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We kiss for several long minutes. I don’t want to stop. He starts to pull away. Before he gets far, I fling my arms around his neck and pull him back down to me. His lips smile against mine. His hips give a thrust into me. I felt his length against my hip when he first kissed me. Now it is against my stomach. Hard and almost pulsing. It digs into me. I want to reach down and touch it. Lick it. Do all the things I know other kids my age do. I’ve never given a lot of thought to my lack of sexual experience. Now I am and I am completely frustrated that I don’t know how to act.

Where do my hands go? Do I keep them around his neck? Should I run my fingers through his hair? His hand is now on my ass. Should I put mine on his?

“Quit thinking.” He says as I let out a moan. His mouth moves down my chin to my neck.

“Can’t help it.” His hips give another thrust before he slides one of his legs between mine. The friction of his thigh against my sex makes me moan again. He swallows it with his mouth.

“Give you something else to think about.” He grasps the hem of my shirt and before I can think to stop him he has it over my head and on the floor. My bra quickly following. I immediately want to cover myself. To hide the multiple scars across my torso and back. Mementos of my run ins with the hit-men of the past. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles. Completely ignoring the angry red marks as his mouth latches onto one of my nipples. They ache horribly. His teeth nibble gently before he gives a good bite that he soothes with his tongue. My other nipple isn’t missing out on the action. His hand tweaks and rolls it. I give another moan. My hips rolling against his thigh. I know I am wet down there. I wonder if he can feel it through my pants.

His mouth latches onto my other nipple and gives it the same treatment. My hands go to his hair. I give a tug not sure if I want to pull him off of me or pull his mouth back up to lips. I don’t get a choice. His mouth is on mine again. His hands cupping my ass and lifting me into the air.

“Are you wet for me cara mia?” I can’t answer even if I wanted to. His mouth is devouring mine. I’m a moaning mess. My hips still rocking only this time it’s not his thigh. It’s his impressive length that I’m brushing against. He gives a moan of his own.

Suddenly my feet are back on the floor. His lips pull from mine. I try to chase them but he holds my hips back. Did I do something wrong? Why is he stopping?

He taps his finger to my nose. “Stop thinking.” Then his forehead presses against mine. I wait for the kissing to resume. “I can’t defile you on the first day. You deserve to be cherished.” My heart warms at his words. “We need to wash you.”

His hands go to the buttons on my jeans. That snaps me out of my thoughts. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you naked.” He says it so seriously. Like it’s a normal occurrence between us. I want to stop him. I should stop him. He kisses me into silence. The warmth of his lips. The bruising way he takes me has all thought fading. Before I know it my jeans are at my ankles and he is on bended knee lifting my legs one at a time to remove them. His face is level with my sex. Can he smell my arousal? Can he see how wet he made me?

Luca groans. The sound vibrating up my legs as pulls my panties down. His fingers barely grazing my lower lips. I want him to touch me again. To spread me apart and devour me. When the hell did I become this sex crazed? Wasn’t it just this morning I wanted to shoot this man?

Big calloused hands run up my legs. My skin pebbles. Wet, soft lips press below my navel. I close my eyes. Silently begging for those lips to go lower. They don’t. “Soon cara mia. Soon we can explore each other’s bodies. Today I just want to bathe you.”

I swallow a whimper as he sweeps me into his arms and carries me into the bath. The water is near full and he shuts it off after he gets us settled into the water. My back is to his chest.

Until today I had never seen a naked man, let alone touched one. I had never been kissed and now I am in the biggest bathroom I have ever seen, naked and in the arms of an also naked man whose mouth has ravaged mine repeatedly.

His hard length is pressed against my ass. I give a wiggle. Loving how he reacts to me. Luca gives a playful bite to my ear.

There is no more kissing while his expert hands wash me from tip to toe. I had hoped his hand would linger between my legs. I even tried provoking him by giving another wiggle against him.

He even washed my hair. Forcing a moan from me as he massaged my scalp. I had to hold back further moans. His hands felt too good.

Before I know it, we are both clean and wrapped in warm towels. He kisses me on the nose and leads me out into the bedroom. The room I now am certain is his. He lets go of my hands and walks into the closet while I stare at the bed. My body was craving to go further while I was in his arms and his lips were on me. Looking at the bed now is like being dosed with a bucket of cold water. I can’t believe I was basically humping his leg and begging to be fucked. That’s not who I am. I have too much planned to get distracted by a man now. Not when I am so close to having vengeance on all those that have hurt my mom and me.

Luca returns from the closet. He’s wearing a pair of black slacks and a button up shirt still open so I can see his chest. In his hands are clothes. Looks like a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. “Tomorrow I’ll have some clothes delivered. For now you can wear mine.”

I can’t look him in the eye. Shame is quickly building as I grab the clothes from him. I turn to go back into the bathroom where I can change without feeling his eyes roam over my body.

Before I can make my escape his arms are around me. Boxing me in. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” I lie as I try to extract myself from him.

“You sure sweetheart?” He says as he nuzzles his nose along my neck then jaw. My knees begin to buckle but he hold me steady.

I have found guys attractive in the past, though not in the way I do Luca. I had tried not to fall for his looks while I observed my dad. It was hard. Not only does he have an insanely attractive body with muscles that make me drool, he’s also genuinely a good guy. I observed him interacting with staff as though they are friends. He spoke with the soldiers with authority yet when he spotted one that seemed down or off he pulled them aside and spoke to them. They always left the conversation looking lighter.

Then there is his loyalty. I have seen him tested time and time again. He does not waver. It’s a rare quality. At least in my experience.

Nope. Nope. Can’t let this go on. I won’t be a one night stand. And there is no way he is looking for more. We barely know each other. Granted my spying has me at the advantage. It doesn’t matter. I can’t veer off course now.

I try again to push him away. He doesn’t let me. Instead he presses his lips to mine. I try not to respond. I pinch my lips together. His teeth nip at them. His hands grasp my ass and pull me closer. Not that I had much room to go. We were already touching. Now we were smashed together. Giving up, I open my mouth and allow him to consume me. Our tongues battle for dominance. There is no real fight. I’m far less experience than him.

He pulls back with a grin. “Princess, are you a virgin?”

My eyes go wide. How the hell did he guess that? Luca gives a little laugh and grabs onto my hips and plants one last chaste kiss on my lips. I’m finally able to push him away. “You don't have to be a dick about it.”

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