Page 83 of A Game of Ruck
Every glorious, thick, unrelenting inch as he fills me.
Stretches me.
Marks me.
It’s overwhelming—in the best way.
I moan his name, clinging to him, my entire body burning alive with the fullness of him.
And when he starts to move, faster and harder, every deep stroke sends pleasure rocketing through me like lightning.
He kisses me again, mouth hot and claiming.
Tongue sliding against mine in perfect rhythm with his hips.
Luca thrusts deeper, harder, and I cry out—his name falling from my lips like a prayer.
My fingers dig into his back, nails dragging along the thick muscles there as if I could anchor myself to him.
“God, Angel,” he groans into my neck, his voice wrecked.“You feel like heaven.”
I arch into him, needingmore, and he gives it—hips slamming into mine, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the room like a drumbeat, like thunder, like fate.
He’s everywhere—on me, around me,insideme—and I’ve never felt so completely devoured.
“Harder,” I beg, my voice raw.
Luca’s head snaps up, his eyes blazing down into mine.“You want it rough, baby?”
I nod, desperate.
He growls, pulls out to the tip, then slams back in so hard the headboard thuds against the wall.
My back arches.My scream dies in his mouth when he captures me in another blistering kiss.
I’m losing it.
Losing myself in him.
And it feelsright.
Every thrust pushes me higher.Every stroke makes me unravel.His hand finds my throat—not tight, just there, justhis—and my body clenches around him like I’m never letting go.
“You were made for this,” he pants.“Made forme.Look how you take it.Look howhungryyou are for it.”
I don’t deny it.
Can’t.
My moans turn into sobs of pleasure, and I feel the orgasm building fast, deep, feral.Like it’s been waiting for this man, this moment, myhusbandto claim me fully.
And when he reaches between us and rubs my clit in firm, perfect circles, it detonates.
I shatter.
Cry out.
Come apart beneath him, around him,because ofhim.
