Page 62 of Luca

Although when he notices me in a tight tank and workout shorts Alessia bought for me, his gaze is anything but peaceful. His hungry eyes sweep over me while his tongue wets his full bottom lip like he’s imagining what I taste like on it.

“I had a car sent over for you and Giada. Figured you didn’t want to drive that old jalopy you came here with,” Finn says, breaking Luca out of wherever his thoughts went.

“Sounds good,” my husband replies, his eyes moving to his cousin.

Luca and Finn move the mat to the far wall of the penthouse and set the living room back to rights before Finn grabs his wife’s and Gemma’s bag and they say their goodbyes.

After the door closes, Luca’s eyes find me and the heat he doused when his cousin spoke to him is back in full force as he stalks toward me, grabbing me around the waist and pressing my body into his body. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. It's a good thing I’m not the one working out with you. I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”

“That’s kinda the point,” I say, leaning up to kiss him. “You grab me, and I try to get away.”

“Wanna try now?” he whispers against my lips before gently grazing them over the damp column of my neck.

“Not even a little,” I reply, sliding my hands under his shirt. “But right now, I need to take a shower.”

“Mmm, You wanna know what I need?” His hands travel to the waist of my shorts and he dips his fingers just inside the elastic band.

“What?” I ask, having a very strong feeling of what it is.

“I need to taste you coming on my tongue.”

Luca’s lips travel from my neck to my chest as one of his hands comes to the neckline of my tank, yanking it down to expose my breasts to his waiting mouth. He wastes no time in wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking hard, his other hand delving inside my shorts, two of his fingers spreading me as he rubs my clit between them.

“God, that feels so good,” I moan and clutch the skin of his neck, digging my nails into the heated flesh.

Luca backs me up to the backside of the couch and releases my nipple with a pop before lowering to his knees, kissing and licking my chest, stomach and hips on his way down, needing to taste every inch of me.

I’ve discovered a side to my husband that I never would have guessed was there. He’s filled with passion and a drive to make me come every which way he can. This particular position is one of his favorites, him on his knees, desperate to eat me out.

He pulls my shorts down and helps me step out of them before his mouth attaches to my center. I’m immediately overwhelmed by the feel of his hot mouth on my delicate flesh.

“Mmm, baby. Just like that. Ride my face.”

My hands clutch the back of the couch as my hips writhe over his tongue, grinding myself into his face.

The two fingers rubbing my clit slip inside of me as his tongue starts flicking over and over, first with just the tip, then he takes a long lick up and down, the change in tempo keeping me on the edge of orgasm.

“Luca, please,” I cry out, throwing my head back, desperate for him to make me come.

His chuckle vibrates against my flesh and he’s working hard to bring me to the peak as fast as possible, which for me isn't long at all. His skillful tongue is licking right where I need him. Then he curves the two fingers inside my wet channel and rubs over the bundle of nerves inside of me.

“Ahh,” I scream out as my orgasm tumbles through me, making my belly clench and my thighs shake as each wave crashes through me.

Luca rips his mouth from me. “Fuck, I need to be inside of you.” He stands and whips his shirt over his head before he roughly spins me so I’m facing the back of the couch and places my hands back on the top. “Hold on, baby.”

In one thrust, he’s buried himself so deep. The sudden intrusion takes my breath away. Actually everything about my husband has a tendency to make me breathless.

His movements are rough and possessive, unlike the times he’s taken me gently while we’ve both been coming to terms with the maelstrom of emotions threatening us in every silent moment. Now he’s taking what he needs and giving me the same. I need him unbidden and unafraid to remove the kid gloves and fuck me like our sanity depends on it. I need the brutality because it tells me he knows I can handle every part of him.

“God, I’m so close,” I cry into the room as his damp chest curls over my back, hearing the slap of wet flesh.

His fingers reach around to where we’re connected and he feels where his hard cock is moving deliciously inside of me, collecting the wetness there before strumming my clit. The touch is all it takes to set me off again, and I scream as another orgasm rushes through me, lighting my entire body on fire.

“Fuuuck,” he yells when his cock jerks inside of me, and he empties himself on a roar.

The sound of Luca’s panting breath is loud in my ear in the otherwise silent space. It’s in moments like these where the outside world feels so far off, and the only thing that matters is this little slice of happiness Luca and I have created for ourselves. The place where we can lose ourselves in each other like any normal newly married couple. You know, the ones that didn’t run from their psychotic brother and had their bodyguard marry them so they didn’t have to marry the son of a powerful criminal, only to find out that their new husband is part of a criminal family that hates theirs and has been working for years to bring them down. Jesus, this is all such a mess.

“I’m still buried inside of you, wife, and I can practically hear you overthinking.” Luca pulls out and kisses the back of my neck before standing straight and pulling my back to his front, wrapping a comforting arm around my middle.

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