Page 13 of Sweet Revenge

"To tonight," she echoed, clinking her glass against mine.

We dined on an elaborate meal, each course more exquisite than the last. There were delicate hors d'oeuvres, rich and creamy soups, succulent roasted meats, and decadent desserts. The food was delicious, but it was the company that made the evening truly special. As the evening wore on, I was delighted to see Adriana finally beginning to relax. She talked more freely, and I found myself leaning into the conversation, sharing stories and memories with her that I was somehow only just remembering. For a few hours, it felt as though the rest of the world had disappeared. And I didn’t want it to end.

As the final notes of the violinists' music played, I stood and offered my hand to Adriana. "Would you care to dance?" I asked, my voice soft and inviting.

She smiled, placing her hand in mine. "I'd love to."

We moved to an open space on the terrace, the moonlight casting a soft glow over us. As we danced, I found myself lost in her eyes, the world around us fading away. Our movements were slow and graceful, each step bringing us closer together as the music swirled. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, her breath mingling with my own. The stars above us twinkled like diamonds in the night sky. It was a moment out of time, a perfect bubble of peace and beauty.

“Luca,” Adriana whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “This night…it feels like a dream. Thank you. For everything.”

She looked up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and I bent my head, my lips brushing against hers in a soft, tender kiss. She responded, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed herself closer to me. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion that left us both breathless. When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, I whispered, "Come with me."

She nodded, her eyes filled with trust and desire. I took her hand and led her inside, through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion and up the grand staircase to my bedroom. The room was lavishly decorated, with a large, four-poster bed dominating the space. The soft light from the bedside lamps cast a warm glow, creating an intimate atmosphere.

As we entered the room, I turned to Adriana, my hands gently cupping her face. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," I said, my voice filled with awe.

She blushed, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Thank you, Luca," she whispered.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. My hands moved to the back of her dress, slowly unzipping it and letting the fabric fall to the floor. She stood before me in a white lace bra and matching thong, taking my breath away once again.

I lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. As I undressed, her eyes never left mine, the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment. When I joined her on the bed, I took a moment to simply look at her, to take in every detail of her face, her body, and the fire behind her eyes.

The desire that had been kept at bay now surged through my veins. Time seemed to stand still as I explored every inch of her mouth, savoring the taste of her, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of her soft lips against mine.

She melted against me, her hands tentatively finding their way to my chest. I deepened the kiss, my fingers tangling in her soft hair. We were lost in this moment, this connection that felt like it was always meant to be. As the passion between us grew, I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect Adriana felt in my arms. Every touch, every caress only fueled the fire burning within me. It was a hunger that had been denied for far too long, one I didn’t even know I had until I met this woman.

With a surge of desire, I lifted her up and unhooked her bra, making her breasts spill free, each one perfect and full. I cupped them gently in my hands, my fingers skimming over the sensitive skin, her nipples pebbling beneath my touch.

“Are you sure, Adriana?” I asked again, my voice thick with desire.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes never leaving mine. “I want this more than anything.”

I lowered my head, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking it gently. I could feel her responding beneath me, her hips rocking up against me, provoking me into sucking more, harder as she moved. Her hips pressed into me, urging me to move faster. I wasn’t in this to get it over with quick and fast though. I wanted to explore every inch of her at my leisure.

“Please, Luca,” she moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders. “I need you.”

“I need you too, Adriana, but let’s not rush it. I want this to be a night we never forget.” I ran a hand down her abdomen, teasing the edge of her thong with my fingers.

“God, your skin is like silk,” I said.

She smiled up at me, parting her legs.

I groaned, capturing her mouth again, distracting her as I slid my hand beneath the lace.

She gasped as my fingers slid between her slick folds, but all I could think about was that cry she made in the back of her throat.

Sitting up, I dragged the white fabric down her legs and tossed it aside, then planted myself between her luscious thighs.

She opened up to me and I lowered my head, kissing the creamy skin of her inner thigh, letting my mouth trail upwards, slowly, teasingly. Her breath hitched, her hips rolling slightly on the bed. I could feel her heat radiating up through me, and I knew I wanted her more than anything. I would make her love me forever with my touch.

I slid my tongue between her folds, tasting her sweet nectar. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I ground my hips into the bed, needing to be inside of her. That would have to wait, however. I needed to make sure she was completely ready for what came next.

Adriana moaned softly, her hips bucking against my mouth as I ran my tongue over her sensitive skin, tracing the lines of her folds and exploring her. I could feel her growing more aroused as I focused on that little bundle of nerves at her clit, my tongue lapping at it with dedication.

I could feel her responding, her hips rocking up, urging me on. Her fingers grabbed at my hair, holding my head in place as her hips moved against my face. She as making the most incredible sounds, and I was in pure heaven.

“Luca, please,” she said, her hips dancing and grinding against my face as she begged me. I knew what she needed and plunged my finger into her, feeling her heat and wetness surround it as she gasped in pleasure. I moved my finger inside her, in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue.

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