Fated Love(The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4)(6)By: Franca Storm
A moment later, the two of them were swallowed in a whirl of black smoke.
She felt him behind her suddenly. She took another gulp of water from her glass to soothe her dry throat and then she put it in the sink and turned around to face him.
“I thought you were asleep, Luca.”
“I woke you? I’m sorry. I’m going back to bed.”
She moved to pass him but he blocked her escape. She looked up into his eyes to see that they were hooded with desire.
“Luca,” she protested.
His gaze raked over her slowly and she watched him salivate at the sight of her. “You cannot blame me, princess. You are naked.”
What? Naked? “Oh my God,” she gasped as she cast a glance down at herself. “I didn’t…how?”
He moved closer, his body pressing hers into the counter at her back. “It is how you desired me to see you.”
“Yes,” he breathed in her ear. “This is your dream. I am not compelling you. You are in full control.”
She looked up at him and met his intense gaze. The pull was so powerful. She couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to look away.
“You want me to take you,” he accused.
In the dark recesses of her mind, she knew something wasn’t right here. She didn’t belong to him. Did she? But the faint warning seemed so far away. Who did she belong to if it wasn’t Luca? The longer she held his gaze, the more everything else faded away until it was just the two of them.
“I know how you want it, princess. Let me give you what you’ve craved for so long,” he said, stroking her silky, black hair.
“Yes. I need you. Please.”
His lips brushed hers softly, hesitantly, until she responded to him. His fingers ran up and down her back, sending a shiver of sensation through her entire body. She moaned into his mouth, parting her lips for him. His tongue teased hers, joining with her, tasting every inch of her mouth, exploring thoroughly.
His kiss was all-consuming. She couldn’t think. She could only feel. It was like a drug and he’d just activated her addiction. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
She needed more.
His hands kneaded her breasts. He grazed her nipples with his thumbs, causing her to cry out at the delightful sensation.
“Yes, Luca,” she murmured, arching her back and pushing them deeper into his palms.
He broke their kiss and stepped back to pull his shirt over his head.
“Tell me you want me, princess.”
She decided to show him instead. Her hands explored his sculpted chest. She’d forgotten how incredibly cut he was—it was as though his abs had been carved out of stone. They were so perfect—so firm as well. She couldn’t stop touching them. She replaced her fingers with her mouth. Her tongue circled his nipples and then she licked the length of him from between his pecs all the way down to the waistband of his leather pants. The soft noise of satisfaction that he made turned her on all the more and she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.
“I need to feel you. Now, Luca,” she said, gripping his belt.
He chuckled and stepped back to unbuckle the belt himself. “Turn around,” he said softly.
She complied instantly, her fingers gripping the countertop so fiercely that her knuckles were white from her exertion. The anticipation of him was almost too much. She whimpered with need.
And then she felt him against her. The tip of his cock teased her soaking wet entrance. He slid inside slowly, kissing her hair, her neck, her shoulders.
He stilled within her for a moment. “Ready, princess?” he breathed into her ear.
She nodded fervently.
His hands gripped her hips, his touch so gentle, so loving. And then he pulled almost all the way out, stretching her walls to the limit, before plunging back inside and driving his thick cock right to the hilt.
“Yes! Fuck, Luca!” she screamed.
His steady, firm strokes had her in a frenzy within moments.
“Ah, I’m gonna come!” she cried.
“Not yet,” a familiar voice growled. It wasn’t Luca’s.
She craned her neck and was shocked to see Ryan now standing behind her, fucking her. Luca was nowhere to be seen.