Page 122 of Alpha-Ex Wedding Ruse
“The more I think about it, Leila, the more I realize how wrong I was five years ago. You’re the purest soul I’ve ever met—incapable of even a fraction of the things they accused you of. And I should have done better. I should have believed in our love. I should have believed in you. I was…” he pursed his lips, his eyes flicking between mine. “I was just scared you were going to leave me like she did. That you’d wake up and decide I wasn’t worth your love.”
“Luca…” I shook my head. “You’re wrong.”
“I know now,” his voice cracked. “You’re not my mother, Leila. You’re nothing like her. You’re you—beautiful, kind, affectionate, strong against all odds. And that’s exactly why I love you. Exactly why I never stopped loving you.”
My breath hitched at his confession. Luca was laying himself bare before me. I’d never seen this version of him—never. Even when we were together five years ago, he kept his emotions locked away, as if letting them spill would unravel everything holding him together. But now, he was wide open, his soul stripped raw for me to see. Admiration swirled in his eyes. Alongside love. But there was also uncertainty—not for himself, but for me.
“But Leila, I’m tired of this back and forth between us. I’m tired of feeling like I’m losing my mind thinking about you and the fact that you’re going out with my brother.” He dragged in a frustrated breath, pulling back just enough to rake a hand through his messy hair. “I’m tired of you pushing me away. I need to hear you say it.” His hands returned to my face, his palms warm against my skin. “I need to hear you say that you want me. That you feel the same way.”
“You know I do, Luca,” I whispered.
“Then say it,” he urged, his voice low, rough. “Say it, Leila.”
I rose onto my toes until our noses almost touched. Then I kissed him—just a small, fleeting brush of lips—before pulling back enough to murmur, “I need you, Luca.”
His eyes flashed, feral. And that was all it took.
He crashed his mouth against mine in a hot, searing kiss that defied any sense of coordination. Pressing his body into mine, he pinned me against the wall, one hand cradling my face while the other claimed my body like it was his birthright.
Need roared through me like wildfire as his hand slipped beneath the sweatshirt I was wearing to cup my breast. I moaned into his mouth, refusing to break the kiss even when he pinched my nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
By now, I could feel the hard bulge of his erection straining against his pants. He pressed it against me with a low, guttural growl, rocking his hips into mine as his mouth devoured me. His fingers circled mynipples through the thin fabric, sending jolts of heat through my body.
The pleasure was wild. The heat of his mouth spread like fire under my skin, every nerve ending alive, every inch of me aching for more. His taste, laced with alcohol, flooded my senses.
Luca dragged his hands from under my shirt and lifted me with effortless strength. I didn’t care where we were going until my ass hit the dining table.
In seconds, my shirt was gone. His mouth latched onto one aching nipple, and my head snapped back with a moan that ripped free—loud, unrestrained. No fear of Ollie walking in. Just us. Just him. Just me.
He tried to be calm. He tried to be gentle. But there was nothing gentle in the way he moved—like a starving man finally off the leash, an animal too long denied.
His free hand nudged my thighs apart, dipping between them until his fingers found my clit through my shorts. My entire body shuddered.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling back, chest heaving like he was fighting himself. “I’m trying not to let my wolf take over, Leila. He’ll be brutal.”
“And isn’t that what you want?”
His gaze dropped to my chest, then rose—darker, hungrier. “I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to,” I whispered. “I didn’t wait five years for you to fuck me like I’m a virgin.”
He stilled. His eyes widened. “Five years? You haven’t been with anyone, since…”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t. Not after you.”
His face softened, melting into something I couldn’t look away from. His gaze softened, warm and unguarded, as if the whole world had narrowed to just me. He reclaimed my mouth in another kiss, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me up the stairs—though “stairs” was a vague blur in my mind. Honestly, I wasn’t seeing clearly anymore. Thinking straight? Impossible. My mind was a haze, and all I could focus on was the thought of Luca thrusting his cock inside me.
He tossed me onto the bed, wasting no time ripping his shirt open,the buttons scattering in his hurry. While he undressed himself, I tugged off my shorts, leaving myself naked and sprawled across the sheets.
Luca cursed under his breath as he struggled with his slacks, the fabric catching at his ankle. Seconds later, they were flung somewhere into oblivion, followed by his boxer briefs.
His cock sprang free, and my breath hitched at the sight. I’d almost forgotten how big he was. My thighs pressed together instinctively, heat pooling in my already slick core.
He gripped himself, stroking slowly as he crawled over me. I spread my legs wider, welcoming him as he lined himself up against my entrance. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed in.
“God,” he groaned—and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as desire rippled across his features. A blissful smile curved his lips, like he was drunk on finally being inside me.
I cried out in pleasure, my eyes stinging with unshed tears at the sheer ecstasy—the way he stretched me, inch by inch, until he was buried so deep I could feel the tip of him graze my G-spot.
