Page 107 of Luca
“Your father killed my da.” Drip. Drip. Drip. “I didn’t remember it. Not until I ran into you in Temptation. It made me hate you. That your father took mine away. That you were a reminder of what I’d lost.”
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I couldn’t ever let her find out this secret.
Margaret pressed her face tightly against my neck. The three of us held tightly, our baby in peaceful sleep, offering strength I never knew I needed.
The words ofThe Night Before Christmasleft my lips on nothing more than a breath and my family held tightly against my chest.
Everything was right with the world as I rocked back and forth with the two most important women in my arms.
As we lay our daughter down in her crib, and I scooped my wife into my arms to carry her to our bed, I should have known nothing stays buried forever.
Instead, I dropped to my knees, pushed her short silky nightgown up, removed her panties, and parted my wife’s legs wide, her glistening pussy making all reason leave my brain and run to my cock. The scent of her arousal filled my lungs, making my head swim more than any alcohol or drug ever could. My chest heaved with the need to taste her.
I jerked her hips forward, burying my head between her thighs, until her pussy was on my face. She was my heaven and my hell. She was my kingdom come, my queen.
I lapped at her pussy and got lost in her ocean scent.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her fingers fisting in my hair. I ate her like I was a starving man. I sucked and licked her. Her back arched off the bed, grinding against my face, and I relished in every roll of her hips. Her every moan. Every whimper.
The flesh of her cunt was swollen and her juices flowed in a torrent as I lapped at her like my life depended on it. I shoved two fingers inside her and she moaned, rocking herself on my hand.
“Luca.” My name on her lips was the sweetest music. Her scent soaked into my soul, drowning me in it. I drew her clit between my lips and suckled. She orgasmed, violently and hard. Her fingers threaded my hair and pulled, her body jerking as she came on my face.
I stared up at her, ravenous, and my cock grew hard in my pajama pants. Our eyes locked, her cheeks flushed and her gaze hooded.
She licked her lips. “I need you inside me.”
“It’s only been eight weeks.” This would be enough. I could wait another few weeks. After all, I waited years for her.
“The doctor said six weeks only,” she breathed. “Please, Luca.” Uncertainty crossed her eyes and her hands came to her lower stomach, over the scar. “Unless–”
I took her hands and gently tugged them away. Taking the hem of her bunched up baby doll nightgown and pulling it over her head, I lowered my gaze to her stomach. Then brought my lips to the scar.
“Don’t hide from me, Margaret,” I murmured as my lips brushed against it. “Your scars are beautiful. Your soul is beautiful. Your heart is beautiful.” My mouth trailed up her stomach and to her perky nipples. “You are beautiful. Don’t ever hide from me.”
I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, scraping my teeth over her sensitive buds. Fuck, I needed her pussy strangling my dick right-the-fuck now. My tip found her entrance and a tremble rolled down my spine. The wet heat surrounded me as I pushed inside her.
We both panted together, our gazes full of lust held as I tunneled inside her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Then start fucking me, Luca,” she hissed, all patience gone. “I got the shot, so no need to worry about getting me pregnant.”
Madonna mia.Her sassy mouth always made an appearance at the most peculiar times. But I indulged her. I’d always indulge her. I’d give her everything. If she asked for my life, she’d get it. If she asked for my balls, they were hers.
I thrust gently, teasing her, not filling her fully. “God, Luca. Please, more.”
“I want to fuck you hard,” I told her.
She was dripping wet, her juices trickling down her thighs.
“I can take it,” she panted. “Please. Please, fuck me.”
I slid deeper and a shiver wracked her body as I drove deep. A groan vibrated through my chest and my control slipped. I fucked her, rutting her like an animal. My mind warned me to slow down, but I was out of control. I craved her, needed her, and wanted to get as deep inside her as possible.
“Fuck, mia bella,” I growled against her ear. “Am I hurting you?”
“More, Luca. More.”
