses me until my whole body begins to tremble, my fingertips gently digging into his scalp while his tongue asks for entrance. We kiss like two people who are starving for each other, and maybe I am–starving for his attention, for his touch.

I draw in a sharp breath when his hands wander up my body, under my sleep shirt, to trace a path over my naked skin. I gasp when he reaches my nipple, breathing a small moan when he rubs it between his fingers, pleasure shooting straight from my breast to my core.

A surge of heat spreads in my body like wildfire, and I squirm in his lap. His fingers dig into my ribs at the friction, and with one swift movement, my back hits the mattress, legs locked around his waist as he kisses me like a man finding water in the desert.

Grinding his hard length against me, he swallows my moan, sending sparks through every single inch of my body. And when his hand reaches between my legs, he sets my insides ablaze.

"You're so perfect for me," he whispers against my lips, his fingers finding my folds. "I want to take you apart, piece by piece."

All I can answer is a whine, as his lips trail down my throat.

"I want to remember every inch of you for when we're apart." With his nose, he trails a light path down to my shoulder. "Want to memorize every curve of your body, every spot that makes you sound like this."

His lips close around my nipple, and I whimper, making him chuckle around it.

"Hmmm, such a pretty sound," he growls with a smile playing at his lips, his fingers gently teasing my entrance. "You're so ready for me already. Fuck."

I groan when he slips his fingers inside me, stretching me until I'm ready for him.

Kissing his way further down my body, I twist and turn under his touch. It's too much, yet not enough at the same time. Then again, it’s never going to be enough. I will never have enough of him.

His fingers pumping inside me, his thumb circling my clit, his warm breath on my nipple, and his hand kneading my breast. I want to feel him everywhere, let the fire inside me explode, but I don't want to come yet.

"Come on, Sunshine. Show me that pretty face of yours when you cum." He rubs his chin with rough morning stubble over my nipple, and I yelp. Fuck, why does this feel so good? His words register somewhere deep inside me, and my body listens to him. Suddenly, fireworks explode behind my eyes in colorful sparks, and I come apart under his touch, convulsing around his fingers and shouting his name. "That's it, Sunshine."

I'm still trembling when he pulls his fingers out of me, a sound of protest escaping my throat. Even through my delirium, I see him reach for my nightstand, where I keep the condoms, and swat his hand away.

"I want to feel you, Luca," I press out, digging my fingers into his hips. "I'm on the pill. Got my bloodwork done recently. I'm all clear."

"Are you sure?" he asks, and I nod fervently, putting my hands on his butt to pull him against me. “I got the all-clear when they tested my blood for the match.”

"I'm fucking sure,” I say and nod vigorously, reaching up to bury my hands in his hair and pull his face to mine. “Now hurry up, Luca. I really fucking need you."

"God, Millie," he groans, reaching between the two of us to line his head up with my entrance. "You're so beautiful when you beg. Going to make you do that for hours one day."

Slowly, he pushes inside me, and I tense, before I force myself to relax and take him. It’s not easy, but it doesn’t hurt as much now that I know what to expect. He stays still once he bottoms out, his pulsing length a warm presence inside me. "That's it, Sunshine. You're doing so well."

His praise touches something deep inside me, deeper than his cock could ever reach. And it reaches fucking deep already. Fuck. I want to hear more of it…want him to keep saying sweet things.

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