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Waves of pleasure course through my body, making me quiver. My inner muscles clench, drawing his cock deep into my body. He's teetering on the edge of release, and I’m the one who pushed him to his limits.

Luca’s rhythm becomes erratic until finally, he groans, finds his release, and collapses.

Wrapping my arms around him, I sigh contentedly, stroking his hair until his breathing settles. My limbs are heavy and content, and my eyelids flutter closed.

Luca wraps his body around mine. It’s such a tender moment. So intimate. He’ll take care of me like no one else can.

This moment is pure perfection.

It's everything I always wanted--until he slips from my embrace.

Chapter8

Luca

I’ve lain awake countless nights, imagining what this would feel like. I painted a picture in my mind of every detail, even down to what Audrey would sound like in the heat of passion when she cried out my name.

The throaty sound she made when she shattered proved better than any of my fantasies. The best part? Loving Audrey is no longer a dream. It’s my new reality. By accepting me, Audrey’s fulfilled my deepest wish.

Lying by the fire, I gently run my fingers through Audrey's hair. The moment feels perfect—her head on my chest, the fire crackling, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Audrey snuggles into the blanket, eyes heavy. When she falls asleep, I’ll carry her to bed. Until then, I’ll bask in her beauty, imprinting this perfect moment into my memory for safekeeping. Although, I really should get up and fetch a washcloth before she drifts to sleep.

Audrey’s shoulders tense as she sits up abruptly, almost like she’s been waiting for something terrible to happen.

“Where are you—”

“I’m right here,” I assure her. “I was only going to get a washcloth.”

I immediately cup her face, thumbs lightly brushing her cheeks, holding her gaze to anchor her in the present moment.

I don’t want to leave her. Opting for the next best thing, I reach for the tissues. After cleaning her, I throw out the used condom and tissues, grab a blanket, and drape it over us, sealing in the warmth of the moment.

As I trace gentle circles on her wrist, she’s absorbed by the rhythm, her tension melting away. Each stroke is a silent promise, an affirmation that she’s the center of my universe.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her mood shifting. “Luca.”

“Yes, love.”

“I need to get something off my chest.”

“Shhh,” I whisper, pressing a finger to her lips.

“No more secrets or misunderstandings, okay? If things go sour between us—”

I brush my fingers across her cheek and whisper, “Shh—it’s okay. It’ll be alright.”

“I’m not built to handle the disappointment.”

I’ll be equally crushed. I blame my family and their stupid rules and her family for enforcing them.

“You can tell me anything,” I remind her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the engagement sooner. I didn’t want to upset you.” Audrey casts her eyes downward, avoiding mine.

“You could never upset me.”

She looks up, skepticism in the way she raises her eyebrows. “No? You stopped talking to me, then took off to Europe and—”

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