Page 152 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Warmth flooded my chest as I settled back inside him, letting him soak up my presence.

Sleep with me, Luca murmured softly inside our shared space, and I huffed my amusement as I settled down to do as he asked. I gave back the reins of his body so he could shuffle around the way he liked, flopping like a starfish. He tugged off all his clothes sleepily, sprawled naked and gorgeous as moonlight bled from the window onto the sheets he bunched as he threw a leg up.

I wanted to leave him, just so I could admire the globes of his ass, but I didn’t. This was more important.

Goodnight, Luca murmured.

Goodnight.

The intimacy of sharing his body like this made me feel both humbled and awed. He liked me inside him. He always had. It seemed my desire to get closer to him than what was physically possible was a shared one.

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Violet distracted Luca while I finished the last of my preparations. I needed more time than I thought I would, however, and as the days blurred by with Luca occupied at Violet’s side, I toiled away with my surprise, frustrated, and…excited.

Finally.

Finally, it was finished.

Two weeks into our return to Elmwood, I decided everything was as good as it was going to get. All week long Luca had been begging to spend time with me today. I wasn’t sure why, but I figured maybe he’d wanted to go see that movie up in Ridgefield he’d been ranting about, so I didn’t question it.

His legs were sprawled wide, encased in tight black dress pants. It was the first time I’d seen him in anything other than casual athletic wear and I couldn’t help but groan at the sight of him as he stretched the confines of his pale pink button-up. His chest tested the button’s patience every time he breathed, his plush lips tipping up into a secretive little smile.

We drove for almost an hour down the main road, trees creeping toward the sky, rain clouds for once, absent, as the swirling leaves began to turn shades of red and orange in time for autumn. When I took a left onto a long winding gravel road, Luca cocked his head curiously at me.

“We’re not going to Ridgefield?” He asked, a spark of alarm in his eyes. I cataloged the reaction for later appreciation, too focused on what I was about to do to be able to properly respond. Normally I’d hunt down the reason behind his worry, but anticipation was buzzing too loudly in my head.

“Later,” I scowled at him. My hands felt tingly. My chest was tight. The sun peeped between branches as the asphalt turned into dirt and the wheels crunched upon the gravel road.

Luca looked vaguely panicked, but he bit his tongue, eyeing me suspiciously.

“You could’ve told me our plans were changing,” he huffed in annoyance.

“Three.”

“Jesus Christ.” Luca laughed, though his suspicion immediately melted away in favor of anticipation. A different kind than the one I was feeling. “What’s it going to be this time?” He licked his lips. “Flogging?”

He’d been pretending he didn’t want to get flogged for weeks. Ever since he’d stumbled upon a video about it online. We’d bought one, and it had sat at the bottom of my suitcase specifically to taunt him.

He still hadn’t admitted he wanted it.

I wouldn’t give it to him till he did.

I didn’t respond as I rolled down the windows and cool wind crept into the cabin with us. Luca’s hair whipped, wavy and fluffy—longer now than it had been when I met him. It was weird that he’d dressed up today. If Violet had warned him something was happening today I was going to be incredibly pissed off.

The closer we got to his surprise the more nervous I became. I was not the kind of person who got nervous. Ever. It wasn’t a feeling I entertained. Now, though? There was no other word to describe this antsy, bubbly buzzing beneath my skin.

Except maybe…maybe excitement.

Nervous and excited.

How the hell had my life become this?

There was a break in the trees up ahead, and I knew the moment we passed through it there would be no hiding our destination. I only hoped Luca would be distracted enough by the ocean he wouldn’t notice what we were really there for.

“Holy shit!” Luca called in excitement the moment we crested the hill. The ocean fanned out in front of us. The rocky beach was covered in peach sunset-tinged sand as sunbeams flickered off the waves, and puffy pale lavender clouds sat fat and gorgeous along the horizon.

He stuck his head out the window like a dog, his broad shoulders blocking most of the view as he tasted the salt in the air with a delighted laugh.

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