Page 11 of Boss of Brooklyn

“I want this,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “So much.”

His lips crash into mine, the kiss deep and demanding. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands roam my body possessively, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When I part my lips, his tongue sweeps in, tasting, exploring. I moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Luca's lips move to my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. His hand tangles in my hair, tugging gently to expose more of my throat. “You drive me crazy, baby,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?”

I gasp as he finds a particularly sensitive spot. “How long?” I manage to ask.

He pulls back to look at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Since the moment I saw you in your restaurant I knew I had to have you.” His hand slides down to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there – a reminder of his power, his control. “And I always get what I want, Sofia.”

His words, combined with his dominant touch, send a thrill through me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. The feel of his erection pressing against my core makes me moan. It’s huge. “Luca,” I whimper.

With a growl, he lifts me off the counter. I cling to him as he carries me to the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me gently on the bed, hovering over me. “You're so beautiful, Sofia,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

He starts with my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down to my collarbone. His hands push up my tank top, exposing my breasts. When his mouth closes around my nipple, I arch off the bed with a cry of pleasure. He lavishes attention on both breasts before continuing his journey downward.

Luca hooks his fingers in the waistband of my boy shorts, looking up at me for permission. I nod, lifting my hips to help him remove them. He settles between my legs, his face so closeto my most sensitive area. His hands grip my thighs firmly, spreading me open for him.

“I've dreamed about this,” he says, his voice low and husky. “About tasting you, making you come apart on my tongue. You're mine, Sofia. Say it.”

“I'm yours, Luca,” I breathe, the words escaping without conscious thought.

Before I can say more, his mouth is on me. I cry out at the sensation, my hands fisting in the sheets. Luca's tongue explores, teases, drives me to the brink of madness. When he flicks his tongue against my clit, I nearly come undone. His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place as he works me higher and higher.

“That's it, baby,” he murmurs against me. “Let go for me. I want to hear you scream my name.” He slides a finger inside and pumps it in and out. “You are so tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

His words, combined with the exquisite sensations he's creating, push me over the edge. I come with a loud cry of his name, my body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. Luca doesn't let up, working me through the aftershocks until I'm a quivering mess.

As I catch my breath, Luca moves back up my body, pressing soft kisses to my skin. When he reaches my lips, I taste myself on his tongue. It's surprisingly erotic.

“You taste divine,” he growls. “I could feast on you for hours.” His hand wraps gently around my throat again, thumb stroking my pulse point. “You're perfect, baby. And you're all mine.”

I blush at his words, suddenly shy despite what we've just done. Luca notices my hesitation and cups my face gently. “What is it?”

I bite my lip, gathering my courage. “I've... I've never been with a man before. Not all the way.”

Luca's eyes widen in surprise, then darken with a mix of desire and possessiveness. “Never?” he asks softly.

I shake my head. “Never. Is that... is that okay?”

He kisses me tenderly, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “It's more than okay, Sofia.” His eyes blaze with intensity. “You belong to me now.”

His possessive words should frighten me, but instead, they make me feel cherished, protected. I nod, not trusting myself to say too much in reply.

We spend the next hour exploring each other's bodies with hands and mouths, never taking it too far. There's always an underlying current of dominance in his touch, in the way he positions my body, in the commands he whispers in my ear. And that turns me on more than I ever thought possible.

As the night wears on, exhaustion begins to set in. Luca pulls me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me possessively. One hand rests on my hip, a reminder of his claim on me. “Sleep, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I've got you. You're safe with me.”

I snuggle closer, lost in his embrace. As I drift off to sleep, I hear Luca whisper, “You're mine now. I'll never let you go, and God help anyone who tries to take you from me.”

In that moment, wrapped in Luca's arms, I know that everything has changed.

As I teeter on the edge of sleep, I feel Luca's fingers tracing patterns on my skin. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the hardness I know he shows the rest of the world. In this quiet moment, I realize that I'm seeing a side of him that no one else gets to see. The thought fills me with a warmth that has nothing to do with physical desire.

“Luca?” I murmur, fighting against the pull of sleep.

“Yes, baby?” His voice is a low rumble in my ear.

“Thank you. For being gentle with me. For making me feel safe.”

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