Page 146 of Their Reckless Thief
I lowered my lips to her neck, placing soft, lingering kisses along the delicate curve. The salty-sweet taste of her skin mixed with the faint hint of lavender from her shampoo, a combination so intoxicating it made my head spin. My teeth grazed her neck lightly, the animal inside me begging to mark her, to claim her. A growl rumbled deep in my chest, the sound vibrating against her skin as my kisses moved lower, tracing the line of her shoulder blades, then the curve of her back.
Every inch of her drove me closer to madness.
Her wide eyes locked onto mine as if I held the answers to some question she couldn’t bring herself to ask. I leaned down, capturing her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue before nipping softly.
Her soft, breathless gasp shot straight to my core, making my vision go fuzzy. I palmed her other breast, pinching and rolling the hard nub until she let out a mewling whimper that made my cock throb painfully against her thigh.
I wanted to lose myself in her.
No, that wasn’t right. I wanted tobecomehers. Entirely.
Releasing her breast, I reached for the loofah on the shelf, the coconut-scented soap slick in my hands as I lathered it. Her brow furrowed slightly, curiosity flickering in her gaze.
“What are you doing?”
I kissed the tip of her nose, a gesture so soft it felt foreign to me. “I’m going to wash you, Celeste. Let me take care of you.”
Her expression softened. She didn’t protest, didn’t stop me as I ran the loofah over her skin, washing away every trace of sweat, of tension, of the outside world. My touch grew slower, more intimate, as I traced the curves of her hips, her thighs, the line of her spine.
Her breathing grew uneven as she skimmed the planes of my chest and abdomen. Every touch left fire in its wake, burning away the shadows until I could think of nothing but her.
“Luca, please.”
My fingers dipped lower into the heat between her thighs. Her wetness coated me as I teased her entrance, and she arched into me as though she couldn’t stand the space between us.
“Do you trust me, Celeste?”
She looked at me then, her eyes wide, vulnerable, perfect. “I do.”
Her words were my salvation and my destruction, a promise I didn’t deserve but would die to protect.
Her eyes widened as I sank to my knees before her, water cascading over my shoulders and pooling around us. There was a hint of surprise in her gaze, but it quickly softened. Trust. She was giving me her trust, and fuck if that didn’t break something inside me.
I guided her leg over my shoulder, my hands trembling as the sweet, musky scent of her arousal hit me. I let out a shaky breath and pressed my cheek to the inside of her thigh.
I shouldn’t have wanted her this much. What I felt for her went far deeper than deep. It was an obsession that gnawed at me, that whispered she could be mine if only I could be good enough for her.
But I wasn’t.
Even now, as I pressed my lips to her folds and slid my tongue along her slit, I knew I wasn’t worthy. Yet here I was, worshipping her like she was the only light left in my ruined world.
Her salty-sweet taste made my head spin. A low groan rumbled in my throat as I pushed a finger inside her, her heat gripping me so tightly it almost hurt. She let out a soft, broken moan, her hips shifting instinctively toward me, seeking more.
I flicked my tongue against her clit, gently at first, testing her body’s response to me. She grabbed onto my shoulders, gripping hard enough to bruise as she tried to steady herself, though it was clear she was losing control.
“Luca,” she gasped. The pure need and trust in her tone sent a surge of desperate pride through me. Celeste was letting me take care of her, and I planned to unravel her completely.
I sucked on her clit, and she bucked against me, grinding into my face. With every flick of my tongue, her moans grew louder and more broken. I slid a finger inside her, curling it against that spot that always had her gasping for more.
“Fuck, Celeste. You’re so perfect.”
Her intoxicating scent assaulted my every sense, making me dizzy with need. I wanted to drown in it, to lose myself completely in her gasps and moans, in the slight sting of pain of her nails raking down my shoulders as she chased her release. I added another finger, stretching her, filling her, and fucking her while my tongue worked relentlessly against her swollen clit.
She cried out, one hand pulling at my hair, and I knew she was close.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go for me. Give me everything.”
“Fuck!” she screamed as her climax hit. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, holding me captive. Her juices coated my face, and I lapped hungrily at her sweetness, savoring every drop.
