Page 83 of Sworn to My Heart
Our eyes lock, and his breathing deepens as he leans over me, never breaking our gaze. In a moment of abandon, he presses his erection against my already throbbing entrance, but he quickly withdraws, flipping me onto my stomach and gripping my buttocks firmly, spreading them to expose my most sensitive area. His finger glides over my exposed skin, wetting it with my fluids, and a loud moan escapes me as his finger delicately strokes my clit. The pace he sets threatens to overwhelm me.
Withdrawing his finger, he leaves a cool dampness, and circles my back entrance with his thumb now before gradually pushing it inside. I tighten around his thick digit as it fills me. He kisses my lower back, and before I can process it, he thrusts deeply into my wet core in one swift motion, his thumb still inside me.
“I can’t hold back with you,” he whispers in a hoarse voice, and I gasp a little at the sudden fullness.
He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending waves of pleasure through my body. His thumb inside my back entrance adds an extra layer of sensation, making me moan uncontrollably. I arch my back, pressing my hips up to meet his thrusts, craving more.
“Do you like that?” he asks, his voice husky with desire. I canonly nod, lost in the overwhelming sensations.
He picks up the pace, his hips slamming into mine with a powerful rhythm that leaves me breathless. The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, his grunts of effort, and my gasps of pleasure. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“Luca, please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for, just knowing I need more.
He responds by removing his thumb and inserting two fingers inside me, stretching me further and heightening the sensation. I cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me soaring higher. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing in slow circles that make my entire body shudder.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice rough with need. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I feel like I’m on the edge of a precipice, every nerve in my body tingling with anticipation. He thrusts harder, faster, driving us both toward the climax that’s been building for so long.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill through me. “I want to feel you come around me.”
His words send me over the edge, and I scream his name as my orgasm crashes through me. My body convulses, gripping tightly around his dick and fingers as waves of pleasure pulse through me. He doesn’t relent, continuing to thrust and stroke me through my climax, prolonging the ecstasy until I’m left trembling and spent.
Retracting his fingers, he grips my hips and swiftly flips me onto my back. He enters me again immediately, plunging deep and hard. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer as he pounds into me, his own release building.
“I’m close,” he grits out, his rhythm becoming erratic.
“Come inside me,” I whisper, my voice shaky with the remnantsof my orgasm.
With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me and lets out a guttural moan as he comes, his warmth flooding me. He collapses beside me as I turn back on my stomach, both of us panting and spent, sinking my cheek into the soft sheets.
Looking at him with satisfaction, I find his eyes locked onto mine.
“Your eyes could start wars,” he whispers as he brushes strands of hair off my cheek, sending me that captivating smile that ignites every cell in my body.
“It seems they’ve already started,” I reply honestly, knowing that while he may have taken down the Russians for now, he’s set up a dangerous path ahead—all because of me.
“You mean ended,” he corrects me immediately, and I give him a questioning look.
“We took out Stas and most of his men. It was a severe blow to the Russians, and the shipment we stopped also hurt their organization. It will take them time to get back on their feet. They’ll be fighting amongst themselves to find a replacement for Stas, killing each other in the streets,” he explains, a devilish smile appearing on his lips, satisfaction clear in his voice.
His confidence eases my tension. Despite his vengeful spree, he acted strategically, just as the Capo of New York should. It feels like things can finally settle down and return to normal, but my escape from my merfamily will continue to present challenges.
I’ll need to find a solution soon if I want to continue living with Luca on land. Marriage to that merman is out of the question.
Luca seems to be trying to decipher my expression. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“My family,” I answer honestly, “the one underwater,” I clarify as he looks at me questioningly.
“I know that here with you, I have a family and a home, but I don’t want to live constantly away from the ocean. I love my city underwater,” I explain, “and I also want to visit my adoptive parents, but they will definitely find me there. I have to find a solution.”
A heavy sigh escapes my lips, and Luca immediately sits up, facing me with a raised eyebrow, giving me a direct view of his perfectly scarred and tattooed chest through his open button-down shirt.
“I burned half of New York to bring you home; we can get you out of a marriage too,” he declares confidently. I wish I had his confidence.
“My father will never give up on this marriage,” I explain, sitting close to him and resting my head on his shoulder.
I wonder if he will understand. I remember what Cora told me. Even in their world, all marriages are marriages of convenience; only if they are lucky, do they end up in happy marriages like Cora and Mariano.
