Page 27 of Silent Night With Luca

“Maybe it’s time for us to start getting ready to go to the café?” I ask, my voice soft. “I know I want to get a quick shower before we go and you’ll need to write the note.”

She looks up at me, a small smile playing on her lips. “I was thinking I needed a shower, too….”

“I would hate to shower alone,” I demure. “Perhaps we could save some water?”

TEN

Fiamma

The steam in the bathroom is thick, a sultry fog that clings to my skin as I step under the hot spray of the shower. The water cascades over me, a temporary barrier against the world that feels like it’s closing in. I tilt my head back, letting the water soak my hair, when the shower door opens with a faint creak.

Luca steps in, his gaze roaming over me with an intensity that makes the air crackle despite the humidity. His light brown hair darkens with the wetness, and his piercing green eyes lock onto mine, sending a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with the temperature. He moves closer, the space between us shrinking until I can feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the steam.

Without a word, he presses me against the cool tile wall, his hands splayed beside my head. I can feel the hardness of his muscles, the firmness of his chest against mine. His lips find my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone, each one a spark that ignites a fire within me.

His hands explore my body, tracing the contours of my curves with a reverence that belies the roughness of his touch. He cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. I gasp as he pinches them lightly, a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain shooting straight to my core.

Luca’s mouth claims mine in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue sweeping against mine, tasting, engaging. I meet his fervor with my own, our bodies pressed together, slippery with water and desire. His erection throbs against my stomach, a tangible reminder of his need for me.

“You’re mine, Fiamma,” he growls against my ear, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Every inch of you.”

His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me back against him. I can feel his arousal, hard and insistent, and a moan escapes my lips. Luca’s response is immediate, a rough chuckle that fans the flames of my desire.

“That’s it, bella,” he murmurs, his lips tracing the curve of my shoulder. “Let me hear how much you want this.”

His hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing firmly. I gasp as he lifts me, my back pressing against the slick tiles as he positions himself at my entrance. He teases me, the head of his cock just barely slipping inside before pulling back, a maddeningly slow torture.

“Luca, please,” I beg, my voice breathy and desperate.

“Please, what?” he taunts, his green eyes glinting with a predatory gleam. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you,” I admit, my pride swallowed by the overwhelming need for release. “I need you inside me.”

He groans, the sound almost pained, and then he’s thrusting into me, filling me completely. The sensation is intense, a searing pleasure that borders on pain. My fingers clutch around his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he sets a punishing pace.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, his hands pressing into the bed beside my head. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

I can only nod, lost in the sensation of him moving inside me, the water flowing over us like a benediction.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, his voice harsh with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

My hand slips between us, finding the bundle of nerves at my center. I circle it with my fingertips, each stroke synced with his thrusts. The pressure builds, a coiling tension that threatens to overwhelm me.

“That’s it,” Luca encourages, his voice a guttural whisper. “Come for me, Fiamma. Let go.” The sound of my name on his lips pushes me over the edge.

And with his words as the catalyst, I shatter, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, a burst of pleasure so intense that my vision whites out.

I convulse around him, my body squeezing his cock as he continues to thrust, once, twice, before finding his own release with a guttural groan. He buries his face in my neck, his hoarse cry muffled by the sound of running water.

For a moment, we stay like that, joined together, our breathing ragged and our hearts pounding in unison.Then, with a gentleness that belies his earlier fervor, Luca lowers me to my feet, his hands lingering on my waist to steady me. I can’t help but marvel at the contrast between the roughness of our lovemaking and the tenderness of this aftermath.

He pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. A shiver travels through my entire body as I am still coming down from what we just shared.

The water has started to cool, but neither of us makes a move to step out of the shower. For now, we’re content to stay in this bubble, this sanctuary, where the only thing that exists is the two of us and the connection that binds us together.

The bellabove the door jingles as we step into Frost, the warmth of the café hitting me like a soft wave, carrying with it the scent of fresh coffee. It’s a familiar place, with its cozy booths and glowing string lights hanging from the ceiling. But today, there’s no comfort in it. Not with what I’m about to do.

My heart pounds in my chest as Luca leads us to the counter. He’s got his hands stuffed in his pockets, to match his gruff demeanor, a stark difference from the man I just shared a sex shower with less than an hour ago.

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