Page 44 of Sexted By a Stranger
His warm lips brushed feather-light just below my left eye, catching a tear before it could fall, kissing away its salt with infinite tenderness.
That gentle touch sent an uncontrollable shiver racing to my fingertips. All the overwhelming fear, terror, and relief seemed to dissolve beneath that single, reverent kiss.
He pulled back slightly. "No more tears."
Each word fell like a stone into the still water of my heart, sending ripples through my entire being.
"Does it still hurt?" My gaze drifted back to the thick bandages at his shoulder.
The corner of his mouth twitched up in the faintest suggestion of a smile, somehow managing to radiate lazy sensuality despite everything. His thumb, callused and warm where it rested over my hand, began a slow, deliberate stroke along the sensitive skin of my inner wrist, sending tiny electric shocks up my arm.
"It hurts," he admitted readily, voice rough as sandpaper, but his eyes blazed into mine with unmistakable intent.
That look, those words, the lingering caress of his fingers—they were all wordless invitations that suddenly made the air too thin, too hot to breathe properly.
I bit my lip, carefully climbing onto the bed, straddling him with deliberate care to avoid his injury. His eyes flared, like smoldering coals, tracking every move. I leaned down, hands braced on either side of his shoulders, and kissed him, my lips soft against his. This time, I deepened it, my tongue mimicking the rhythm he'd taught me.
His breathing grew heavy, his hand finding my waist, pulling me into a fiercer kiss. His tongue slid against mine, claiming every inch. My heart pounded, a wildfire spreading through me. His hand moved from my chin to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair, tightening just enough to draw me closer. Our tongues danced, chasing each other, lost in the heat.
The quiet of the room shattered under our ragged breaths.
His kisses turned urgent, raw with need, like he was unleashing something long held back. His hand slid from my neck, down my spine, settling on my waist. His fingers grazed my skin, slow and deliberate, then moved upward, brushing my chest. The touch was so gentle it sent a jolt through me, a soft moan escaping my lips.
I pulled back, suddenly aware of his injury, my eyes darting to the bandages. "Luca, your wound…"
He chuckled, low and dark, his eyes like midnight. "Keep going."
His hand settled on my waist, fingers digging into my skin, urging me on while calming my nerves. I hesitated, glancing at the bandage, my body still trembling from his earlier kisses. His right arm pulled me closer, lips brushing my earlobe as he growled, "Babe, I'm fine. Don't stop." His hot breath sent a shiver through me, shattering my resolve.
Straddling him, my skirt bunched at my waist, I bit my lip to hide my nerves. Our eyes locked, a mix of shyness and teasing in mine as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties, sliding them off and tossing them aside. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me tremble, and his gaze darkened, desire burning like a wildfire.
I leaned down, kissing him hard, my tongue meeting his with equal hunger, the kiss dizzying. My hands moved to his waist, tugging at the loose gray sweatpants he wore as a patient. The fabric slid down easily, revealing his hard length. His breathing grew heavy, eyes blazing with want. My fingers traced his right shoulder, feeling the taut muscle and heat of his skin, carefully avoiding the bandaged left side.
His right hand slid to my chest, caressing through my thin blouse, his thumb circling the sensitive peak, coaxing a soft moan from me. He unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it aside to expose my black lace bra. His fingers tugged the bra down, lips closing around one nipple, tongue swirling and sucking, while his other hand teased the other side, possessive yet gentle. My back arched, breaths turning to gasps, my fingers digging into his right shoulder, soaking in his warmth.
"I want all of you, Sheila," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, fingers brushing my clit, circling slowly. The sensation hit like a shockwave, drawing a broken moan as my body jolted. His touch was precise, alternating between light and firm, like he knew every inch of me. My hips rocked instinctively, chasing his fingers, the pleasure building until I whimpered his name, voice shaky.
He guided me down, his length entering me slowly. I held my breath, adjusting to the fullness, the initial tightness melting into pleasure. I moved carefully, avoiding his wound, each motion deliberate. His breaths grew ragged, eyes burning, his right hand gripping my waist like he wanted to meld us together.
I found a rhythm, each rise and fall driving him deeper, hitting that sensitive spot inside me. My hands braced on his right chest, fingers digging into his skin, feeling his heartbeat. The bandage on his left shoulder tightened slightly, and I slowed, whispering, "Luca, you sure you're okay?" He chuckled, pulling me close with his right arm, forehead against mine. "I'm fine, babe. You're driving me crazy."
His lips claimed mine again, tongue mimicking my rhythm, stealing my breath. I moved faster, hair spilling over my shoulders, swaying with each motion. His eyes lingered on my waist, obsession clear. "Your waist… it's killing me," he growled. My cheeks burned, his words fueling my desire. I leaned down, kissing his right shoulder, tongue tracing his skin, teasing but careful. His breaths quickened, a low groan of my name escaping as his right hand slid back to my clit, fingers rubbing fast, pushing my pleasure higher. I trembled, moaning, "Luca…" my voice breaking.
He sat up, right arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me flush against him, avoiding his wound. His lips grazed my ear, voice low and possessive: "You're mine, Sheila. Only mine." My heart stuttered, tears pricking my eyes as I nodded. "Yeah… I'm yours."
I gave myself fully, moving faster, each thrust deeper, like I was merging with him. His right arm steadied me, eyes blazing with love and desire. His fingers kept working my clit, driving me toward the edge. Pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I screamed his name, body shaking as climax consumed me. He followed, a deep growl rumbling as he shuddered, releasing inside me. We trembled together, sweat and heat blending, becoming one.
After, I collapsed against him, breaths steadying. He brushed damp hair from my face, his touch gentle, like I was something precious. He pulled me close, hand resting on my waist, strokingsoftly. "I just wanna hold you like this," he murmured. I nestled into his chest, his steady heartbeat anchoring me, knowing this was more than just our bodies—it was our hearts entwining.
Chapter 15
Luca
"Boss, confirmed." Ragnar's voice cut like an ice blade. "Two hours before the hit, Connor's men assembled in batches across these three blocks." The laser pointer's red dot hovered over the tactical screen. "It was a meticulously planned ambush."
My gaze locked onto the glowing markers, fury churning in my chest.
That bastard Connor. Did he truly think one cheap shot would reveal my limits?
