“Say it,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I cry, my body arching against his as the pleasure builds again, sharp and overwhelming. “I’m yours, Luca. Only yours.”
“Good girl,” he growls, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, angling me so he hits even deeper. The bed creaks beneath us, the sounds of our bodies colliding filling the room as he drives into me relentlessly, his control slipping with every thrust.
I’m on the edge again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, and I know he feels it. His thumb finds my clit, circling with brutal precision as his cock pounds into me, and the combination is devastating.
“Come for me again,” he growls. “I want to feel you fall apart around me.”
I can’t hold back. My climax hits me like a tidal wave.
His weight presses down on me, grounding me, but even as our breathing slows, I can feel him stirring inside me again. Heshifts slightly, his cock still buried deep, twitching with fervent need. I gasp as the sensation sparks through my overly sensitive body, and when I glance up, his eyes are locked on mine, dark and burning with hunger.
He moves, pulling back just enough to thrust into me again, slow and deliberate, dragging against every inch of my swollen, sensitive heat.
I cry out, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he sets a relentless pace. “Luca, I?—”
“You can take it,” he murmurs. “You’ll take everything I give you. And I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name all over again.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me, and I arch into him, my nails digging into his back as he thrusts harder, deeper, each movement more devastating than the last. The bed creaks beneath us, the sounds of our bodies colliding raw and primal, echoing in the air.
“Look at you,” he groans, gripping my thighs and angling me higher, his cock hitting even deeper, the sensation unbearable in the best way. “So perfect. So goddamn perfect for me.”
“Luca!” I cry, my voice breaking as his thumb finds my clit, circling roughly in time with his thrusts. My body tightens, the pleasure building impossibly high, and I can’t stop the desperate sounds spilling from my lips.
“Yes,” I sob, my body trembling as the tension coils tighter, my world narrowing to the feel of him, the way he fills me completely, ruthlessly. “Please, Luca. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic, harder, faster, until I’m right on the edge, my body burning with need. “Come for me, Valentina. Let me feel you lose control.”
His words send me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm slams into me. The pleasure is blinding, each wave crashing into the next, leaving me shaking, gasping, utterly wrecked.
But he doesn’t stop. His movements grow frantic as he drives toward his peak, his grip on my hips bruising, his groans low and guttural as he finally lets go, spilling inside me with a raw, primal sound that makes me shiver.
We collapse together, tangled in each other, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. His weight presses into me, grounding me, his lips brushing against my temple in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, his voice deep with certainty. “Always.”
I cling to him, my heart pounding, my body trembling, and I know that no matter how much he takes from me, I’ll always give him more. Because he’s mine too.
He’s my king, and I’m his queen.
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
VALENTINA
The room is quiet, the first rays of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains, casting a soft golden glow over Luca’s sleeping form. He’s on his back, one arm draped lazily over his chest, the other resting beside him. The sharp planes of his face are softened in the early light, his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks.
He looks peaceful, a stark contrast to the raw, relentless man I know when he’s awake. But as my gaze drifts lower, over the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of muscle down his stomach, and finally to the thick outline beneath the sheets, a different kind of warmth spreads through me.
I bite my lip, sliding carefully out of bed, letting the sheet pool at my waist. He doesn’t stir as I settle myself beside him, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his chest. His skin is warm under my lips, and I let them trail lower, teasing, testing, until I feel his breathing hitch slightly.
“Valentina…” His voice is rough, low, still thick with sleep, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
“Shh,” I murmur, letting my lips continue their journey downward. I tug the sheet back slowly, revealing him fully, hardand heavy against his stomach. The sight alone makes my breath catch, heat pooling low in my belly.
I glance up, but his eyes are still closed, though his breathing is uneven now, his chest rising and falling more rapidly. Smiling to myself, I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly, deliberately. He groans softly, his hips shifting slightly, and I lean down, letting my tongue flick over the tip, tasting him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his hand twitching against the bed, but he still doesn’t open his eyes.
