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I lean down, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that starts soft but deepens quickly. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as her body arches against mine. The kiss is all heat and hunger, tongues and teeth clashing in a dance that’s both desperate and controlled.

When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

She nods, her hands still clinging to me as though she’s afraid I might pull away.

I smile a dark, wicked smile. “Let me show you just how much pleasure you can take.”

The room is dimly lit, the faint glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows over Valentina’s bare skin. The way she looks at me—dark eyes heavy with trust and want, her lips slightly parted—sets my blood on fire.

On the table beside us sits a bowl of ripe strawberries and a can of whipped cream I grabbed from the kitchen earlier. I’m going to take my time with her tonight, devour her, ruin her in the best way.

“You’re quiet,” I murmur, trailing a finger down her stomach, stopping just shy of the heat between her thighs. “Planning to be my obedient little angel tonight?”

Her lips curl into a faint smirk. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I grab the can of whipped cream, the metal cold in my hand, and lean over her, letting the tip hover just above her chest. “Let’s see if I can make you lose that composure, Valentina.”

I press the nozzle, letting the whipped cream swirl over her breasts, the white peaks standing stark against her flushed skin. She gasps at the coolness, her back arching slightly, her nipples pebbling beneath the fluffy sweetness.

Reaching for a strawberry, I drag it slowly through the cream, watching her chest rise as she sucks in a shaky breath. “You look good enough to eat,” I growl, bringing the fruit to my mouth, taking a bite, and letting the juices linger on my tongue.

“Luca…” she whispers, her voice trembling, but I’m not done teasing her.

I dip my head, my tongue flicking out to lap at the whipped cream on her nipple. She jerks beneath me, her hands clenching as I suck the hardened peak into my mouth, tasting her mixed with the sweetness of the cream.

“Delicious,” I mutter against her skin, my free hand sliding down to part her thighs. Her moan is soft at first, but when my fingers brush against her slick heat, it turns into something deeper, something rawer.

“Patience,” I warn, biting gently at her other nipple before dragging my tongue down her stomach. I trail a line of whipped cream along the curve of her hip, my lips and tongue following it, savoring every inch of her.

When I reach her thighs, I grab another strawberry, rolling it against her inner thigh before dragging it closer to where she’s wet and aching for me. Her hips lift instinctively, her body begging for more, but I hold her down, smirking as I drag the strawberry through her slick folds.

“Luca!” she gasps, her voice breathless, and the way she writhes beneath me makes my cock throb painfully.

“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” I murmur, leaning down to replace the strawberry with my tongue, lapping at her slowly, teasingly. Her taste mixes with the faint sweetness of the fruit, and it drives me wild.

Her cries fill the room as I devour her, my tongue circling her clit, my fingers sliding inside her to find the spot that makes her scream. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her body tightens, the way her hips grind against my face, desperate for more.

“Not yet,” I growl, pulling back despite her whimper of protest. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”

Grabbing the whipped cream, I spray a line down the center of her body, from her chest to her navel, before pressing a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on me.

Then I position myself at her entrance, gripping her thighs as I push in, stretching her inch by inch.

“Fuck,” I groan, the tight heat of her driving me to the brink immediately.

“You feel like the only heaven I’ll get to experience. Every single time.”

“Luca,” she breathes, her hands clawing at my back as I begin to move, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I demand, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making her cry out. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” she gasps, her voice breaking as I thrust harder, faster, building a rhythm that leaves her moaning, her body arching into mine. “I need all of you.”

“Take it all,” I growl, my lips finding her neck, sucking and biting as my hands slide up to grip her hips. “Every inch, every thrust—this is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she cries, her nails raking down my back as her body clenches around me, her release so close I can feel it.

“Come for me,” I demand, my thrusts turning frantic, desperate. “Come for me, Valentina. Let me feel you lose control.”

Her orgasm rips through her, her screams filling the room as her body clamps down on me, pulling me into her so tightly that I lose all sense of control.

I give her one minute before getting up and moving to the drawer beside the chaise. When I return, it’s with two silk ties.

“The night, Valentina,” I say softly, “is just beginning.”

Her eyes widen, her breath catching as I loop the ties around her wrists, her body trembling beneath my touch.