Page 39 of Luca

I savored every moan and heeded every single reaction no matter how subtle. The leg dangling over my shoulder tensed as if urging me closer, and the other shook with the effort of balancing on his tiptoes. His hips undulated in a sloppy rhythm, but not forward into my mouth. They rolled back against the wall like he was mindlessly searching for something to fill the emptiness inside him. Typically, I’d make him ask for what he wanted, taunt him into begging, but losing the weight of him on my tongue, even for just a second to speak, was unappealing.

Instead, I appeased him without the added torment, and slid my finger between his cheeks. I was aiming just to graze the furled hole, offering him a brush of sensation, but I paused. He was already prepared for me.

Wet. Supple.

With a groan, I dipped a finger inside, feeling his hot, slick walls clench at the intrusion before relaxing. I added another, relishing the easy stretch before hooking them just right and finding his sweet spot with practiced ease.

Luca grunted, his hands flying to my horns again, using them for leverage as he started rocking with more purpose. He was slow at first, tentative, but grew in confidence as my fingers ruthlessly nailed his prostate, and soon enough, he was fucking me without mercy.Takingwhat he needed.

My free hand gripped his thigh, clutching him like a lifeline as I doubled my efforts and fought against the heat coiling in my stomach. Between the rough treatment of my horns, the sweet taste of him, and the aching sounds of his pleasure, I was at risk of going feral. Thankfully, my mate was just as close—I could tell by the way his breath hitched and his insides rippled—and it wasn’t long before his back began to bow off the wall.

“Please, Cair. Please…” he muttered. I plunged a third digit inside his hole, scissoring them wide, and that fullness, that stretch, must have been all he needed. “Fuuuuck, I’m coming, I’m?—”

He jerked up once more then stilled, his cock pulsating in my mouth as his release shot down my throat. I swallowed every drop, a purr vibrating in my chest as I thoroughly sucked and licked him clean. Only when he tugged insistently at my hair did I reluctantly withdraw. I rested my head against his heaving belly as I willed myself not to spill in my pants. But the fire wouldn’t dissipate.

I needed more of him.

Luca deserved reverence, to be taken apart slowly and with the utmost care, every inch of him caressed until he felt like the divine being he was, but embarrassingly, I lacked the willpower. Seeing him in lingerie and having his release coating my tongue was erasing every sensible inclination in my brain. My cock had been hard as a rock since the second my eyes fell on my mate, and I needed to do something about it. I needed to feel his weight in my lap, to hold him, to kiss him and cover him in my scent. I needed to fuck into his tight little hole, and have him writhing and whining to be ruined, to be stuffed full.

He was mine, but right then, he didn’t smell enough like it to satisfy the beast clawing under my skin.

Luca gasped as I sat back on the rug in front of the fire and brought him tumbling down on top of me. I caught his hips in my hands, maneuvering his unsteady legs to either side of my thighs as he scrambled for my shoulders. Those wide blue eyes of his stared down at me, and my resolve shattered that little bit more. I had to kiss him, I had toconsumehim, but before I even managed to crane my neck toward him, nimble fingers threaded through my hair and soft lips slanted against mine. The kiss was more passionate and punishing than those before. I didn’t protest, just fell into rhythm, my tongue plundering his mouth, so close to drowning in the taste that I hardly realized it when I bucked upward, seeking friction.

Luca broke away, his breathing ragged. He ground down, meeting my movements, and soon we were rutting against each other like animals, in an urgent and sloppy rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. I longed for skin on skin, to merge his heat with mine without barriers, to feel the softness of his bare ass as I rocked up against him. There was no better sensation, and I was suddenly impatient to have it.

With a growl, I lifted Luca with one arm, as I tore at the ties on my trousers, yanking them down my thighs and freeing my cock. I tucked my fingers under the string between his cheeks, pulling it aside as my other hand raked up to his waist, ready to guide him back down against me, but I froze as my fingers grazed his bandages.

I had to slow down.

Fuck, I had to?—

Luca huffed in frustration and shoved at my shoulders until I lay flat on the rug. He batted away the hand that held him steady, and before I could voice my weak disapproval, he took my cock in his hand, notched the head against his wet hole, and sank down in one smooth rush.

I cursed under my breath, fingers dimpling the skin of his ass. “Luca…”

“You were hesitating,” he said, tone firm. “Don’t. When I said I need you, I meant it. Ineedto feel you inside me, Ineedyou to fuck me how you want to and stop treating me like I’m delicate. Let go of your control and give it to me, for the love of?—”

Planting my feet against the rug, I thrust up into his tight heat, delighting in the wanton moan I forced from his throat. His walls pulsed around me, sucking me deeper and deeper as I used those soft mounds for leverage to lift him almost all the way off before burying myself to the hilt again. The faster and more brutally I fucked him, the louder and more unabashed were the wails echoing through the room. He was either oblivious to the fact that he’d be heard in every corner of the inn, or like me, he didn’t give a single solitary fuck. I wanted them to listen, to know how well I pleased my mate, and how prettily he sang for me. Luca had demanded that I lose myself, that I do whatever I wanted, and I was all too willing to oblige him.

Not that I would last much longer with how fire gathered at the base of my spine and my balls throbbed. I was already tiptoeing dangerously close to the edge, had been since I sheathed myself inside him, but I wanted to see my mate fall apart first. I wanted to feel him clench around me and milk my cock as I filled him.

I curled my fingers around his hardening length, reveling in the way he groaned raggedly with each messy stroke from root to head. The slick dripping from the tip painted my stomach, and it was gratifying to know he wasn’t far from his peak either.

“Think you can come again for me, pretty boy?”

Luca gasped at the endearment and rolled his hips into my fist, shuddering, as if the dual sensation was too much but he couldn’t hold himself back. “Yes, yes,fuck…”

He threw his head back, his pale neck on full display, the cords tensing as he squirmed in my lap with an uncoordinated abandon, muttering a litany of pleas. He was stunning, lost in pleasure, and I couldn’t decide whether to watch each delicious contortion on his face or stare at the glow of the fire reflecting off the sweat beading at his collarbones. He glistened as if speckled with gold, but the space between his brows creased in both shock and concentration, and I couldn’t choose. Instead, my gaze followed the pretty blush blossoming across his cheeks, traveling over the fabric brushing his nipples with each rise and fall of his chest before landing on where we joined.

It was obscene, how perfectly he clung to me, how his hole stretched around the thick base but strangled the very tip as I rutted in and out. His body was made for me, his insides were molded to my shape and it feltrightbeing tucked in that space I’d claimed as my own. I wanted to stay there forever. It was addictive, and even though I’d tunneled inside the hot clasp of his body as deep as was feasible, I wanted to be even deeper.

I couldn’t get enough.

“How can I be so deep inside you and still want more?” I wondered aloud, watching my cock disappear with every frenzied buck upward. “You’ve spoiled me, Luca. You’ve given yourself over so freely and I’ve become greedy. I crave you more and more every time I have you, desperate to devour every little piece, again and again.”

“Take it, take it all,” he babbled. “It’s yours. All yours.”

The sounds we were making were intoxicating—sweet, musical keens and lewd wet slaps that threatened to send me hurtling over my peak. It was only through sheer force of will that I held off.

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