Page 82 of A Game of Ruck
We kiss and I run, leading him on a merry chase.I find myself in a bedroom—ours.And he follows me inside, closing the door with a small click.
He’s so hot.So damn sexy, I ache just looking at him.And I can’t believe it, but he wants me just as much.
He doesn’t seem to mind my extra pounds or my many curves.Luca loves me like he owns me.
And maybe he does.
My dress slides off my shoulders, whispering to the floor like it knows it doesn’t stand a chance.
His eyes burn hotter than fire, raking over every inch of my exposed skin like I’m something holy—and something filthy all at once.
Then his fingers find the clasp at the front of my bra.One flick and it’s gone.
My breasts bounce free and I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me.
I feelseen—so deeply, fully seen it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
But Luca isn’t done.
His big hands curl around my hips and heripsmy panties from my body.Just tears them off like they offended him by existing between us.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, clutching at his shoulders as I try to remember how tobreathe.
My chest heaves.My thighs tremble.My whole body is on high alert, drowning in adrenaline, desire, and disbelief.
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide as he takes me in.Like he’s committing every inch of me to memory.
“Get on the bed, Angel,” he growls.“Let me see what’s mine.”
And I do.I back up, knees hitting the edge of the mattress before I climb onto it, crawling backward until I’m laid out for him.Heart racing.Core throbbing.Every nerve ending in my body begging for his touch.
I feel like a goddess and a sinner and something he mightworship.
I watch as he undresses—his pants hitting the floor with a heavythud—and when I see his cock, thick and long and already glistening at the tip, I swear my breath catches in my throat.
I’m not scared.I’mstarving.
He climbs up the bed, covering me with his big, powerful body.And fuck, he crashes into me, lifting me to heights I never even dreamed of.
Minutes after we come back down, Luca’s hard again, and I am so ready for it.
One hand cups my breast, teasing my nipple until I cry out.
The other trails lower, between my thighs, where I’m still so sensitive and soaking wet for him.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, mouth at my throat.“You weremadefor me.”
“Luca,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer.
He shifts, and I feel his shallow thrusts nudging against my clit.
Pleasure pools deep in my gut, building into a wave of unstoppable bliss.
“I need you,” I say, voice cracking with emotion.“Please.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he growls, kissing me as he pushes even deeper inside me, touching me where no one else ever has.
I feel every inch.
