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Chapter eighty-three

Samara

L uca saunters back into my room, bare-ass naked and carrying two glasses of water.

He hands me one, which I gulp down before collapsing back into the bed. I feel boneless.

“Not a chance, princess. The night isn’t over yet.”

Why is he acting as if the moment this night is over, I’m going to turn into a pumpkin?

He finishes his water, taking my glass and setting both on the nightstand before grabbing his wallet out of his pants.

My heart rate starts to speed up when I see the condom between his fingers as he crawls up the bed and between my legs. He hasn’t put the condom on yet, but he sets it beside my head.

His hand trails down my abdomen and dips between our bodies. He cups me, sliding his middle finger into me at the same time. My mouth pops open on a sigh. I’m sore, but I want this. I want him.

He dips his head, flicking his tongue over each of my nipples, which leaves me reeling. I’m aching with the repressed need I’ve felt since meeting him. Our vacation only heightened all of those feelings and so much more.

Luca presses the flat of his tongue against the top of my breast and licks a long, slow trail up the length of my neck. My fingers wind into his hair. My breaths quicken, and my body heats as tingles flutter through me.

He nips the base of my neck next and sucks on my collarbone, lavishing my skin.

“Samara,” he breathes out. “Do I finally get to fuck this sweet cunt?” he asks, rubbing his palm against my clit.

“Only if you stop saying ‘cunt.’ I don’t know how many Black women you’ve been with, but the ones I know don’t use cunt or cock. It’s just—” I wrinkle my nose. “Harsh.”

He makes a face of recognition and gives me a small nod. His lips curve into a smirk that tells me exactly what kind of night I’m about to have.

“Anything you want, principessa,” he whispers, his hot breath over my nipple has goosebumps erupting on my chest. “Let’s try that again, then. Shall we?” He sucks a path to my jaw, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin. “Do I finally get to fuck this beautiful pussy?”

I nearly jolt out of the bed, my core clenching around his finger as he adds another, and my body is already begging for more.

A whimper skates past my lips. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he asks, hovering his lips over mine.

“Please fuck me, Luca.”

“That’s a good girl who gets prizes,” he says, removing his fingers from me. We maintain eye contact as he sucks them deep into his mouth, his eyes only closing briefly as he releases a moan.

He shifts his weight off me, kneeling back onto his calves as he grips the condom, tearing it off with his teeth and rolling it onto him.

“If they make condoms big enough to fit you , there’s not a man on this earth who should be using that as an excuse not to use one.” The accidental compliment slips right out as I shake my head, taking in the beauty of a fully naked and erect Luca.

“I am pretty…”—he strokes himself—“impressive,” he says with a wink. “Aren’t I, princess?”

“I don’t need to stroke your ego, Luca. It looks like you’re doing a fantastic job of that all on your own.”

“I don’t know, I think you could do it better. Why don’t you lie back, and let’s give it a whirl?” he asks, wagging his dark brows.

He lines himself up with my center, pushing in slowly. My world stops spinning as he pumps inside me, inch by blissful fucking inch.

“God, this is better than I’d imagined,” he groans out. “And believe me, I’ve been doing a whole lot of dreaming about this moment.”

You and me both, Luca.

My bones are jelly, and my blood is molten lava. Delicious heat licks up my spine, through my core, and down to my toes.

There’s an ache in my center as I accommodate his size, but he takes his time, allowing me to stretch to him.

Once he’s seated inside me, he doesn’t take his lips off mine.

He devours my every gasp with his mouth as he pumps into me. His piercings create a unique friction that fulfills something I hadn’t even known I was missing. They rub against my walls, stroking me with each of his thrusts.

His hot mouth tangles with mine, his full lips searing into me, and it feels like literal sparks are flying between us.

I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.

His movements become less smooth as he fights to restrain himself. “So gorgeous,” he whispers to me, and the way he says it cracks my soul open.

We both near the peak of our pleasure, and as we do, our cries intermingle as we come apart together. And when he holds my cheeks in his strong hands, gazing down at me like I’m a figment of his imagination that could disappear at any moment, a single tear slips down his cheek, and the alarm bells from earlier ring loudly in my mind.

My heart seizes in my chest, constricting as my gut wrenches wildly.

This isn’t “we’re finally doing this” sex.

No. He thinks it’s goodbye sex.