Page 58 of Pucking Tangled
“God, Mia. I swear. You were made for me,” he panted.
He moved harder, rougher, chasing rhythm instead of perfection now. She met him beat for beat, nails dragging down his back, moans swallowed in desperate kisses. Their sweat-slicked skin stuck to the sheets. The headboard knocked against the wall, but neither of them cared.
Words failed her as she lost herself in pleasure.
Luca made her come again, her orgasm even more intense this time. Then he followed behind her, calling out her name like a siren’s plea.
They stayed tangled together, gasping for air and too afraid to let go.
“Still think I’m sweet?” he murmured, his voice totally wrecked.
“I think you’re dangerous, Luca Blackford. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Hours passed.
They’d drift off to sleep. Wake. Touch. Tease. Whisper.
Every time Mia thought she had enough, or that Luca might have—they proved each other wrong. A slow kiss on her neck. The brush of her knuckles along his ribs. The way he whispered her name like he was seeing her for the first time all over again.
She finally curled into him beneath the covers, boneless and sated, her back pressed against his chest. Mia drifted toward sleep when she felt him again—hard and ready, pressing low against her spine.
He didn’t speak.
Just eased her thighs apart with trembling fingers and slid into her from behind, his arm looping around her middle, pulling her tight to him as if he needed her to breathe.
His mouth pressed to the curve of her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin as he moved inside her with slow, tender care. Mia's hand reached behind her, found his hip and held him there.
This time their moans were quiet, lost in the dark hush of the room.
They came together with a content sigh, like a secret.
Theirsecret.
In the early morning hours, she woke to find Luca watching her. His eyes hooded and dark withdesire.
One look was all it took to set her entire body on fire again.
She pulled him on top of her this time.
Her fingers clutched at his back as he plunged into her, deeper, rougher, their mouths finding each other in open-mouthed kisses that tasted like desperation. Luca groaned her name as she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up into him, matching his rhythm with fierce need.
“Your cock feels amazing buried inside of me,” she whispered in his ear.
Luca’s breath hitched and his pace faltered. “Shit, Mia. Say it again.”
“I love the way your cock fills me up. How you bury yourself deep inside of me.”
“Goddamn, Mia,” he grunted as his pace turned erratic. He pressed his forehead to hers. “Wish we could stay here forever.”
His thumb found her clit as he fucked her harder and faster than before.
“Luca.” Her own hands found her breasts, teasing her nipples and bringing herself even closer to another orgasm.
“Fuck. Your pussy is squeezing my cock so good. Come for me, baby. Come on my cock so I can blow my load, Mia.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Luca…I…ohh…fuuucccck.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. Toes curled and she held on for dear life as Luca came along with her.
He kissed her lips. “If the world ended right now, I’d die a happy man.”
