Page 53 of A Game of Ruck
Luca rolls the condom on and crawls up the bed like a predator, his eyes locked on mine.
He positions himself between my spread thighs, brushing his cock against my slick entrance.
“Now,” he says, low and rough.“We start for real right now.”
Then he thrusts.
My breath leaves me in a gasp.
“Luca!”I cry out, clutching his shoulders as he sinks in—deep, deeper—filling me like nothing and no one ever has.
It’s tight.So tight I can barely breathe.
He stretches me open, perfectly, deliciously.
I don’t want him to stop.
I want him to keep going, to wreck me from the inside out.
He grits out a curse.
“Fuck.Feels so good.Want more.Need to get closer.”
His chest presses against mine as he lowers his body fully over me, his hips grinding into mine, his cock hitting every perfect spot inside me.
My legs fall open wider, instinctively wrapping around him.
“Give me that mouth, Angel.”
And then he’s kissing me—deep and consuming.
His tongue licks mine, syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts.
I kiss him back, tasting his hunger, his heat, his need.
It’s like we’re breathing each other in.
I moan into his mouth as he drives into me again, and again, and again.
I feel full.So full.
Full of him.Of pleasure.Of longing and raw, messy need.
This isn’t pretend anymore.
This is real.
And it’s everything.
Chapter Thirteen-Luca
My body’s buzzing.
Still.
Like some kind of erotic aftershock is working its way through my blood, sparking every nerve, rewiring every thought.
Last night?
