Page 43 of Lunar Crest University

“Princesa.”

I hum.

“I’m a grown man.” His teeth nip at my skin. “I don’t give a fuck about hair.”

“You don’t?” I rasp.

His “no” is muffled as he presses his lips to my neck before peering at me through thick lashes. “But if youdo, then that’s okay too.”

This can never actually go anywhere, I know that. Wherever this goes, it’s destined to fail. Iknowthat. But I’m lost in his thoughtfulness and husky voice, his dark eyes that soften just for me. It makes me forget how I met him and how I should be wary of the circumstances of it all. They disappear when he’s looking up at me with eyes swirling with dancing flames that I want nothing more than to bask in.

What’s the harm in pretending? No matter how small the time may be with him, I want it.

“If I say I don’t care either,hypothetically,” I insist with a finger to his chest, “what happens next?”

He blinks languidly up at me before his eyes flicker to my mouth. “You sit on my face so I can have my dessert. Hypothetically.”

I hum, but it falters.

He echoes the sound playfully, and his lips pull at the corners. I can feel my cheeks warming from the way he teases me, but I don’t have time to hide them with the backs of my hands before he throws me over on the couch cushion with ease, like I weigh as much as a feather. He doesn’t even appear fazed at all. Instead, he crawls on top of me and steals my breath with another kiss.

“I’m going to pull down your pants.”

“Please,” I whine.

Luca peppers kisses down my neck. “I don’t think I caught that.”

His hands slide beneath my shirt, and my stomach twitches as his touch tickles me. The dampness in my panties is humiliating. They’re practically soaked as he hooks his fingers into my waistband. I can hardly breathe as he licks the base of my throat slowly.

“Luca.” The tiny growl in my voice surprises me. “Please, pull them down. Touch me.”

I’m trembling with need as he yanks my pants down my hips, sinking his teeth into my thigh as he tugs them down my legs and tosses them on the floor. Blood rushes in my veins like fire, and my skin buzzes with electricity, like I’m coming alive for the first time in my life. The sting of his bite makes my heart pump harder, and I can’t stop the moan from fumbling through my lips.

“You like that, huh?” he murmurs, nipping toward my inner thigh and making me squirm underneath him. His large hands pry my legs open, and I’m a whimpering mess.

It’s like I’ve never been touched before.

“Yes.”

He gently bites further down my leg until he’s hovering just above my panties. I can feel my heart stutter as I look down to meet his brown eyes that gaze up at me in a way I know I’ll never recover from. His eyebrow raises tauntingly, like he’s waiting for me to say something.

“Yes?” he asks, and the word lingers as he drags it out.

“Yes,” I whisper shakily. “Sir.”

The smile that spreads along his lips is devastating. “Good girl, Finley. Now, I need you to do me a favor.”

My knees wobble next to his head, and I wonder if it’s so painstakingly obvious that neither my body nor my mind can function properly around him. I’m like a moth to a flame, a puppet on his strings that has no choice but to move with every tug and pull.

So, I say, “Anything.”

“Choose a safe word,” Luca orders, but his voice is delicate as he speaks. “Any word you want. Something you can say if you’ve reached your limit. If you want me to stop.”

“A safe word?”

I’ve never used one of those with anyone. All the guys I had ever been with were…vanilla. Vanilla and selfish, to say the least. If I ever wanted an orgasm, I had to give it to myself.

He nods, and his chin grazes my clit through the fabric of my panties. It prompts a shiver to roll down my spine, and my legs attempt to squeeze together, but his hands hold them firmly.

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