Page 19 of Marcello DeLuca

Her lips moved against mine with a sweet urgency, her hands sliding up to rest on my shoulders, pulling me closer.

Each kiss was deeper than the previous one. Every devour filled with a longing that had been building all evening, all the times we had been together, and even the moments apart.

I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her against me. I could never hold her close enough. The sensation of her, the taste, the feel—it was intoxicating.

When we finally pulled back, our breathing was ragged. The intensity of our kiss left us gasping for air, our foreheads resting gently against each other’s as we tried to steady ourselves.

I could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with mine. Her eyes, dark and wide with raging fire reflected everything I felt—intense longing, undeniable love, and deep, insatiable hunger.

“Lanay,” I whispered, every syllable heavy with need. “I want you so much.”

Her breath hitched slightly, and I saw a flicker of hesitation cross her features. She glanced briefly towards the hallway, the direction my father went earlier. “But your dad…” Her voice was soft, almost a question, as if seeking reassurance.

“Is asleep,” I answered for her.

She looked up at me again, her eyes filled with raw intensity. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as if she were gathering the courage to voice her deepest desires.

“But my uncle…” she protested, her voice trailing off with a slight tremble.

“We don’t have to leave for another hour, and he will understand if you are a little late,” I nudged gently, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her jaw. I could feel her pulse quickening under my touch, a mirror of my own racing heart. The mention of time was like a ticking clock, urging us to seize a rare opportunity.

She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in thought.

“We do have an hour,” she pondered aloud, almost as if trying to convince herself. There was a softness in her tone, a quiet acknowledgment of the window we had been given. And then, her mind was made up. “Can we go to your room?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” I breathed, taking her hand and guiding her gently but firmly towards the staircase. Each step felt like a change in course in our relationship.

Once in my room, Lanay looked around with a mix of awe and hesitation. “Your room is beautiful, Marcello,” she said softly, her eyes lingering on the intricately carved furniture, specifically the soft, inviting bed.

I could sense her nervousness and something deeper inside of her that I had yet to reach. If the night went according to our desires, it would be her first-time making love. So, I wanted her to be comfortable and reassured that she was safe with me.

“It’s okay to feel a bit nervous,” I said gently, stepping closer and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But always know that you’re in control, baby. I will not rush anything. We’ll take this at your pace.”

She nodded, offering me a small, reassuring smile. “I want this. I want to be with you.”

I reached out, my fingers lightly grazing her bare shoulder, and she turned to face me fully. Her eyes, deep and luminous, searched mine. We stood there for a moment, suspended in time, the air between us charged with passion.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, not wanting to break the fragile moment. My hands rested gently on her waist, waiting for her answer, ready to follow her lead.

She took a deep breath, her gaze steady and intense. “Yes,” she replied breathily. “I want this, and I want it with you.”

A smile spread across my face. I leaned in, my lips meeting hers in a kiss meant to shatter worlds.

And so, it did.

The world outside faded into oblivion, leaving just the two of us wrapped in each other’s embrace. Our lips moved in a slow, sensuous dance, exploring and discovering each other with a newfound intimacy. A part of Lanay remained an intoxicating mystery, one I was eager to explore and uncover with every touch and whisper.

My hands slid up her back. I pulled her closer, relishing the warmth of her body against mine. Her scent, a delicate blend of vanilla and jasmine, filled my senses, intoxicating me with every breath. We kissed deeply, savoring the taste of each other. Our movements grew more urgent as our desire became impossible to tolerate.

With steady fingers, I began to undo the small buttons of her off-shoulder dress, each one a step closer to the moment we yearned for.

Her breath hitched as the fabric slipped away, leaving her bare before me, her beauty illuminated by the dim lighting. I stepped back for a moment, my gaze taking in the sight of her. She was breathtaking, her mahogany skin glowing against the soft, warm light, her curves inviting and sensuous.

I reached out, my hands gently tracing the lines of her body, committing every inch of her to memory. Every curve, every subtle rise and fall of her form was like a secret whisper, inviting me for a touch.

Lanay shivered. “Do you like what you see?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Before I could respond, her arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, as if trying to shield herself from me.

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