Page 17 of Wrestling With Love

His smirk was gone now—this wasn’t just about teasing anymore. There was something raw in his gaze, something dangerously close to possession.

"I’ve never desired anything the way I desire you."

With swift movements Luca managed to take out both of their clothes. His warm hands ran up her calves, up her thighs. He pulled her forward, until her ass was dangerously close to the edge of the bed. He raised her legs and perched them over his shoulders. His face disappeared as he leaned forward and sniffed between her thighs. Diamond arched as his breath blew on her sensitive part, it was almost impossible for her to control the sensation. She was sure she could come hard just because he was blowing on her.

She stopped breathing when she finally felt his tongue on her entrance. Her hips bucked against him, wildly and violently. She tried her hardest not to come, not to give him the satisfaction of owning her body, but she couldn't help it. She came hard and fast within five minutes of the hot, toe curling, tongue torture. Her body had betrayed her twice and she was sure that it would surrender in front of Luca everytime.

A shiver rolled through her, but before she could say anything, his lips crashed into hers, stealing whatever protest she might have had. Moving above her, he took her, in every possible way he could. He savoured her, worshipped her body as she was a goddess who can fulfill all his desires. Diamond had never felt the feeling of being needed, but here, she felt not only needed, but wanted, craved and hungered for.

The room fades. The world narrowed down to him—his warmth, his weight, the way he murmured her name like a prayer against her skin.

And as the curtain falls, the only thing left is the sound of their breathing intertwining in the dark.

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The room was too quiet. Too still. The only sound was their breathing, uneven and heavy in the lingering aftermath. Diamond lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her body still thrumming from everything that had just happened.

Luca was beside her, propped up on one elbow, watching her like he was trying to memorize every inch of her. It was unbearable. The weight of his gaze, the heat still radiating between them, the way her own thoughts felt too loud inside her head.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this.

It was just a moment. A mistake.

She needed space. Distance. She needed to rebuild the walls he had so easily broken down.

“Get out.”

Her voice was quiet but sharp, slicing through the lingering silence like a blade.

Luca frowned, propping himself higher on one elbow. “What?”

She pulled the sheet up, gripping it like armor. “I said, get out.”

His brows furrowed, his jaw tightening as if he hadn’t heard her right. He sat up, eyes scanning her face, trying to read between the lines. “Diamond, what the hell—”

“Just go.”

She wouldn’t look at him. She couldn’t. Her fingers dug into her palms under the sheet, her entire body coiled, ready to retreat, to run. She didn’t run. Instead, she forced her voice to stay steady, cold, distant.

“This was a mistake,” she said, and hated the way her throat burned.

Luca’s expression darkened. “A mistake?”

The disbelief in his tone stung.

“Yeah.” She nodded stiffly. “I don’t do this, Luca. I don’t—” She exhaled harshly. “Just go.”

He didn’t move. “No.”

Her head snapped up, eyes flashing. “Excuse me?”

He didn’t flinch. “You don’t get to shut down and shove me out like this. Not after—” He gestured between them, frustration edging into his voice. “Not after whatever this was.”

She turned away. “It was nothing.”

His laugh was humorless. “Bullshit! You think kicking me out will make you lose me? Oh hell no Bambina, I ain't gonna do that.”

“You have a problem.” She stated.

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