Page 12 of Saint (The Divine Ruin #2)
Lily
I stand before him, completely bare, my body still tingling from the intimate act we just shared. My lips feel swollen, my knees weak as I try to steady my breathing. The taste of him lingers on my tongue—salt and musk and pure masculinity.
Luca’s eyes devour me, dark with hunger and something possessive that makes my stomach flip.
Without warning, he sweeps me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest as if I weigh nothing.
I gasp, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him against my naked skin.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, though I already know.
“Bedroom,” he growls, his voice vibrating through me. "I’m not fucking you for the first time on my dining table.”
He carries me through his penthouse, each purposeful stride bringing us closer to what I’ve been craving since I first laid eyes on him.
When we reach his bedroom, I take in the massive space—all dark woods and charcoal grays, masculine and imposing like the man himself.
The centerpiece is an enormous bed with black silk sheets that look sinfully soft.
Luca lays me down gently, the cool silk a shock against my heated skin.
I watch, transfixed, as he begins to undress.
His movements are unhurried, deliberate, as if he knows precisely what the anticipation is doing to me.
First, his shirt, revealing that magnificent chest and sculpted abs.
Then his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, leaving him gloriously naked.
My breath catches. He’s beautiful—all hard planes and rippling muscle, his cock thick and heavy between his legs. Even after having him in my mouth, seeing him like this, fully naked and aroused, makes my core clench with equal parts fear and desperate need.
He climbs onto the bed with predatory grace, his powerful body moving over mine without touching me. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he positions himself above me, his arms caging me in.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you, Lily?” he asks, his voice a dark velvet promise.
I shake my head, biting my lower lip as heat pools between my thighs.
“First,” he says, lowering his face until his lips brush my ear, “I’m going to taste every inch of this perfect body.
I’ll suck these pretty nipples until you’re begging me to stop.
” His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.
“Then I’ll spread these thighs and fuck that sweet little pussy again until you’re sobbing my name. "
“You will?” I whisper, needing to hear more.
His smile is pure sin. “I’m going to take your virginity, baby girl. Inch by inch, I’ll stretch this tight little cunt around my cock until I’m buried so deep you’ll feel me in your throat.”
I whimper, squirming beneath him. “Tell me more,” I plead, shocking myself with my boldness. “How will you do it?”
"So hungry for details,” he chuckles, the sound dark and rich.
"I’ll start slow, just the tip pressing against your entrance, letting you feel how thick I am.
Then I’ll push in a little deeper with each stroke, watching your face as you take me for the first time.
” His hand slides down my stomach. “But first, I want to see something.”
He moves beside me, his eyes burning into mine. “Open your legs, Lily. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Heat floods my cheeks. Despite everything we’ve already done, this feels more intimate somehow. “I-I don’t know if I can,” I stammer.
“You can,” he says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone in your bed, thinking about a man’s touch.”
My blush deepens, but the commanding edge in his voice sends a thrill through me. Slowly, I part my trembling thighs, exposing my most intimate place to his hungry gaze. I hesitate, my hand hovering over my stomach.
“Don’t be shy now,” he coaxes, his voice gentler but no less insistent. “Touch that pretty pussy for me.”
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand between my legs, gasping at how wet I am. My fingers glide through slick folds, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex.
“That’s it,” Luca praises, his eyes fixed on the movement of my hand. “Circle your clit. Just like that.”
I do as he instructs, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Pleasure builds low in my belly as I watch him watching me, his cock visibly throbbing with each beat of his heart.
“Now slide a finger inside,” he commands, his voice rough with restraint.
I push one finger into my entrance, moaning at the sensation. It’s nothing compared to what his will feel like, but the way he’s looking at me—like I’m the most erotic thing he’s ever seen—makes it feel incredibly powerful.
“Add another,” he growls, and I comply, whimpering as I stretch myself with two fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, the words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Fuck yourself with those pretty fingers while I watch.”
I move my fingers in and out, my other hand circling my clit with increasing urgency. The dual stimulation, combined with Luca’s heated gaze, pushes me rapidly toward the edge.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his hand now stroking his impressive length. “The governor’s innocent daughter is fingering her virgin pussy for a man like me. What would Daddy think if he could see you now?”
The forbidden nature of his words sends me spiraling. “Luca,” I gasp, feeling the pressure building. "I’m going to?—"
“Come for me, baby girl,” he demands. “Let me see you fall apart on your own fingers before I ruin you for any other man.”
My orgasm crashes through me with stunning intensity, my back arching off the bed as I cry out his name. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers.
Before I can recover, Luca is between my thighs, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance. Our eyes lock as he presses forward slightly, just enough for me to feel the stretch.
“I’m going to fuck you until you fall in love with my cock,” he promises, his voice a primal growl that makes me shiver. “Every time you close your eyes, you’ll feel me inside you. You’ll never want another man.”
He pushes forward slowly, the pressure building as my body struggles to accommodate his size. There’s pain, sharp and burning, but also a fullness that makes me feel complete in a way I never knew I needed to be.
“Breathe, baby,” he instructs, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. “Relax and let me in.”
I force myself to take deep breaths, willing my body to yield to him. Inch by excruciating inch, he sinks deeper, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. When he meets resistance—the physical proof of my innocence—his eyes darken.
“This will hurt,” he warns, his voice tight. “But I promise it gets better.”
I nod, bracing myself. “I trust you,” I whisper, and something flashes in his eyes—surprise, perhaps, or something deeper.
With one mighty thrust, he breaks through my barrier, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, tears springing to my eyes as sharp pain radiates through me. Luca stills, allowing me to adjust to the invasion, his thumb gently wiping away a tear that escapes down my cheek.
“The worst is over,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses to my face. “You took me so well, baby girl. So fucking perfect.”
We stay like that for long moments, connected in the most intimate way possible, until the pain begins to recede, replaced by a feeling of fullness and a growing need for friction. I shift my hips experimentally, gasping at the sensation.
“Ready?” Luca asks, searching my face.
I nod, unable to form words.
He withdraws slowly before pushing back in, establishing a gentle rhythm that gradually builds in intensity. The pain transforms into pleasure, each thrust sending sparks of sensation through my body.
“So tight,” he groans, his powerful body moving above mine, veins standing out on his forearms as he braces himself. “So fucking perfect and wet. Tell me how it feels, Lily. Tell me how my cock feels stretching this virgin pussy.”
"Full,” I gasp, clinging to his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips with each thrust. “So full I can’t breathe... so good I might die...”
His pace increases, his hips snapping against mine with growing urgency, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. One hand slides between us to circle my swollen, sensitive clit, and the dual stimulation makes me cry out as electricity shoots through my core.
"That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained, sweat dripping from his brow onto my heaving breasts. “Take all of me. Feel every thick inch. You were made for my cock, baby girl. Made to be fucked raw by me until you’re dripping with my cum.”
His filthy words send another rush of wetness between us, my arousal coating my inner thighs as he pounds into me with abandon, the bed frame creaking in protest. I feel another orgasm building deep inside, more powerful than any before, threatening to tear me apart.
“Luca,” I moan, raking my nails down his sweat-slicked back hard enough to leave crimson trails. "I’m going to come... I can’t hold back...”
"Come all over my thick cock,” he commands, his powerful thrusts becoming wild and desperate. “I want to feel every ripple of that virgin pussy squeezing me like a vise when you explode.”
His filthy demand ignites something primal within me.
My vision blurs at the edges as my climax detonates, my body convulsing violently beneath his muscular frame.
I scream his name until my throat burns raw, each pulse of ecstasy more intense than the last, my slick inner walls clenching and unclenching around his massive girth like a hungry mouth.
With a feral, animalistic growl that makes me shudder, he slams into me one final time, so deep I swear I feel him in my womb.
His thick cock throbs powerfully against my sensitive walls as hot ropes of his release flood me, marking my most intimate depths.
The sensation of being claimed so completely—filled and stretched and owned—is deliciously obscene, my body instinctively arching to take him even deeper.
As we lie tangled together, sweaty and sated, I realize with startling clarity that Luca Ravello has indeed ruined me for other men. And the most terrifying part? I don’t care. Not even a little bit.