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VALENTINA

H is hands are everywhere, rough and warm and sure as he pulls me from the bed, his mouth crashing into mine.

The kiss is raw, desperate, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before his tongue claims me, demanding and insistent.

I barely have time to breathe before he spins me around, pressing my back against the cool glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The contrast between the heat of his body and the chill of the glass sends a shiver racing through me, but he’s already pressing closer, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifts me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel every inch of him, hard and pulsing, pressing against me.

“You remember this?” he growls, his voice low and rough against my ear. “The way I took you the first time? The way you begged for more?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he presses his hips forward, teasing me, making me ache for him. “Luca, please.”

“Please what?” he demands, his lips trailing down my neck, his stubble scraping my skin in the most delicious way. “Tell me what you want, Valentina. Say it.”

“I want you,” I breathe, my voice breaking as he grinds against me, the friction sending a wave of heat through my body. “I need you inside me. Now.”

He chuckles darkly, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder. “So needy. So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, arching against him, my body begging for more.

With one hand braced against the glass and the other gripping my ass, he positions himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. My breath catches, my body taut with anticipation as he pushes in, inch by inch, stretching me until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead pressing against mine as he buries himself fully. “You’re so goddamn tight. You feel like heaven, Valentina.”

I cling to him, my nails raking down his back as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, dragging against every sensitive inch of me. The angle is devastating, the glass cool against my back as his cock hits the perfect spot with every stroke.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “Pressed up against the glass like this. Do you know how perfect you are? How fucking gorgeous you look when you’re falling apart for me?”

“Luca,” I gasp, my head falling back against the window as his pace quickens, each thrust harder, deeper, more relentless. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, raw and primal, and I can feel the heat building low in my stomach, coiling tighter with every movement.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his hand sliding up to grip my throat gently, tilting my head back so I can’t look anywhere but at him. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I moan, my body arching against him as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “I’m yours, Luca. Always.”

“Damn right you are,” he mutters, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate. “And this pussy? It’s mine too. Mine to fuck, mine to own, mine to make scream.”

“Yes,” I cry, my voice breaking as he reaches between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling with ruthless precision. “Luca, I?—”

“Come for me,” he commands, his tone dark and possessive. “Come all over my cock, Valentina.”

I shatter. My orgasm crashes over me, violent and consuming, my body clenching around him as I scream his name. He doesn’t stop, driving into me through the waves of pleasure, prolonging it until I’m trembling, barely able to hold onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans.

His breathing is still ragged, his body pressed firmly against mine, and even now, I can feel him hard and throbbing inside me.

My legs are still wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my thighs as if he can’t let go.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes blazing with a mix of satisfaction and hunger that sends a fresh shiver through me.

“You’re not done, are you?” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation.

His lips curl into a dark, wicked smile. “Not even close.”

Without pulling out, he lifts me effortlessly, his cock still buried deep inside me as he carries me toward the bed. Every step sends jolts of sensation coursing through my body, the friction keeping me on the edge, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him.

“You’re mine, Valentina,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “I’m not stopping until you know it. Until you feel it in every inch of your body.”

I whimper, my head falling against his shoulder as he lowers us onto the bed.

He keeps me pinned beneath him, never breaking the connection between us, his cock sliding deeper as he adjusts our position.

My thighs tighten around his waist as his hips begin to move again, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing through me.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “How perfectly you take me? Like your body was made for this. Made for me.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as he thrusts harder, his pace quickening. “Luca, I?—”

“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.

He shifts 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.