Page 114 of Luca
However, losing my baby would be a thousand times worse. I’d have to disappear - my daughter and me. The two of us would leave all this behind.
He pulled me closer to him, enveloping me in his scent and despite the events that occurred this evening, my body responded to his touch. I should push him away, start screaming, except that would alert him.
Besides, if I leave him, I’d need this. For me. For the lonely nights that were coming.
My palm came to rest on his chest, then stroked it softly. There was something wrong with me, because even with what I had just learned, touching him sent a shudder through me.
Luca rolled me over and pulled me down on top of him. In one swift move, he pulled my nightgown off me and ripped my panties, leaving me naked.
“You keep ripping my panties, I’m going to be left without,” I breathed as my heart cracked inch by inch.
His dark chuckle filled the space. His hand lightly stroked my back, kissing me. Our tongues tangled. He made a wild noise in his throat and his eyes closed. His tongue moved faster, harder, twirling with mine.
I surrendered to the kiss and to his touch but those ghosts lurked.
His hands palmed my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples. A soft, whimpering sound escaped my lips. My nails dug into his shoulder, holding on to him. Just for a while longer.
His mouth replaced one of his thumbs on my nipple and I hissed out a breath. His teeth scraped my nipple. Hard. My back arched at the sensation. The pulse between my legs throbbed.
As if he felt every sensation swimming through my veins, his hand traveled down my stomach, lower and lower, until he parted my legs. The evidence of my arousal trickled down my inner thighs. His finger brushed over my clit and a moan filled our bedroom.
He flipped us over, his body hovering over mine. His finger swept from my clit to my entrance, then he brought it to his lips and licked it clean.
“You taste exquisite,” he grunted. “My addiction.”
His mouth traveled down my body, until he reached my parted legs. He pushed his palms below my butt and lifted my hips up, then pressed his mouth on my throbbing flesh. His eyes were on me, possessive and hungry as he licked me. From my clit to my entrance.
He dipped his tongue into my entrance and my hands came to his hair, gripping and holding on to him. I needed more of him. So much more. His tongue moved in and out of me, tongue fucking me.
My thighs closed over him, my torso grinding against his mouth as he groaned, eating me out. His groan vibrated to the core of me, my insides quivering with anticipation of the pleasure to come.
“I want to eat you every day,” he murmured, pushing my legs further apart. “Until I die, Wife.”
His fingers gently opened my lips, licking me from entrance to clit and back again. His growl of satisfaction vibrated through me and my body shuddered ready for release. Then his tongue dipped deeper into my entrance. My toes curled from the intense sensations and my back arched off the bed.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
He ran a rough hand down my leg, then lifted it over his shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair, grinding against his tongue. My hips moved of their own will, hungry for more. Needing more of him. He tongue fucked me.In and out. In and out.
Each time his tongue pushed deeper inside me words spilled from my lips. Unintelligible. Gaelic. English.
My eyes rolled back in my head. My ears buzzed. My blood lit up, electrifying my body. Sparks burned.
The pressure exploded, and I came so hard, my ears rang. I struggled to catch my breath, that sweet ache throbbing between my thighs and a languid sensation filling my body.
“Look at me.” His words came through the buzzing in my ears and my eyes fluttered open. It was only then that I realized his hand covered my mouth and I bit into it. He pulled his hand from my mouth, and by the teeth marks, I’d bitten down hard when I came.
His breathing matched my own and his gaze was filled with something soft and dark.
He nipped at my lip.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he growled.
I shivered. “Please.” This man betrayed me in the worst way and still, his touch was everything to me.
He deepened the kiss with a hot glide of his tongue. Heat bloomed between my legs, and I needed him inside me with a desperate ache. In the corner of my mind, I wondered how I would ever survive without his touch for the rest of my life.
Withouthim.
